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bizarre - hip hop lyrics

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songs for the b-mp, songs for the street
n-gg-s know the kinda tone when i’m on the beat
’cause if the rumbabab-m 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’ (d-mn!)
from detroit to texas, texas to detroit
godd-mn 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 h-ll yeah, i lived in my car
b-tch i was homeless i would have slept in a jar
and dirty management, i wish y’all the best
but me and my n-gg-s 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 n-gg-s in the club
to the e-dubs and n-gg-s that you ain’t heard of
and man, i don’t know how to use a gun
but i’ll learn quick if the f-ckin’ 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
motherf-ckers laughin’ ’cause i couldn’t aim
so i pulled the f-ckin’ 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 f-ck am i supposed to do mean time when rivals come
hide that son of a b-tch 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’ f-ck 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 bullsh-t
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 r-t-rded, once i got up and gotta
it was empty the night i got caught with it
what the f-ck man i thought this was supposed to be…

hip hop hip hop
hip hop
hip hop
hip hop

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