t no love lost I'm still Don sippin' Readin' the LA Times and Louis Vuitton slippin' Sittin' behind bars for the simple fact that the Hip Hop police
Nigga Want The Drama I Reach For The Mac 10 Make The 50 Cap Spin Till It Peel Back Skin Eazy Baby U Dont Wanna Belive Me Baby Yeeeeaahh Like Jeezy Baby
of fuckin an R&B bitch) I don't make love, I make hits. I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this Hip Hop shit. [Chorus: x2] Feels Good Gangsta [Verse
Five (Waddup Kris?) Cold Crush show me how to dress fly (yep) Latifah "U-N-I-T-Y" This is when hip-hop was alive, Cal-ca [Verse 6: The Game] Clack, cookin
J. (Hate it or love it the underdogs' on top and I'm gon' shine, homey until my heart stop) Go head and envy me, I'm a soul hip-hop queen and I ain't
Now you can catch me in Brooklyn with Fab On a New York bench, while you old niggaz in rehab And if I can't be a hip-hop legend, I'll just die in a ski
drop something [Verse 2:] Its only been 12 months I lost a few friends, had my baby mama bust the windows out of my bens, Hip hop police on me every
probation let the... spray Do for shine what you did for profit Sent in jail for ten years who is fucking with us [Chorus:] We are hip hop Hip hop Tell
of fuckin an R&B bitch, I don't make love, I make hits, I put a condom on and stuff my dick in this Hip Hop shit. [Chorus - Mya] Feels good? Gangsta?
them skinny jeans so you see my fat wallet That's right I'm a big shot, call me little cannon ball Mister get up in ya girls mouth like some anbesol Hip-hop
minus money and light Searching for fortune and fame, and super stardom All the jewelry, all the cars, whose crew is the hardest. Now the hip-hop police
regular people minus money and light Searching for fortune and fame, and super stardom All the jewelry, all the cars, whose crew is the hardest. Now the hip-hop
fake Napolean be the motherfuckin last nigga with the gat to break The last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got Fuckin with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain You want that hip-hop real It's that hip-hop that's real Hold it down, hold it down Hip-hop that's worldwide
So what the fuck you talkin about?! Aw, shit. Goody, goody, gumdrops. Nigaa, get your hoodie and your gun cocked. Rock it till the drum stops. Hip hop
qui se sentent seuls Ces miss dans la jungle hip-hop de quoi devenir folle Approvisionne bad boys, bad girls J'pourrais te dire que tout est cool, nice baby
Shady I'll leave you dearly departed They say Batman [Verse 1- 50 Cent] Robin, Cagney or Lacey, it's 50 cent and Shady The worst baby, put your hands