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    Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
    Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh
    All my dogs


    It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
    It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

    Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain
    white folks says it controls your brain
    I know better than that, that's game and we ready for that
    Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat?
    And where my army at?
    Rather attack and not react
    Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold
    On sex, drugs, and rock and roll, whether your project's put on hold
    In the real world, these just people with ideas
    They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear
    Again the real world (world), it's bigger than all these fake ass records
    When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected
    If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax
    Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts
    If you a fighter, rider, ?bout'er?, flame ignitor, crowd exciter
    Or you wanna just get high, then just say it
    But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry agent with a wire
    I'm gonna know it when I play it


    Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?
    If we don't get them, they gonna get us all
    I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall
    We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real
    Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds
    And pay your bills because they not
    MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot
    Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y'all records sound the same
    I sick of that fake thug, R & B, rap scenario all day on the radio
    Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all don't here me though
    These record labels slang our tapes like dope
    You can be next in line, and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke
    You would rather have a Lexus or justice? A dream or some substance?
    A Beamer, a necklace or freedom?
    Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate, I just stay awake
    This real hip hop, and it don't stop until we get the po-po off the block
    They call it....


    Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
    John Blaze'd and shit what


    Fake, fake, fake records

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