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It's Bigger Than Hip Hop

It's still bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip

It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hopUhh, uhh, uhh, one thing 'bout music, when it's real, they get scared

Got us slavin' for the welfare

Aint no food, clothes or healthcare

I'm down for guerilla warfareAll my niggas, put your guns in the air if you really don't care

Skunk in the air, make a nigga wanna buck in the air

For my brother locked up in the jump for a year

Shit is real out here, don't believe these videos

This fake ass industry gotta pay to get a song on the radioReally though, DP'z gon' let you know

It's just a game of pimps and hoes

And it's all 'bout who you know

Not who we are or how we grow

I rap 'bout what I know, what I go through

What I been through, not just for no doughEven though the rent due

What I'm into ain't for no dough

Or just no fame, everything must change, nothin' remains the same

Sick of the same ol' thang, it's bigger than bling, blingIf I feel it, I feel it, if I don't, I don't

If it ain't really real then I probably won't

Rollin' with my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride

For this real hip hop, y'all, I'm ready to dieUhh, hip what, hop what, hip what, hop what

Hip what, hop what, hip what, hop, c'mon

C'mon, my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride

For this real hip hop, y'all, I'm ready to dieHip hop means sayin' what I want, never bite my tongue

Hip hop means teaching the young

If you feelin' what I'm feelin' then you hearin' what I'm sayin'

'Cause these fake, fake records just keep on playin'What you sayin', huh, DP bringin' the funk

Let the bassline rattle your trunk, uhh

Punk pig wit a badge wanna handcuff me

'Cuz my pants that's tend to sag

Hip hop means throw up your rag, soldier flag

Whether ridin' on the bus or you stole a JagM-1 mean freedom, burn the cash

Revolutionary love till the day we pass

Will they play it on the radio?

Maybe not, maybe so we gon' keep it pumpin' though

Everybody know we headed for the whoa, fo shoAy dogg, that label is that slave ship

Owners got them whips and rappers is slaves

If you really wanna eat, you gotta hear the same thing

With the football, b-ball or if you slangin' that dope

Ain't never seen no hope, brainwash video shows be foolin' my folkWhat the hell a brother gon' do though, huh

When the rent due, when the lights and the gas gonna get cut off

Drop them raps or cock them gats

Ain't never had shit ever since we came to this bitch

Why, I gotta feel pain to get rich

'Stead of stackin' chips, finna pack them clips(Ride to this if you miss Tupac)

(Bounce to this if you love Big Poppa)

(Ride to this if you miss Tupac)

(Bounce to this if you love Big Poppa)

We keep it crunkah

Songwriters

GAVIN CLAYTON, LAVONNE ALFORD, KANYE WESTPublished by

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