It's Bigger Than Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop Remix) (A cappella)

It's still bigger than hip-hop

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip

It's bigger than hip-hop

Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop

One thing 'bout music when it's real they get scared

Got us slavin' for the welfare

Ain't no food, clothes, or healthcare

I'm down for guerilla warfare

All my niggas put your guns in the air if you really don't care

Skunk in the air

Make a nigga wanna buck in the air

For my brother locked up in the jump for a year

Shit is real out here, don't believe these videos

This fake ass industry gotta pay to get a song on the radio

Really though, DP's gon' let you know

It's just a game of pimps and hoes

And it's all 'bout who you know

Not who we are, or how we grow

I rap 'bout what I know, what I go through

What I been through, not just for no dough

Even though the rent due, what I'm into ain't for no dough

Or just no fame, everything must change, nothin' remains the same

Sick of the same ol' thang, it's bigger than bling bling

If I, feel it I feel it, if I don't, I don't

If it ain't really real then I probably won't

Rollin' with my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride

For this real hip hop y'all I'm ready to die

Uh, hip (what) hop (what), hip (what) hop (what)

Hip (what) hop (what), hip (what) hop

C'mon, c'mon, my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride

For this real hip-hop y'all I'm ready to die

Hip-hop means sayin' what I want, never bite my tongue

Hip-hop means teachin' the young

If you feelin' what I'm feelin' then you hearin' what I'm sayin'

'Cause these fake fake records just keep on playin'

What you sayin huh DP bringin' the funk

Let the bass-line rattle your trunk, uh

Punk pig wit a badge wanna handcuff me 'cause my pants that's tend to sag

Hip-hop means throw up your rag, soldier flag

Whether ridin' on the bus or you stole a jag

M-1 mean freedom, burn the cash

Revolutionary love 'til the day we pass

Will they play it on the radio

Maybe not, maybe so we gon' keep it pumpin' though

Everybody know we headed for the whoa, fo sho

Ay dogg, that label is that slave ship

Owners got them whips and rappers is slaves

If you really wanna eat you gotta hear the same thing

With the football, B-ball, or if you slangin' that dope

Ain't never seen no hope, brainwash video shows be foolin' my folk

What the hell a brother gon' do though, huh?

When the rent due, when the lights and the gas gonna get cut off

Drop them raps or cock them gats

Ain't never had shit ever since we came to this bitch

Why I gotta feel pain to get rich?

'Stead of stackin' chips, finna pack them clips

If I, feel it I feel it, if I don't, I don't

If it ain't really real then I probably won't

Rollin' with my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride

For this real hip-hop y'all I'm ready to die, uh

Ride to this if you miss 2Pac

Bounce to this if you love Big Poppa

My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride

For this real hip-hop y'all I'm ready to die

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Hip (what) hop (what), hip (what)

It's bigger than hip (what) hop (what), hip (yeah) hop (what)

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It's bigger than hip (c'mon, c'mon, what) hop (ride), hip (ride) hop (ride)

Hip (yeah) hop (yeah), hip (yeah, c'mon)

It's bigger than hip (what) hop (what), hip (what, 1-2, 1-2) hop (ride)

Hip (ride, 1-2, 1-2) hop (blah), hip (baow) hop (1-2)

If I, feel it I feel it, if I don't, I don't

If it ain't really real then I probably won't

Rollin' with my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride

For this real hip-hop y'all I'm ready to die, uh

Ride to this if you miss 2Pac

Bounce to this if you love Big Poppa

My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride

For this real hip-hop y'all I'm ready to die, uh

They keep it crunk up