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