Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Real Hip Hop, artist - Jadakiss. Album song Kiss Of Death, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruff Ryders
Song language: English
Real Hip Hop |
| Yo when I squirt the chrome the funeral home |
| Gon' double they money this year off my work alone |
| So cool with it, yet and still I’m old school with it |
| Nobody gotta know who did it |
| Two-thirds of the L.O., where the X at? |
| Hoodie under the suit jacket, double-breast that |
| I’m in the hood like scratch-offs, get them packs off |
| Lame niggas cuffin them whack whores |
| Use of the pick goin back door, no more for the fake |
| Just stand there and I’mma dish it back off |
| Might lay it up, might not |
| Niggas don’t be in the wrong place cause it’s me in the right spot |
| I’m quite hot, y’all niggas is quite pop |
| The record don’t sell then I still got light rocks |
| Like wearin Timbs with Nike socks |
| And the lil' bit of money I did make I put it in light stocks |
| Yeah, how y’all doin out there (Jada whattup nigga?) |
| How y’all doin out there? |
| (It's your boy Sheek Louch nigga) |
| The hood’s hot! |
| (Thanks for invitin me on this track) |
| The hood’s hot! |
| Yo if my flow too tight, put the pressure on |
| Watch the juice come out like I’m squeezin a Sprite |
| Make big deals, get out on big bails |
| Shit, your career about as short as Amil’s (ha ha) |
| Shit on niggas like I had two tails (damn) |
| With enough bars to open four jails |
| If you don’t know nigga, ask Madden |
| How I play with the hammer, in Manhattan |
| Shank up (yeah) niggas leak enough blood |
| To fill a motherfuckin H-2 tank up |
| Getcha bank up (yeah) who you rank up |
| Get off his dick and get you a brick (woo!) |
| We done seen every John Woo flick |
| So act like The Killer instead of some chick (bitch) |
| Fuck a pimp cup, get a plastic one (no doubt) |
| Put some 'gnac in that shit and go and get it done |
| How y’all doin out there? |
| (You know what they want right) |
| How y’all doin out there? |
| (They want that gangsta shit from us daddy) |
| The hood’s hot! |
| (So let that shit hit you) |
| The hood’s hot! |
| Me and 'Kiss hot like lava (no doubt) |
| We got sons in the game and we don’t need Maury to know who the father |
| If we don’t know you, your bars ain’t big enough (nah) |
| You need a gimmick, go run around the block with Puff |
| Get a Black Phone, rent some of Jigga’s stuff |
| I’m like T-Dub, you wanna be dubbed (no doubt) |
| I was there when a lil' nigga re’d up |
| You ain’t Willie, you just act G’d up |
| Yeah, uh, yo |
| I branched out, so you can get the deez |
| In the glass seam bags you can pull the stamps out |
| Nigga the champ’s out, we don’t rock loud colors |
| We pop loud guns nigga to stand out |
| You know what it is kid, your man got the money in his crib |
| Then we gon' go in your man’s house |
| Double R D-Block nigga the camp’s out |
| Can’t forget about Swizz, he blowin the amps out, what? |
| How y’all doin out there? |
| How y’all doin out there? |
| The hood’s hot! |
| The hood’s hot! |