Uh, uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
Uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh
All my dogs


[Hook]
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip

It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

[Verse 1: M1]

Uh, one thing 'bout music
When it hit you feel no pain
White folks says it controls your brain

I know better than that
That's game and we ready for that
Two soldiers head of the pack

Matter of fact who got the gat?
And where my army at?
Rather attack than not react

Back the beats it don't reflect
On how many records get sold
On sex, drugs, and rock and roll

Whether your project's put on hold
In the real world
These just people with ideas

They just like me and you
When the smoke and camera disappear
Again the real world (world)

It's bigger than all these fake $$# records
When poor folks got the millions
And my woman's disrespected

If you check 1,2
My word of advice to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do

If that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, lighter, flame ignitor, crowd exciter
Or you wanna just get high

Then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire
Wolf-cry agent with a wire

I'm gon' know it when I play it

[Hook]


[Verse 2: stic.man]
Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls

If we don't get them
They gonna get us all
I'm down for runnin' up on them

Crackers in they city hall
We ride for y'all
All my dogs stay real

^!$$% don't think these record deals
Gonna feed your seeds
And pay your bills because they not

MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got
^!$$% all y'all records sound the same

I sick of that fake thug, R & B
Rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video, monotonous material

Y'all don't here me though
These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line, and signed

And still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus or justice
A dream or some substance

A Beamer, a necklace or freedom
Still a ^!$$% like me don't playa' hate
I just stay awake

This real hip-hop, and it don't stop
'Til we get the po-po off the block
They call it


[Hook]


DP's got that crazy %#@! we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and %#@! what

Uh, DP's got that crazy %#@! we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and %#@!


Uh, DP's got that crazy %#@! we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and %#@!

1, 2, 1, 2


Uh, DP's got that crazy %#@! we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and %#@!

Uh, DP's got that crazy %#@! we keep it crunk up


They call it

Fake, fake, fake records