| If hip hop should die before I wake
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| I’ll put an extended clip inside of my AK
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| Roll to every station, murder the DJ
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| Roll to every station, murder the DJ
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| If hip hop should die before I wake
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| I’ll put an extended clip inside of my AK
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| Roll to every station, murder the DJ
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| Roll to every station, murder the DJ
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| Hip hop just died this mornin'
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| And she’s dead, she’s dead
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| Yeah, niggas smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner
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| Get cash, live fast, body their man’s mama
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| Rich-ass niggas is ridin' with three llamas
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| Revenge in their eyes, Hennessey and the ganja
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| Word to the wise with villain state of minds
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| Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
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| Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
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| (Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind)
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| Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it’s sown up
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| Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us up
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| My face once graced promotional Sony trucks
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| Hundred million in billin', I helped build 'em up
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| Gave my nigga my right, I could have gave left
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| So like my girl Foxy, a nigga went Def
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| So, nigga, who’s your top ten?
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| Is it MC Shan?
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| Is it MC Ren?
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| If hip hop should die before I wake
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| I’ll put an extended clip inside of my AK
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| Roll to every station, murder the DJ
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| Roll to every station, murder the DJ
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| If hip hop should die before I wake
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| I’ll put an extended clip inside of my AK
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| Roll to every station, murder the DJ
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| Roll to every station, murder the DJ
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| Hip hop just died this mornin'
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| And she’s dead, she’s dead
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| The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
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| Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin'
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| What influenced my raps? |
| Stick-ups and killings
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| Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings
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| Criticize that, why is that?
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| 'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap
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| 'Cuz we love to talk on ass we gettin'
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| Most intellectuals will only half listen
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| So you can’t blame jazz musicians
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| Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
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| Oh, I they like me in my white tee
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| You can’t ice me, we here for life, B
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| On my second marriage, hip hop’s my first wifey
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| And for that we not takin' it lightly
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| If hip hop should die, we die together
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| Bodies in the morgue lie together
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| All together now
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| If hip hop should die before I wake
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| I’ll put an extended clip inside of my AK
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| Roll to every station, murder the DJ
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| Roll to every station, murder the DJ
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| If hip hop should die before I wake
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| I’ll put an extended clip inside of my AK
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| Roll to every station, murder the DJ
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| Roll to every station, murder the DJ
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| Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game
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| Reminiscin' when it wasn’t all business
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| If it got where it started
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| So we all gather here for the dearly departed
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| Hip hopper since a toddler
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| One homeboy became a man then a mobster
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| If the guys let me get my last swig of Vodka
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| R.I.P., we’ll donate your lungs to a Rasta
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| Went from turntables to mp3s
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| From «Beat Street» to commercials on Mickey D’s
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| From gold cables to Jacobs
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| From plain facials to Botox and face lifts
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| I’m lookin' over my shoulder
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| It’s about eighty niggas from my hood that showed up
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| And they came to show love
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| Sold out concert, and the doors are closed shut |