[Intro]
"Yeah, they talkin' about rap."
"We don't rap, it's not about rap, we livin' it what they talkin' about
It's not about college or what you read in a newspaper or magazine
It's here, it's reality, this is our nature, it's how we live!"
Salute
[Verse 1: Guru]
Now everybody on Earth wanna rap, we birthed all of that
Knocked up the game, and cold broke its back
Gang Starr, with Billy Danze and Big Slap
Word to Laze, Big Scoob and big gats
You didn't whip it right so pick up the pace
Word to grimy niggas, they want to stick up the place
Word to Hip Hop, plus a crib that's laced
Primo's breaks, activate the mental to solve
We got credentials galore, fuck a small venue tour
Yet and still, I be at the around-the-way spots
Near where niggas be slinging, innocent get hit by straight shots
And brave cops, protect the community
While corrupt cops, be harassing you and me
Pulling me over, in front of the crib
In front of my neighbors, asking for favors
Here's a cassette and why you question my behavior?
Pursuing me, trying to catch me off guard
I shrug scars, you see a lot of hoes at thug bars
I don't care what these beats might do
We'll son you, plus I see right through
It's way it means to me and M.O.P
Just to Get a Rep, nigga, you best to step, nigga
Salute!
[Scratch Chorus]
"Holdin' it down" Billy Danze
"Phony ass rappers " Guru
"I'm dead serious"
"Finish 'em" (11676347) Lil' Fame
"Is this Hip Hop? ""Hell no, this is war" Billy Danze
"Heavy artillery, in my vicinity" Lil' Fame
*repeat, change 5th line to: M.O.P.*
[Verse 2: Billy Danze]
Aiyyo, the game's called survival *echoes*, I admit
As a soldier, I've done a lot of shit
To the so-called tough dude, I ain't mad at you
But I wish I wouldn't of had to do the shit I had to do
It's true, I would jump up in a Bamma
And travel miles of road to unload this hammer
(And I) Notice ?colors? when they glance
At the baby boy of Haddy and Frank Danze
I won't stress to blazin'
But I will think about what size slug best for the occasion
(It's so amazing) That it never worry me
Pop shit like Wendy Williams till you fuckers bury me
(Who we be!) What, what's wrong, nigga?
(First Family) Come, come on, nigga!
(Ain't nothin' cute) My niggas is ready to shoot
For the love of the First Family thugs
Salute!
[Scratch Chorus]
"Holdin' it down" Billy Danze
"Phony ass rappers " Guru
"I'm dead serious"
"Finish 'em" Lil' Fame
"Is this Hip Hop?" "Hell no, this is war" Billy Danze
"Heavy artillery, in my vicinity" Lil' Fame
*repeat, change 5th line to: M.O.P.*
[Verse 3: Lil' Fame]
Before you slit your wrist, bitch, imagine this
M.O.P., Gang Starr (Damn!), hazardous
Thugs that got love for this Hip Hop and shit
Makin' words rhyme at the same time poppin' shit
I used to go to jams, and drop grammar
Before I left niggas told me (Boy, take your hammer!)
Sure nuff, shit got rowdy (Buck, buck, buck, buck)
Dumped off my first clip at a house party
I love this rap shit, though, the love is clear
But fuck the parties, my nigga, I lost a brother there
Only if I'm gettin' paid (That's right)
And the shit gon' benefit the trade
I snatch a mic, turn it out, bet
Even have you smooth niggas fuckin' up yours shoes and your outfit (Boom, boom, boom, boom, boom)
I be, the Brownsville slugger (Signing out)
Act like you know what I'm about
Salute!
[Scratch Chorus]
"Holdin' it down" Billy Danze
"Phony ass rappers" Guru
"I'm dead serious"
"Finish 'em" Lil' Fame
"Is this Hip Hop?" "Hell no, this is war" Billy Danze
"Heavy artillery, in my vicinity" Lil' Fame
*repeat, change 5th line to: M.O.P.*
*Premier scratches to fade*
