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(Intro) |
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Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music |
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Cause without hip hop music I wouldn't be here today |
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Preacher's son, yeah |
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(Verse 1) |
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Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot |
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And they both still were rulers of hip hop |
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And Puffy and Suge was roomates from college |
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And Big L never got found in the alley |
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Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies |
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Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50 |
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Benzino shook hands with Eminem |
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And on the same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim |
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And sometimes when I dream, that's when I wake up |
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I kinda hoped that The Fugees didn't break up |
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And when they walked into the studio I prayed they didn't spray |
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Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!) |
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(Chorus) |
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Shots go off, mother's cry |
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Death since rise, homicide |
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Black on black crime needs to stop |
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Y'all can't blame it on hip hop |
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Cause what we say is what we see |
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What we see is reality |
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The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow |
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Soon they won't live to see tomorrow |
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(Verse 2) |
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Imagine if Big Pun was still alive |
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I could see Fat Joe screamin Terror Squad |
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Imagine if there were still four survivors still in Destiny's Child |
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And TLC never lost they Left Eye |
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Imagine Refugees never needin a passport |
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And John Forte never at Newark Airport |
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Million Man March, man, that was a start |
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Now I need a million more to meet me at Central Park |
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When the revolution start y'all 'gon have to play this |
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Imagine Slick Rick not gettin deported (Whoa oh oh!) |
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(Chorus) |
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Shots go off, mother's cry |
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Death since rise, homicide |
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Black on black crime needs to stop |
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Y'all can't blame it on hip hop |
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Cause what we say is what we see |
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What we see is reality |
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The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow |
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Soon they won't live to see tomorrow |
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(Verse 3) |
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In the club never though Shyne shot the gun |
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But in the limosine JLO had to run |
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Paparazzi snappin shots through the mirror |
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That's when I saw a smile from Princess Diana |
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Back and forth and forth and back |
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Like Miss Aaliyah man do I miss her |
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The war goes on with The ROC and The Lox |
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Murder INC, G- Unit it's a fight to the top |
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Stop! We lost too many soldiers like Freaky Tah |
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While they get the cover of a magazine who got to die |
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(Chorus) |
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Shots go off, mother's cry |
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Death since rise, homicide |
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Black on black crime needs to stop |
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Y'all can't blame it on hip hop |
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Cause what we say is what we see |
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What we see is reality |
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The ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow |
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Soon they won't live to see tomorrow |
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(Outro) |
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Yeah, peace be with y'all |