Lyrics
Yeah
Big Pun (Johnson)
Peter Gunz and Lord Tariq (DLX)
Masta P
Bone Thugs
Missy Elliott (The Lox)
Canibus
Cam'ron
We enterprisin', y'all
This one goes to my man Ol' Dirty, one love
We be swiggin' brew, trigger too
And even Nas I be diggin' too
Let's see who's left, Mobb Deep, oh yeah, Meth
That brother's hot like Curry, one love to Keith Murray
Rappers like Craig Mack quench my thirst for comedy
I love to hang with Redman, but I ain't messin' with that Bombazi
Da Brat, Lil' Kim, Foxy, get that Lucci
Especially that cutie representin' for the Fugees
Go girls, even the NBA make rap dollars
Shaquille, Chris Webber, Cedric Ceballos
Talents around the world, Phoenix to Providence
No need to educate Chicago, they already got common sense
Houston and Atlanta, I love you
Peace to the West Coast, y'all really set the dogs loose
We always say that the future's in today's children
If so, make sure Shaheem and A+ sell a million
Peace to Eazy-E, Stretch and Mercury
Tupac and Buffy, Notorious B.I.G
We gots to strive to make hip-hop survive
Brothers need to unify to keep the game alive
Rappers be comin' out with one album, then they gone
So we cats like Raekwon support 'em so they stay on
Them brothers like Smooth wouldn't have to hustle
It's an everyday struggle, but hip-hop, I still love ya
We enterprisin'
Got the hip-hop heads realizin'
East Coast, West Coast organizin'
Steady risin', money sizin', what we specialize in
The fame in the rap game, we all want it
In fact, by now, I hope the loonies got a hundred on it
Uh, and if you're in it for the millions, E-40
I hope you're C-40 before you're B-40 (What it look like?)
The great paper chase for ends
Lost boys bein' found in Lex coupes, Beemers and Benz
East Coast, West Coast unite, let's keep it tight
And everything's gonna be alright
But hold up, it seems we got some hip-hop chiefs
Dependin' on just havin' catchy hooks and beats
Rappers usin' their skills, recently I haven't heard of none
Me, I represent myself better than Colin Ferguson
And yes, that I do, I'll shatter you
It don't even matter who, I'll make 'em all show gratitude
Fools actin' like they don't know the rules
Need to learn to listen when grown folks is droppin' jewels
Now they say, "It's Mr. Kane comin' back to dominate
I used to listen to his music back in 1988
Damn, he's still pumpin' just when you think he ain't nothin'
That kid just keep comin' back, what
Is he, the Terminator or somethin'?"
Ha, Lord, I skill it in a way to make you feel it
Finally I reveal it, party people, they can't wait until it
Starts to boom out, so every rap consumer
Can bring that old schooler back just like Aluna
Ha, I sting and boo ya
To stop the half-steppers tryin' to wing it through ya
Don't make me have to bring it to ya
Who gonna be the next clown to come step into my bound?
Right now, get down for the crown, mess around
Get pound to the ground by the sound
And let the more experienced entertain
Kane, meet the microphone, microphone meet Kane
(Who that that is?) The legendere
Rap extraordinaire, commutin' to your ear
Yeah (Lookie here)
We enterprisin'
Got the hip-hop heads realizin'
East Coast, West Coast organizin'
Steady risin', money sizin', what we specialize in
We enterprisin'
Got the hip-hop heads realizin'
East Coast, West Coast organizin'
Steady risin', money sizin', what we specialize in