Dj Kay Slay - Real Hip Hop lyrics

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Feat. Papoose, Vado, & Ransom

(Intro)

Yeah, everybody back up from behind the ropes

If you're not Dj or a rapper, get behind the rope

You don't understand, you got weed?! No, he good

Co me ova here. Yo, next, shawty with them daisy duke thuxk

Let 'er thru! Stop blockin' the females

Get a seven for that modlex, son

Hell no, babe, exact, get up outta here

Aye, yo, stop pickin' the wire, you gon' make it come off the lamp post, man

Damn!

(Verse)

I'm from the same hood as the MOP, same borrough as Biggie

Same block as Fab, same town as 50

Look at my hand, I tattered my whole city

On my right arm I got a bottle of Remy

My whole life, i always been skinny

But I ain't scared of you big niggas, I keep busy

Murderer like Ja-Rule-Black-Child,

I'm that fall' with the Mac like Thristen

I'm that imperialism, first materialism

Doctor Mellow Kayo with the yo rhythm

You be in everybody video, really don't listen

You ain't a gangsta, you just a video vixen

Untraceable murder, but the city don't miss 'em

A cock back sniper's gun with the serial missin'

This LL with this cango is stereo chillin'

The new book of Bhusta Rhymes with scenario written

(Hook x2)

To the hip-hop, you don't stop

The real hip-hop, we won't stop

(Verse)

Got sirens, gun smoke from Glocks firin'

Dead bodies, cryn mothers, they child linin'

Red bally, fly brother without try me

Hold brick on the stove, we call it pop pillin'

Spit mean, I can't lose, the flow is scarecrow who still on the shelf like tamfoo

I don't even know what yo man do, I'm strapped like bamboo

You get washed in there like shampoo

Huh, I'm tryna mark at the game, slow down all my competitors

Profit the fame, far from the lane, skies guilted when it rain

I talk when I aim, the boss, like spurrin' with Bane

This cat here repeatin' my new goo

Mac black end, material Sun Wu

Stripes in the rim, I'm wearin' my new shoes

Silence the Mac-10, or you hear us the (pow pow)

(Hook x2)

Feel the hip-hop, you don't stop

The real hip-hop, we won't stop

(Verse)

I've been a OG since I was in the dirt and the playpen

Now I'm seein' niggas gettin' hurt in the state pen

Duffle bag playn on niggas like amen,

Stayn a plate, then if you don't want me to break lens

Fresh off the porch, mah'fuckers get chased in

I'm only 6.2", but get treated like 8.10"

A giant of a man, I bubble like the hood oaf

Fryn in the pan, might buck you like I'm O2

Iron in the hand, I'll thrust you like a low blow

Blow fightin' with the champ, caught you lying on the stand

Damn, it was all good till a week-ago

Till I came thru and made the speaker blow

Game changer, grown man, gang banger

Produce banner, game banner, same anger

So keep speakin', I guarantee that you keep leakin'

It's a fact, I'm bout to clean up their act when I street sweep 'em