Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song BX We Invented Hip Hop , by - Tim Dog. Release date: 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 |