Unstoppable Threats

Never catch me frantic, swift with the antics

Bitch, niggaz vanish, niggaz, they run rapid

Sun of a man, son of the sun, son of a gun

Breaded from the slums of each one and teach one

What's done is done, son, the game is made

Stay sharp like switchblades, continue to get paid

This is hip hop, MC's get busy

It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped

You're listening to slanged out goodies

And Timberlands and hoodies

With the rhythm that came from the streets

You know a motherfuckin' hit when it split ya wig back

Young gatling, strapping a .38 revolver

It's going down, wait for the sound, my soldiers rally 'round

Ninja men, blending in with the surrounding

'nough gunmen, 'nough flat bush, yardmen strapped with the vest

No pussy test the God, the grounds is well held

Illegal desert eagle, cadaver dog

Search for the body that's lost, of course it's BK

You heard niggas got killed for sheik coats and big ropes

Legendary students that sold coke

Some blocks that's still hot from shots popped back in '88

The black gate where son lay, never made the paper

Just another caper pulled by a masked killer, broad day light

Crown Heights, some are Fahrenheit, heat blazing

Cops on the beat, stop the money flow of the street

My dough is whole wheat, the fam gotta eat

This is hip hop, M-C's get busy

It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped

You're listening to slanged out goodies

And Timberlands and hoodies

With the rhythm that came from the streets

This is hip hop, M-C's get busy

It's not pop, you'll front and you'll get dropped

You're listening to slanged out goodies

And Timberlands and hoodies

With the rhythm that came from the streets

Come on, this is hip hop, come on, come, come on

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This is hip hop