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Letra 'HipHop'

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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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