1, 2, 1, 2
A dream or some substance, a Beamer, a necklace or freedom
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire
Rap scenario all day on the radio
You would rather have a Lexus or justice
All my dogs
This real hip-hop, and it don't stop
John Blaze'd and shit what
White folks says it controls your brain I know better than that
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
On how many records get sold on sex, drugs, and rock and roll
Wolf-cry agent with a wire I'm gon' know it when I play it
It's bigger than all these fake ass records
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got
They call it
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot
When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected
If you check 1, 2 my word of advice to you is just relax
Nigga all y'all records sound the same
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
All my dogs stay real nigga don't think these record deals
Publishers: GHETTO MARTIAL ARTS MUSIC, THE WAR OF ART MUSIC
Gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills because they not
Same scenes in the video
These just people with ideas they just like me and you
(World)
Fake, Fake Records
Songwriters: Lavonne Alford, Clayton Gavin, Andrew Mair, Vonkeli Williams
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
Uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh
And still be writing rhymes and broke
Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate I just stay awake
When the smoke and camera disappear again the real world
If you a fighter, rider, lighter, flame igniter, crowd exciter
'Til we get the po-po off the block, they call it
That's game and we ready for that two soldiers head of the pack
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
Matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at?
Uh, uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
They gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them
Fake, Fake, Fake Records
Whether your project's put on hold in the real world
John Blaze'd and shit
Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls if we don't get them
Just do what you got to do if that don't work then kick the facts
You can be next in line, and signed
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
Monotonous material y'all don't here me though
Crackers in they city hall we ride for y'all
John Blaze'd and shit
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
Uh, one thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain
I sick of that fake thug, R & B
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
Rather attack than not react back the beats it don't reflect