N.O.R.E., Freddie Foxxx - Thiz Iz Hip Hop lyrics
[N.O.R.E., Freddie Foxxx - Thiz Iz Hip Hop lyrics]
Take soft white and turn it into tan hard
That shit is chemistry
At least a form of science
I was raised by the wolves
But the dogs my alliance
My hood used to call me "Papi Shoot-a-lot"
Cause all I really did was sell
Coke and just shoot a lot
Increase the crime rate every time I drop
A new tape in the Tri-State my stick Pyrex
Niggas getting shot up and
Locked up for directs hand-to hand
That was something I enjoyed to do
I told my workers nine-to-five
I'm employing you
You could do the nine-to-five
Or the ten-to-six
I'm twenty five-eight, holmes
That's my shift
Them niggas out of bounds like a referee
I'm a chef with the coke, no recipe
I could show you to your grave
That's your destiny
So them so-called shooters don't mess with me
This is Hip-Hop
This is how it's supposed to sound
Don't dance to it, just hear the sound
Nah, you can't dougie to this
You could only get high and get gully to this
See, I'm a bodybuilder with the
Fly shit I spit change my whole sculpture
Rose wine exquisite
Nore's the hurricane, cold like a blizzard
Sodom, Gomorrah, Expedition Ford Explorer
Cover me, lay low this help when we play God
Cocaine on steroids, call the shit A-Rod
New York play yard, painting like Picasso
This shit colossal, spit like Soppo
Catch me in a Tahoe, G-Shock rubber watch
Newport smoker, Googoun drinker
Fuck your vest, nigga
Cause I'm aiming for your thinker
What up to all my niggas
Hand-to hand in the morning doing it, yeah
And got it locked like a vice grip
What up to all my niggas that's
Scrambling on the night shift
The night life with the right white
White tops got colors like Mike & Ikes
This is Hip-Hop
This is how it's supposed to sound
Don't dance to it, just hear the sound
Nah, you can't dougie to this
You could only get high and get gully to this
Talk stupid out your ass, I'll blast
No cash, free throwing, Steve Nash
So fast, see blowing
Bitch nigga, you scared, Deebowing
That bum don't stop, he keep going
Leave you dead in your birthday suit
From downstairs I shoot
Through the roof, bada bing
Through the California King
Put the money on the table
It's mine, nigga, you boxed in
Freddie Foxxx and Noreaga, the locked-in
Goons on the Voltron, turning the volts on
45 Colts on, military coats on
Hip-hop general, 38 snub by the genitals
That's spitting no casing, defacing
Got green like Boston
You're a team Ben Rothman
Once I leave you in the coffin, shot
This is Hip-Hop
This is how it's supposed to sound
Don't dance to it, just hear the sound
Nah, you can't dougie to this
You could only get high and get gully to this
That shit is chemistry
At least a form of science
I was raised by the wolves
But the dogs my alliance
My hood used to call me "Papi Shoot-a-lot"
Cause all I really did was sell
Coke and just shoot a lot
Increase the crime rate every time I drop
A new tape in the Tri-State my stick Pyrex
Niggas getting shot up and
Locked up for directs hand-to hand
That was something I enjoyed to do
I told my workers nine-to-five
I'm employing you
You could do the nine-to-five
Or the ten-to-six
I'm twenty five-eight, holmes
That's my shift
Them niggas out of bounds like a referee
I'm a chef with the coke, no recipe
I could show you to your grave
That's your destiny
So them so-called shooters don't mess with me
This is Hip-Hop
This is how it's supposed to sound
Don't dance to it, just hear the sound
Nah, you can't dougie to this
You could only get high and get gully to this
See, I'm a bodybuilder with the
Fly shit I spit change my whole sculpture
Rose wine exquisite
Nore's the hurricane, cold like a blizzard
Sodom, Gomorrah, Expedition Ford Explorer
Cover me, lay low this help when we play God
Cocaine on steroids, call the shit A-Rod
New York play yard, painting like Picasso
This shit colossal, spit like Soppo
Catch me in a Tahoe, G-Shock rubber watch
Newport smoker, Googoun drinker
Fuck your vest, nigga
Cause I'm aiming for your thinker
What up to all my niggas
Hand-to hand in the morning doing it, yeah
And got it locked like a vice grip
What up to all my niggas that's
Scrambling on the night shift
The night life with the right white
White tops got colors like Mike & Ikes
This is Hip-Hop
This is how it's supposed to sound
Don't dance to it, just hear the sound
Nah, you can't dougie to this
You could only get high and get gully to this
Talk stupid out your ass, I'll blast
No cash, free throwing, Steve Nash
So fast, see blowing
Bitch nigga, you scared, Deebowing
That bum don't stop, he keep going
Leave you dead in your birthday suit
From downstairs I shoot
Through the roof, bada bing
Through the California King
Put the money on the table
It's mine, nigga, you boxed in
Freddie Foxxx and Noreaga, the locked-in
Goons on the Voltron, turning the volts on
45 Colts on, military coats on
Hip-hop general, 38 snub by the genitals
That's spitting no casing, defacing
Got green like Boston
You're a team Ben Rothman
Once I leave you in the coffin, shot
This is Hip-Hop
This is how it's supposed to sound
Don't dance to it, just hear the sound
Nah, you can't dougie to this
You could only get high and get gully to this