Intro:
Hip hop, hip hop.. is dead
Hip, hip hop, hip hop.. is dead
Hip, hip hop, hip, hip hop is dead
Hip, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Hook [2X]:
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
(Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead)
Verse 1:
Yeah, n***as smoke, laugh, party and die in the same corner
Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama
Rich a** n***as is ridin' with three llamas
Revenge in their eyes, Hennessy and the ganja
Word to the wise, with villain state of minds
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind
(Grindin', hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind)
Whenever if ever I roll up it's sown up
Any ghetto will tell ya, "Nas helped grow us up"
My face once graced promotional Sony trucks
Hundred million and billin', I helped blow 'em up
Gave my n***a my right, I could've gave left
So like my girl Foxy, a n***a went deaf
So n***a, who's your top 10? Is it MC Shan, is it MC Ren?
Hook [2X]:
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
(Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead)
Verse 2:
The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Come through something ill, missin' the ceiling
What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and k**ings
Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings
Criticize that, why's that?
'Cause Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap
'Cause we love to talk on a** we gettin'
Most intellectuals will only half listen
So you can't blame jazz musicians or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues
Oh, I think they like me, in my white T
You can't ice me, we here for life B
On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey
And for that we're not taking it lightly
If hip hop should die, we die together
Bodies in the morgue lie together, all together now
Hook [2X]:
If hip hop should die before I wake
I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
Roll to every station, murder the DJ
(Hip hop just died this mornin'
And she's dead, she's dead)
Verse 3:
Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game
Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business
It forgot where it started
So we all gather here for the dearly departed
Hip hopper since a toddler
One homeboy became a man, then a mobster
If it dies, let me get my last swig of vodka
RIP, we'll donate your lungs to a rasta
Went from turntables to MP3's
From Beat Street to commercials on Mickey D's
From gold cables to Jacobs
From plain facials to Botox and face lifts
I'm looking over my shoulder
It's about 80 n***as from my hood that showed up
And they came to show love
Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut