Bizarre, Eminem - Hip Hop lyrics

Yeah huh (Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)
Turn my mic up a little bit (Hip hop)
Hit some of this Cali guido (Hip hop)
Listen to some motherfucking (Hip hop)
Everybody got a little story they gotta tell
Niggas ain't heard my shithahaha
The life of Bizarrewhat!

Hip hop, that's the way of life (Word?)
If you think you're nice
Then go grab the mic (Grab it)
Let me tell you my story
Cause everybody got one
Grab a pen and pad and start to jot some
Always told myself that I
Would never be losing
Man, I ain't had no hood
My mother was always moving (Damn)
From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit
(C'mon)
Goddamn, Mama, what's the point? (The fuck?)


So I would go in my room
And pack my little bags (Aughh)
Jump in the truck with my step dad
When I was ten years old
I started to feel the hunger
Got a little older, man
The force got stronger (yeah)
And me and my rap partner
Wasn't seeing eye to eye
So he picked up and started a
Group with some other guys (Haha)
This is hip hop, man, I won't stop
Yo Big Boi (What up?) Gimme a beatbox
Beatbox

Hip hop, hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop

From the Hip Hop Shop to Maurice Malone
(Uh, huh)
Ten years later, I'm still in the zone
(Word?)
7 Mile and Foyer where a star was born (yeah)
United we stand, divided we swore (D12)
And hell yeah, I lived in my car (yeah)
Bitch, I was homeless
I would have slept in a jar (Ha ha haha)
And Dirty Management, I wish all the best
But me and my niggas
We had to do what's best (That's right)
It was a mess, all them taxes and accounts
(What?) checks started to bounce
Niggas couldn't buy an ounce (Hell yeah)
And now that we platinum, they diss our name
(What?) like we won't go to the
Car and get them thangs
And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice
From the fight with Whitey Ford
To the beef with Royce (What)
To the Ja Rules, Benzinos
And niggas in the club
To the e-dubs and niggas you ain't heard of
And man, I don't know how to use a gun (Naw)
But, I'll learn quick if
The fucking beef come!

Hip hop, hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop

Man, I thought this was supposed
To be hip hop, hip hop
I'd rather be fishing in flip flops
Flip flops
Or cross over to country like Kid Rock, did
I can't see no country singers
Beefing over some guitar
Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seger
When I was younger I was so eager
To have a gun I would do the same
Couldn't wait to get to the shooting range
Me and my man Goofy Gary just
Trying to let loose some steam
Motherfuckers laughing 'cause I couldn't aim
So I'd pull the fucking target closer
And just shoot the thang
I used to have this theory: keep
Three bullets in the gun
It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan
For each bullet if you got no CCW license
I tried to apply for one
They said it'd take five-six months
What the fuck am I supposed to
Do mean time when rivals come?
Hide that sumbitch in the glovebox
Or inside the trunk
Now, back to what my three-bullet theory was
I'm triple platinum
I ain't trying to catch no murder one
Figured I'd shoot to wound
Probably miss with at least one
But them other two gon' fuck his
Shoulder and his kneecap up
Then I'mma say it's self defense
" how come I had the gun?"
"Was because I was at the range
On my way back from"
This dude approached me on some bullshit
I'd get a year for each bullet at the most
As opposed to having a full clip in that
That was my idiotic logic
It was basically for safety
But it gave me power, and it made me crazy
And psychotic
I just got retarded once I got it
Thank God it was empty the night
That I got caught with it what the fuck
Man I thought that it was supposed to be

Hip hop, hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop