| Hip-Hop — it will never die
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| Hip-Hop — Hip-Hop will never, never die
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| Ghetto niggaz struttin’with nothin’but dreams and Queens broke
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| Mack-10's, you can smell the PCP smoke
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| Mele Mel told it real in the music he wrote
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| Those were the days I remember
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| We used to be close, then I was nine, coldest winter I remember
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| Was slippin’in December, two feet of snow
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| Yeah, that’s the East Coast, that black ice
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| Symbolized the rap life
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| It was slick and smooth
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| I understood I had to come from the hood
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| Doin’the Pee Wee Herman, the Smurf
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| Before them phones chirped
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| The block’s drugs flowin', didn’t have your own work
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| You had to have somebody else’s, a small chrome on your pelvis
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| Starter Jacket, Blue Georgetown or Green Celtic
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| Your girl’s too expensive, she wants shellfish
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| Red Lobster was poppin', standin’on that line forever
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| I wish somebody would step on my Bally leather’s
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| Now it’s whatever… hip-hop's forever
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| Kept my radio on 98 or BLS
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| Had a pre-pubescent lyric gift but niggaz never hear me spit
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| My little brother tried to warn 'em, I was a tornado comin'
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| He knew from inside, like the eye of a storm
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| And told my pops about it He gave us tickets to that Wild Style flick
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| Double Trouble, retarded, we was the proudest
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| I never had a summer job
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| Sweepin’leaves, socks to my knees
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| Homemade shorts cutoff, Lee’s
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| I ain’t work a day in my life
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| Wipin’away eraser of the paper man
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| I’m just tryin’to say it right
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| Big radio, tape slowin’down
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| Lower the lights go, battery dead
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| I gotta freeze 'em 'til they ice cold
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| In the freezer later, I’m starin’at the speaker
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| Sunk in them 808's deeper, cleanin’my sneakers
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| Wit the bristles of a toothbrush, soap and water
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| I let the shoe strings soak in water…
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| Live hip-hop live, live hip-hop live
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| Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
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| Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
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| I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays
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| Ain’t got nothin’to do wit old school, new school
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| Dirty South, West Coast, East Coast
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| This about us, this our thing, 'knaw'sayin'?
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| This came from the gut, from the blood, from the soul
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| Right here man, this is our thing man
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| You know, so I say what I say
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| And I say what I say, and I mean it
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| Y’all take it how you wanna take it Cause if you’re askin'- Why is hip-hop dead?
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| It’s a pretty good chance you’re the reason it died, man
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| It’s a pretty good chance your lame ass, corny ass, is the reason it died, man
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| You don’t give a fuck about, you don’t know nothin’about it You want this paper, be a hustler
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| You a hustler, you ain’t a rapper
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| Get your paper man
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| YouknowwhatI’msayin, but this rap shit is real
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| Bitch, this shit is real, bitch, ha-ha
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| Live hip-hop live, (Stay) live hip-hop live
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| Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
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| Stay hip-hop stay, (Live) stay hip-hop stay (Live)
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| I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays
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| Live hip-hop live, (Stay) live hip-hop live
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| Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
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| Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
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| I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hope , by - Nas. Song from the album Hip Hop Is Dead, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп