Murs - f** Ya Hip Hop lyrics

[Verse 1] I think my pressure boiling from all the sh** that's spoiling Uh, I once was on it but now my head's enormous Uh, your sh** was boring, my art is fast and forming Creativity is what you lack in your performance You see the crowd n***a? Microphone checker Mr. Home Wrecker, give me hard liquor Let the blunt flicker, you see my style evolve Reservoir Dogs and we some Hannibals If I would catalog, feeling phenomenon I'm after the Parmesan, while gripping my fire arm Bang, he lost an arm, bang, he writing nothing n***a you wasting time, I'm wasted, past the line, I'm hard My nig, you whine, you broke, my nig, you lying, you owe You buying dimes, look my nig, we know the signs But quick to speak our minds, fronting like you balling man I couldn't tell, Hell, smoking more than what your dealer sell Huh, super fail, super duper fail Listen to the Schoolboy, my mic can teach you well, Hell Hah, left him at a pit stop Top Dawg, mothaf** your hip hop [Hook] Mothaf** your hip hop Mothaf** your hip hop You ain't gotta cop it when my sh** drop? Mothaf** your hip hop [Verse 2: Big Pooh] They don't wanna see you shine, they don't wanna see you grow They don't wanna see you sign on that line and get doe Wanna keep you in they pocket, I fire like a rocket I'm tryna blow up, like sticking forks in the socket I did it for the love, I do it for the art Now how am I supposed to write these 16's in the dark? My car's on park, I can't eat sk**s And props ain't gon' pay all these mothaf**in' bills I can keep it real and get paid at the same time Money in my pocket won't reflect on my next line Next rhyme, next date, showing off my chest plate Belly big, looking all full, cause I just ate Know some sh** been going wrong if I lost weight Ain't about the doe, but I need it now, won't wait Can't stop, won't stop, not even a drip drop Say what you want but mothaf** your hip hop [Hook] [Verse 3: Murs] They say, "Murs why you put Dogg Pound on Paid Dues and sh**? Must have gone mainstream, sold out losing it" n***as that's been underground for years and ain't doing sh** My homies ain't no B-boys fool, all they do is Crip Keep on talking sh** and they gon' sock you in the lip And you gon' do is get mad and try to sue a pimp Then I'm spending loot on a lawyer that's ludicrous Cashing out my street cred for you? Man, I'm through with this I'm a changed man, that's the only reason you exist If this was '96 we would have caught you in a twist The little homies busting at you out the Bronco Peel your cap ten kick back at the compost Large orange bang and a bomb plate of nachos Biter broke n***a, quit hating, keep your mouth closed Rapping 30 years, you still ain't this hot Shut your a** up n***a, mothaf** your hip hop [Hook]