Nikki Jean - Hip-Hop Saved My Life - feat. Nikki Jean Explicit lyrics

Dedicate, dedicate This one right here, goes out To my homie with the drink, na mean He said, ?I write what I see Write to make it right, don't like where I be? I'd like to make it light the sights on TV Quite the great life, so nice and easy See, now you can still die from that But it's better than not being alive from straps Agree, a Mead notebook and a bic that click When it's pushed in a whack a** beat That's a track that's weak, that he got last week 'Cause everybody in the store's like that's that heat A ba** heavy medley, with a sample from the 70's With a screwed up hook that went, 'Stack That Cheese' Somethin', somethin', somethin', 'Stack That Cheese' Mother, sister, cousin, 'Stack That Cheese' He couldn't think of nothin', 'Stack That Cheese' He turns down the beat, writer's block impedes Cryin' from the next room, a baby in need Of some Pampers and some food and place to sleep That, plus a black Cadillac on D's Is what keep 'em on track to be a great Emcee, yea One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life Reps North side so he rocks them braids Eleven-hundred friends on his MySpace page Stack That Cheese got seven hundred plays Producer made him take it down, said he had to pay Open mic champ two weeks in a row Ex-D Boy with a be-Boy flow Glow like Leroy, you should see boy go Got a daddy servin' life and a brother on the row Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the cage Minute Maid, got his momma workin' like a slave Down baby momma, who he really had to honor 'Cause she was his biggest fan, even let him use her Honda To drive up to Dallas went to open up for amateurs Let him keep a debit card, so he could put gas in it Told her when he get on he gon' take her to the galleria Buy everythin' but the mannequins, ya dig One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life His man called said, ?Ya time might be now? They played your freestyle over ?Wipe Me Down? They played it two times say it might be crowned As the best thing out the H-Town in a while He picked up his son with a great big smile Rapped every single word to the new born child Then he put him down and went back to the kitchen And put on another beat and got back to the mission of Get his momma out the hood, put her somewhere in the woods Keep his lady lookin' good, have her rollin' like she should Show his homies there's a way, other than that flippin' ya Bail his homie outta jail, put a lawyer on his case Throw a concert for the school, show the shoulders that it's cool Throw some candy on the Caddy, chuck the deuce and act a fool Man it feels good when it happens like that Two days from goin' back to sellin' crack, yes sir One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved me One you never heard of I, push it hard to further the Grind I feel like murder but hip-hop you saved my life Hip-hop, you saved my life Hip-hop, you saved my life Hip-hop, you saved my life