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hip hop. Man these old fake ass niggaz don't even know what hip hop is. Why don't you show 'em what hip hop is? I'm 'bout to show a nigga what hip hop

hip hop. Man these old fake ass niggaz don't even know what hip hop is. Why don't you show 'em what hip hop is? I'm 'bout to show a nigga what hip hop

homeboy Ken Gee put me up the track Told me E's rollin' Villain - BJ's got the sack Bruce is a giant - Nat C's clockin' Dough Be bop's a pimp. My old

DJ's spinnin', show your hands Let's get dirrty, that's my jam I need that, uh, to get me off Sweatin' until my clothes come off It's explosive, speakers

haters... (and purpetrators) It's the real... hip hop... hey... Something for you haters... (any imitators) Something for you haters... (and purpetrators) It's the real... hip hop

killin' 'em all, all, all, all (Drake verse 1) Hip hop's newest and youngest acquisition, If this was you, I wonder what you'd do in that position. Try

I'm sick Leave that ass like Dama, Sig. heat that ass like sauna Stretch ya body out like recliner Stretch my middle finger to your honor Like, "Fuck the world", that's

hit, they be cryin' screamin', lyin', bleedin' From that iron steamin' And I ain't tryin' to hear that bullshit, I ain't mean it Niggaz start bitchin', when that

it's in I wanna hip hop all night You know how old cool boo With Paul Mac and Lulu Shouting at the new school