Post by supremacy018 on Jun 7, 2006 10:44:10 GMT -5
Mid nineties bought the deaths of 2pac and Biggie
Suge caused it, they were bleedin too quickly
It was too late, medics said “can’t save them”
He only did it to get paid every time we played them
On radio, but it back fired at the wack liar
Afeni Shakur sued and got all the rights
Without her we wouldn’t be playin Pac thru the nights
Without her HipHop would’ve died
But she helped, she kept it alive
So that we can all drop bombs on the mic
And now there’s a million 2pacs despite that night
After the fight, when Suge tried to kill him
He tried to kill HipHop, then Em started to fill in
The empty gaps on the radio, whenever he says ‘Ayo’
He keeps the game alive and encourages all yo’
To write and spit about your childhood in the trailer
Even though you aint ever lived in one, you sailer
You faggot, you gay, you can’t keep the industry
Runnin by sayin a load of crap, and you’ll easily see
That Eminem’s the last hope, without him it’s gone
We jus gonna have to carry on, we’ll mourn
And try to forget the death and resurrect it
With our crews tryna start to represent shit
And get locked up, getting our cock sucked
Spittin bullets when we spit rhymes, you’ll die
Cos my gats spittin, killin shit that you written
So you aint gon keep livin, cos the shit you bitten
Has been killin the life, industry, the whole game
It jus aint the same, its jus lame, with no fame
The Death Of Hip Hop
Suge caused it, they were bleedin too quickly
It was too late, medics said “can’t save them”
He only did it to get paid every time we played them
On radio, but it back fired at the wack liar
Afeni Shakur sued and got all the rights
Without her we wouldn’t be playin Pac thru the nights
Without her HipHop would’ve died
But she helped, she kept it alive
So that we can all drop bombs on the mic
And now there’s a million 2pacs despite that night
After the fight, when Suge tried to kill him
He tried to kill HipHop, then Em started to fill in
The empty gaps on the radio, whenever he says ‘Ayo’
He keeps the game alive and encourages all yo’
To write and spit about your childhood in the trailer
Even though you aint ever lived in one, you sailer
You faggot, you gay, you can’t keep the industry
Runnin by sayin a load of crap, and you’ll easily see
That Eminem’s the last hope, without him it’s gone
We jus gonna have to carry on, we’ll mourn
And try to forget the death and resurrect it
With our crews tryna start to represent shit
And get locked up, getting our cock sucked
Spittin bullets when we spit rhymes, you’ll die
Cos my gats spittin, killin shit that you written
So you aint gon keep livin, cos the shit you bitten
Has been killin the life, industry, the whole game
It jus aint the same, its jus lame, with no fame
The Death Of Hip Hop