[Intro: Joell Ortiz] + {Jadakiss} Yo, do me a favor? (what?) Accidentally step on your white sungla**es (ha ha ha) We don't wear those over here, this is hip hop {uh-huh} This is Carhartt jackets (yeah), Timberland boots unlaced {yup}, this is Champion hoodies Chicken wings and french fries {uhh} R.I.P. pieces on the handball court (you see it) This is us still fighting police brutality {AH-HAH!} [Verse 1: Jadakiss] Everybody runnin' they mouth 'bout how they real Ringtones blowin' the doors off album sales Need to be tellin' the people about how they feel ‘Cause that's how it all started, I'm surprised they feel ill Music just ain't what it used to We used to have songs that you could shoplift or boost to This is the truth too, listen, we gon' pop in the Juice Crew Then run up in the mall, get loose, boo Hard streets, hard times, beats and hard rhymes Five-Percenters teachin' the God lines Two turntables, a mixer, few speakers Haze didn't exist yet, they blew reefer Pink Champale, plenty of malt liquor Extension cord was ran through grandma's kitchen Fashion statements, bats was safe then Now, D-Block Royal bash your face in [Hook: Joell Ortiz] Aww, man, (man) this is hip hop Hands up if you forever a fan of hip hop I wake up hip hop, go to sleep hip hop Dream about hip hop, ‘cause I am hip hop X2 [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Uhh, geah, check…I said hip hop, started out in the park Man, I knew it was going down from the start I be backstage with that extra pound in my heart bu*terflies, what a vibe when I tear that whole crowd apart! It's hip hop, my lips got problems, I spit hot sh** Watch the Kid Rock albums, I hurt verses And bruise flows, who knows what's next and when? I'm like a NBA game; nothin' less than 10 It's like all kind of diseases infest my pen I'm sick, I gotta spit, I can't digest my phlegm This gift could be a curse if you don't use it right So call me now, tell half of these dudes good night They let the lion out the cage, the dragon from out the cage Dudes worship him, girls be draggin' him off the stage You dudes weak, you ruin beats, you don't hurt the track Give your producer my contacts, I'll murder that [Hook] [Saigon - over Hook] Knahmean? J-O! See you my n***a, haha Bring this sh** back man Bring it back in time man, check [Verse 3: Saigon] Just when y'all thought Queenbridge was a wrap Nas came back bridgin' the gap Joey Crack told the whole map to lean back For a second you would've thought New York was takin' the scene back Even Ja dropped a mean track It went "I'm from New York!" The first city that have heads to fiend for crack Now all I hear about is who's a Blood, who's a Crip Religious leaders only teach half of the truth and sh** I'd rather rock a fake gold crucifix than them platinum white Jesus faces; he rap like he's a racist Know a philosopher that reads the pages So that knowledge I try to keep away from me for ages (Aww, man) It's like I'm in a race against time Couple years ago I couldn't wait to get signed I thought automatically that my face'll get shine But being lyrical was just a waste of slick rhyme ‘Cause so, still I annihilate though The sire lace the place with the fireplace flow The day y'all could f** with me or Joell Ortiz That's the day Hell gon' freeze [Hook] [Joell] Aww, man {*echoes*}