Mac - That's Hip Hop lyrics

Say man, n***az say no limit ain't hip hop. Man these old fake a** n***az don't even know what hip hop is. Why don't you show 'em what hip hop is? I'm 'bout to show a n***a what hip hop is. n***a gimme a motherf**in' beat Or something n***a. motherf**in' clap or something. Mac: So uh, who's ya favorite rapper Do he really got sk**s Is he real Can he flow like this n***a who murda k**s Is he a fool Or you like him cuz his single was cool His video got b**hes in bikinis hoppin' out the pool Is he complete Do he got tight lyrics and tight beats Do he write his own rhymes Do they sound like mines Is he one of these n***az who's on Or is he just some other n***az clone with no f**in' style of his own You probably like thugs You probably like to fight in the clubs You probably like him 'cuz he talk about murder and d** He's such a thug What if a n***a told you he lyin' Would he still be yo' #1 or would you change yo' mind Did you listen to his lp or just one of his songs Is he type that just go on and on about being the don Or what he drive, where he live at Tell him you don't wanna hear that You around and get jacked f**in' wit mac! Mac: So who he sound like Mystikal, makaveli, or bone Wu tang, nas, or jay z Man, n***az are crazy n***az will steal yo' style and f** around be dissin' you Knowing you the main n***a they be listenin' to So what you like his voice What he make you moist I mean what Did he sign ya autograph when you met him Did he look at you strange and call his bodyguard like you was tryin' to Sweat him Did he try to f**? did you let him? Did he tell you he was diggin' you And after he f**ed you he got rid of you Promised you he would send for you Let him penetrate ya Then you find out he ain't really got no paper Now ya saying he raped ya I know the game is tight, it's alright, it's so terrific What i write is so profilic when it's to a beat that i can live with