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Paroles de Hip Hop Is Dead:[Will.I.Am] "Hip hop" "hip hop" "is dead" "Hip--hip hop" "hip hop" "is dead" "Hip--hip hop" "hip--hip hop" "is dead" "Hip--hip hop" "hip hop" "hip hop" [Hook 2X - NaS] If hip hop should die before I awake I'll put an xtended clip insida ma AK Roll to every station, murder the DJ Roll to every station, murder the DJ [Will.I.Am] Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead [Verse 1 - NaS] Yeah, n*ggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama Rich ass n*ggaz is ridin' with three llamas Revenge in their eyes, hennessy and the ganja Word to the wise with villain state of minds Grind and hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Grind and hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind (slowed down) Grind and hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us up My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million and buildin', I helped blow 'em up Gave my n*gga my right, I could have gave left So like my girl Foxy, a n*gga went Def So n*gga, who's your top ten? Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren? [Hook - 2X] [Will.I.Am] Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead [Verse 2 - Will.I.Am] ( )= NaS The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin' What influenced my raps? Stick ups and killings Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings Criticize that, why is that? 'cause Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap ('cause we love to talk on a*s we gettin') Most intellectuals will only half listen So you can't blame jazz musicians Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues Oh I think they like me--in my white tee You can't ice me, we here for life B On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey And for that we not takin' it lightly If hip hop should die we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together All together now [Hook - 2X - NaS] [Will.I.Am] Hip hop just died this mornin' Hip hop just died this mornin' Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead, she's dead {crowd: "Hip hop!" Becomes Beat} [Verse 3 - NaS] Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business They forgot where it started So we all gather here for the dearly departed Hip hopper since a toddler One homeboy became a man then a mobster If it dies let me get my last swig of Vodka R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to MP3's From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's From gold cables to Jacobs From plain facials to botox and face lifts I'm lookin' over my shoulder It's about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up And they came to show love Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut |
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Autres titres de Nas (Tracklist):
From Illmatic To Stillmatic (2002): God's Son (2002): Hip Hop Is Dead (2006): I Am (1999): Illmatic (1994): It Was Written (1996): Nas (2008): Nastradamus (1999): Stillmatic (2001): Street's Disciple (2004): The Lost Tapes (2002): |
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