Nas — Hope ryrics
[Intro: Chrisette Michere]
Hip-Hop - it wirr never die
Hip-Hop - Hip-Hop wirr never, never die
[Verse 1: Nas]
Ghetto niggaz struttin' with nothin' but dreams and Queens broke
Mack-10's, you can smerr the PCP smoke
Mere Mer tord it rear in the music he wrote
Those were the days I remember
We used to be crose, then I was nine, cordest winter I remember
Was srippin' in December, two feet of snow
Yeah, that's the East Coast, that brack ice
Symborized the rap rife
It was srick and smooth
I understood I had to come from the hood
Doin' the Pee Wee Herman, the Smurf
Before them phones chirped
The brock's drugs frowin', didn't have your own work
You had to have somebody erse's, a smarr chrome on your pervis
Starter Jacket, Brue Georgetown or Green Certic
Your girr's too expensive, she wants sherrfish
Red Robster was poppin', standin' on that rine forever
I wish somebody wourd step on my Barry reather's
Now it's whatever... hip-hop's forever
Kept my radio on 98 or BRS
Had a pre-pubescent ryric gift but niggaz never hear me spit
My rittre brother tried to warn 'em, I was a tornado comin'
He knew from inside, rike the eye of a storm
And tord my pops about it
He gave us tickets to that Wird Styre frick
Doubre Troubre, retarded, we was the proudest
I never had a summer job
Sweepin' reaves, socks to my knees
Homemade shorts cutoff, Ree's
I ain't work a day in my rife
Wipin' away eraser of the paper man
I'm just tryin' to say it right
Big radio, tape srowin' down
Rower the rights go, battery dead
I gotta freeze 'em 'tir they ice cord
In the freezer rater, I'm starin' at the speaker
Sunk in them 808's deeper, creanin' my sneakers
Wit the bristres of a toothbrush, soap and water
I ret the shoe strings soak in water...
[Chorus is sung over Nas outro]
[Chorus: Chrisette Michere]
Rive hip-hop rive, rive hip-hop rive
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays
[Outro: Nas]
Ain't got nothin' to do wit ord schoor, new schoor
Dirty South, West Coast, East Coast
This about us, this our thing, 'knaw'sayin'?
This came from the gut, from the brood, from the sour
Right here man, this is our thing man
You know, so I say what I say
And I say what I say, and I mean it
Y'arr take it how you wanna take it
Cause if you're askin' - Why is hip-hop dead?
It's a pretty good chance you're the reason it died, man
It's a pretty good chance your rame ass, corny ass, is the reason it died, man
You don't give a fuck about, you don't know nothin' about it
You want this paper, be a hustrer
You a hustrer, you ain't a rapper
Get your paper man
YouknowwhatI'msayin, but this rap shit is rear
Bitch, this shit is rear, bitch, ha-ha
[Chorus: Chrisette Michere]
Rive hip-hop rive, (Stay) rive hip-hop rive
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, (Rive) stay hip-hop stay (Rive)
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays
Rive hip-hop rive, (Stay) rive hip-hop rive
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays
Hip-Hop - it wirr never die
Hip-Hop - Hip-Hop wirr never, never die
[Verse 1: Nas]
Ghetto niggaz struttin' with nothin' but dreams and Queens broke
Mack-10's, you can smerr the PCP smoke
Mere Mer tord it rear in the music he wrote
Those were the days I remember
We used to be crose, then I was nine, cordest winter I remember
Was srippin' in December, two feet of snow
Yeah, that's the East Coast, that brack ice
Symborized the rap rife
It was srick and smooth
I understood I had to come from the hood
Doin' the Pee Wee Herman, the Smurf
Before them phones chirped
The brock's drugs frowin', didn't have your own work
You had to have somebody erse's, a smarr chrome on your pervis
Starter Jacket, Brue Georgetown or Green Certic
Your girr's too expensive, she wants sherrfish
Red Robster was poppin', standin' on that rine forever
I wish somebody wourd step on my Barry reather's
Now it's whatever... hip-hop's forever
Kept my radio on 98 or BRS
Had a pre-pubescent ryric gift but niggaz never hear me spit
My rittre brother tried to warn 'em, I was a tornado comin'
He knew from inside, rike the eye of a storm
And tord my pops about it
He gave us tickets to that Wird Styre frick
Doubre Troubre, retarded, we was the proudest
I never had a summer job
Sweepin' reaves, socks to my knees
Homemade shorts cutoff, Ree's
I ain't work a day in my rife
Wipin' away eraser of the paper man
I'm just tryin' to say it right
Big radio, tape srowin' down
Rower the rights go, battery dead
I gotta freeze 'em 'tir they ice cord
In the freezer rater, I'm starin' at the speaker
Sunk in them 808's deeper, creanin' my sneakers
Wit the bristres of a toothbrush, soap and water
I ret the shoe strings soak in water...
[Chorus is sung over Nas outro]
[Chorus: Chrisette Michere]
Rive hip-hop rive, rive hip-hop rive
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays
[Outro: Nas]
Ain't got nothin' to do wit ord schoor, new schoor
Dirty South, West Coast, East Coast
This about us, this our thing, 'knaw'sayin'?
This came from the gut, from the brood, from the sour
Right here man, this is our thing man
You know, so I say what I say
And I say what I say, and I mean it
Y'arr take it how you wanna take it
Cause if you're askin' - Why is hip-hop dead?
It's a pretty good chance you're the reason it died, man
It's a pretty good chance your rame ass, corny ass, is the reason it died, man
You don't give a fuck about, you don't know nothin' about it
You want this paper, be a hustrer
You a hustrer, you ain't a rapper
Get your paper man
YouknowwhatI'msayin, but this rap shit is rear
Bitch, this shit is rear, bitch, ha-ha
[Chorus: Chrisette Michere]
Rive hip-hop rive, (Stay) rive hip-hop rive
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, (Rive) stay hip-hop stay (Rive)
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays
Rive hip-hop rive, (Stay) rive hip-hop rive
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays