Hip Hop

D12

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    CHORUS
    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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