[Intro]
Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music
Cause without hip hop music I wouldn't be here today

Preacher's son, yeah

[Verse 1]

Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot And they both still
were rulers of hip hop And Puffy and Suge was roomates from
college And Big L never got found in the alley Nas and Jay-Z

they were still homies Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50
Benzino shook hands with Eminem And on the same record I heard
Eve, Fox and Kim And sometimes when I dream, that's when I

wake up I kinda hoped that The Fugees didn't break up And when
they walked into the studio I prayed they didn't spray Cause
I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!)


[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother's cry Death since rise, homicide Black on

black crime needs to stop Y'all can't blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The
ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they

won't
live to see tomorrow


[Verse 2]
Imagine if Big Pun was still alive I could see Fat Joe screamin
Terror Squad Imagine if there were still four survivors

still in Destiny's Child And TLC never lost they Left Eye
Imagine Refugees never needin a passport And John Forte never
at

Newark Airport Million Man March, man, that was a start Now I
need a million more to meet me at Central Park When the
revolution start y'all 'gon have to play this Imagine Slick Rick

not gettin deported (Whoa oh oh!)

[Chorus]

Shots go off, mother's cry Death since rise, homicide Black on
black crime needs to stop Y'all can't blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The

ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they
won't
live to see tomorrow


[Verse 3]
In the club never though Shyne shot the gun But in the limosine

JLO had to run Paparazzi snappin shots through the mirror
That's when I saw a smile from Princess Diana Back and forth and
forth and back Like Miss Aaliyah man do I miss her The war

goes on with The ROC and The Lox Murder INC, G- Unit it's a
fight to the top Stop! We lost too many soldiers like Freaky
Tah

While they get the cover of a magazine who got to die

[Chorus]

Shots go off, mother's cry Death since rise, homicide Black on
black crime needs to stop Y'all can't blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The

ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they
won't
live to see tomorrow


[Outro]
Yeah, peace be with y'all