Nas - Hip hop lyrics

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 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 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, Hennessey 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 in billin', I helped build 'em up Gave my n***a my right, I could have gave left So like my girl Foxy, a n***a went Def So, n***a, who's your top ten? Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren? 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 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 The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin' What influenced my raps? Stick-ups and k**ings Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings Criticize that, why is that? 'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap 'Cuz 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 they like me in my white tee You can't ice me, we here for life, B On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey And for that we not takin' it lightly If hip hop should die, we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together All together now 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 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 Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business If it got 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 the guys let me get my last swig of Vodka R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a Rasta Went from turntables to mp3s From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's From gold cables to Jacobs From plain facials to Botox and face lifts I'm lookin' over my shoulder It's about eighty n***as from my hood that showed up And they came to show love Sold out concert, and the doors are closed shut