Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song BX We Invented Hip Hop, artist - Tim Dog.
Date of issue: 18.05.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
BX We Invented Hip Hop |
I give a fuck about the next nigga |
I’m in the game for the check and the sex nigga |
You think you hard when they calling you the best nigga? |
Put that Tec to ya neck |
Get out the Lex nigga |
Driving down the boulevard in BX nigga? |
Fuck your bitches |
Send your ass home wet, nigga |
Ill niggas from the projects |
Little niggas carry Macs and Tecs |
Homicidal for respect |
With bigger hearts than King Kong |
Kill a mother fucker on spites the theme song |
For having that bling on |
New York city streets is worse than Vietnam |
Ring the alarm |
Tim Dog is back |
All you bitches get naked |
All you niggas stay strapped |
I ain’t KRS, but it’s return of the boom bap |
Niggas talk shit get a hole in the fitted cap |
Just like that |
Just like this |
Give a fuck about your feeling |
Nigga suck my dick |
All you faggot ass DJs won’t play my joint |
I ain’t gonna talk |
I’ll let the nine prove my point |
And you cornball rappers wanna do a duet |
Nigga bring you bitch and bring your check |
How you been in the game for a year and you a vet? |
When I look on the charts I don’t see no threat |
The most hated emcee |
Even hated by my brother |
Fuck the source |
They can keep the cover |
I’m the illest nigga alive |
«Why?» |
you say |
I dissed the west coast and I moved to L. A |
Yea! |
I don’t give a fuck mother fucker |
I spit bombs |
Niggas got beef with Dog |
Shits on |
We can throw hands or bottles or shoot guns |
Niggas want to keep it on the stage and spit one |
But I gotta tell you when your ass is done |
I’m a burn emcees like the sun |
Ya’ll niggas better run |
When Tim Dog come to gun |
I be dissing emcees for fun |
A lot of niggas be biting shit |
They run around in the game like they mother fucking nice and shit |
Everybody know where Snoop got the D-O-G |
And niggas know DMX got the bark from me |
But you all want to say I hate |
Check my resume bitch |
Go back to '88 |
First Dog in the game |
First Dog with the name |
First up in the bitch |
I’m in the Hall of Fame |
You in the Hall of Shame |
Ya all the same |
While I was born to fam |
I’m in the Hall of Game |
Ya’ll some mother fucking swagger-jackers |
Running after the sales of these crackers |
And these fucking backpackers |
And now you want to hate on me |
Mark my words nigga |
I’m the original D-O-G |
I’m the sickest nigga |
Got the baddest bitches, nigga |
Niggas hire me for dissing |
Cause I’m quick to diss a nigga |
And quick to stick a nigga for his fucking riches, nigga |
Digging on your fucking grave |
Make you shit your britches, nigga |
I rain on you niggas to hurt you |
Nigga i ain’t drunk of the Cristal |
High off the purple |
I’m focused, man |
And I’m hungry as fuck |
And you faggot ass rappers done pushed your luck |
I’m a get you for your jewels |
And get you for your truck |
I’m a get you till your very last God damn buck |
And show the industry that your wack as fuck |
BX mother fucker |
What’s up? |
Up town niggas are the craziest |
West side niggas are the craziest |
South Bronx niggas are the craziest |
From Hunts Point to Co-op |
We invented Hip-Hop |
BX and we ain’t gonna stop |
Our body guard’s a Glock and not a cop |
Our rhymes are hot, your rhymes is not |
Ya’ll mother fuckers stop 'fore your ass get shot |
I’m the D-O-G and your ass is not |