Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hip Hop Is Dead, artist - Nas. Album song Hip Hop Is Dead, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.01.2007
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Hip Hop Is Dead |
If hip hop should die before I wake |
I’ll put an extended clip inside of my AK |
Roll to every station, murder the DJ |
Roll to every station, murder the DJ |
If hip hop should die before I wake |
I’ll put an extended clip inside of my AK |
Roll to every station, murder the DJ |
Roll to every station, murder the DJ |
Hip hop just died this mornin' |
And she’s dead, she’s dead |
Yeah, niggas smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner |
Get cash, live fast, body their man’s mama |
Rich-ass niggas is ridin' with three llamas |
Revenge in their eyes, Hennessey and the ganja |
Word to the wise with villain state of minds |
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind |
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind |
(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind) |
Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it’s sown up |
Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us up |
My face once graced promotional Sony trucks |
Hundred million in billin', I helped build 'em up |
Gave my nigga my right, I could have gave left |
So like my girl Foxy, a nigga went Def |
So, nigga, who’s your top ten? |
Is it MC Shan? |
Is it MC Ren? |
If hip hop should die before I wake |
I’ll put an extended clip inside of my AK |
Roll to every station, murder the DJ |
Roll to every station, murder the DJ |
If hip hop should die before I wake |
I’ll put an extended clip inside of my AK |
Roll to every station, murder the DJ |
Roll to every station, murder the DJ |
Hip hop just died this mornin' |
And she’s dead, she’s dead |
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' |
Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin' |
What influenced my raps? |
Stick-ups and killings |
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings |
Criticize that, why is that? |
'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap |
'Cuz we love to talk on ass we gettin' |
Most intellectuals will only half listen |
So you can’t blame jazz musicians |
Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues |
Oh, I they like me in my white tee |
You can’t ice me, we here for life, B |
On my second marriage, hip hop’s my first wifey |
And for that we not takin' it lightly |
If hip hop should die, we die together |
Bodies in the morgue lie together |
All together now |
If hip hop should die before I wake |
I’ll put an extended clip inside of my AK |
Roll to every station, murder the DJ |
Roll to every station, murder the DJ |
If hip hop should die before I wake |
I’ll put an extended clip inside of my AK |
Roll to every station, murder the DJ |
Roll to every station, murder the DJ |
Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game |
Reminiscin' when it wasn’t all business |
If it got where it started |
So we all gather here for the dearly departed |
Hip hopper since a toddler |
One homeboy became a man then a mobster |
If the guys let me get my last swig of Vodka |
R.I.P., we’ll donate your lungs to a Rasta |
Went from turntables to mp3s |
From «Beat Street» to commercials on Mickey D’s |
From gold cables to Jacobs |
From plain facials to Botox and face lifts |
I’m lookin' over my shoulder |
It’s about eighty niggas from my hood that showed up |
And they came to show love |
Sold out concert, and the doors are closed shut |