Letra da Música Hip Hop

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Songs for the bump, songs for the street

Niggas know the kinda tone when I'm on the beat

'cause if the rumbababum all in ya Jeep

These people know what I do with the empty seat

[Bizarre]

Hip Hop hip that's the way of life

Ya think ya nice? Then go grab the mic

Let me tell you my story, 'cause everybody got one

Grabbed a pen and pad and startin' to jot somethin'

Always told myself, that I would never be losin'

Man I ain't had no hood, my mother was always movin' (damn!)

From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit

Goddamn mama, what's the point?

So I would go in my room, and pack my little bags

Jump in the truck, with my step dad

When I was 10 years old, I started to feel the hunger

Got a little older metaphors got stronger

And me my rap partner wasn't seein' eye to eye

So we picked up and started a group with some other guys

This is Hip Hop, Hip man I won't stop

Yo Big Boi (what up?), gimme a beat box

Hip Hop Hip Hop

Hip Hop

Hip Hop

Hip Hop

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[Bizarre]

From the Hip Hop Shop to Maurice Malone

10 years later, I'm still in the zone

7 Mile off Runyon where a star was born

United we stand, divided we swore

And hell yeah, I lived in my car

Bitch I was homeless I would have slept in a jar

And Dirty Management, I wish y'all the best

But me and my niggas we had to do what's best

To lose the mess

All the taxes and accounts

Checks started to bounce we couldn't buy a ounce

And now that we platinum, they diss our name

Like we won't go to the car and get them thangs

And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice

To the fight with Whitey Ford to the beef with Royce

To the Ja Rules, Benzinos and the niggas in the club

To the E-Dubs and niggas that you ain't heard of

And man, I don't know how to use a gun

But I'll learn quick if the fuckin' beef come

Hip Hop Hip Hop

Hip Hop

Hip Hop

Hip Hop

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[Eminem]

Man I thought this was supposed to be hip hop hip hop

I'd rather be fishin' in flip flops flip flops

Or cross over to country like Kid Rock did, I

can't see no country singers beefin' over some guitar riff

That Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seger

When I was younger I was so eager to have a gun

I would do the same, I couldn't wait to get to the shooting range

Me and my man goofy Gary would just try to let off some steaaaammmmm

Motherfuckers laughin' 'cause I couldn't aim

So I pulled the fuckin' target closer and just shoot the thang

I used to have this theory, keep 3 bullets in the gun

It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan

For each bullet if you got no CCW license

I tried to apply for one, they said it'd take 5-6 months

What the fuck am I supposed to do mean time when rivals come

Hide that son of a bitch in the glove box or inside the trunk

Now, back to what my 3 bullet theory was

I'm triple platinum I ain't tryna catch no murder one

Figured I'd shoot to wound probably miss with at least one

But them other two gon' fuck his shoulder and his knee cap up

Them I'ma say self defense how come I had the gun

Was because I was at the range on the way back from

This dude approached me on some bullshit

I get a year from each bullet at the most as opposed to havin' a full clip in that

That was my idiotic logic it was basically for safety

But it gave me power and it made me crazy

And psychotic I just got retarded, once I got up and gotta

It was empty the night I got caught with it

What the fuck man I thought this was supposed to be...

Hip Hop Hip Hop

Hip Hop

Hip Hop

Hip Hop

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