Tonalité : C# minor
Verse 1
Am
It's still bigger than hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip
hip
hip
hip
Em
Am
It's bigger than hip-hop
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop
Verse 2
Am
One One One One One thing 'bout music
F
when it's real they get scared
Em
Got us slavin' for the welfare
Dm
Ain't no food, clothes,
or healthcare
Am
I'm down for guerilla warfare
F
All my niggas put your guns in the air
if you really don't care
Em
Skunk in the air
Am
Make a nigga wanna buck in the air
G
For my brother locked up
Am
in the jump for a year
F
Shit is real out here,
don't believe these videos
Em
This fake ass industry gotta pay
Dm
to get a song on the radio
Am
Really though, DP's gon' let you know
F
It's just a game of pimps and hoes
Em
And it's all 'bout who you know
Am
Not who we are, or how we grow
I rap 'bout what I know, what I go through
F
What I been through,
not just for no dough
Em
Even though the rent due,
Dm
what I'm into ain't for no dough
Am
F
Or just no fame, everything must change,
nothin' remains the same
Em
Sick of the same ol' thang,
Am
it's bigger than bling bling
Verse 3
Am
F
If I, feel it I feel it, if I don't, I don't
Em
If it ain't really real then I
Dm
probably won't
Am
Rollin' with my soldiers,
F
live soldiers, ready to ride
Em
For this real hip hop y'all
Am
I'm ready to die
G
Am
Uh, hip (what) hop (what), hip
F
(what) hop (what)
Em
Hip (what) hop (what), hip
(what) hop
Dm
Am
C'mon, c'mon, my soldiers,
F
live soldiers, ready to ride
Em
For this real hip-hop y'all
G
Am
y'all I'm ready to die
Verse 4
Am
C
Hip-hop means means sayin' what I want,
F
never bite my tongue
Hip-hop means means teachin' the young
Em
If you feelin' what I'm feelin' then
Dm
you hearin' what I'm say in'
'Cause these fake fake records
just keep on playin'
Am
What you sayin huh DP bringin' the funk
F
Let the bass-line rattle
rattle your trunk, uh
Em
Am
Punk pig wit a badge wanna handcuff me
'cause my pants that's tend to sag
G
Am
Hip-hop means means throw up your rag,
soldier flag
F
Whether ridin' on the bus
or you stole a jag
Em
M-1 mean freedom, burn the cash
Dm
Revolutionary love 'til the
day we pass
Am
Will they play it on the radio
F
Maybe not, maybe so we gon'
keep it pumpin' though
Em
Am
Everybody know we headed
for the whoa, fo sho
G
Ay dogg, that
Verse 5
Am
F
label is that slave ship
Owners got them whips
Em
and rappers is slaves
Dm
If you really wanna eat you gotta
hear the same thing
Am
With the football, B-ball,
F
or or if you slangin' that dope
Em
Ain't never seen no hope,
Am
brainwash video shows be foolin' my folk
What the hell a brother
gon' do though, huh?
F
When the rent due,
Em
when the lights and the gas gonna get cut off
Dm
Am
Drop them raps or cock them gats
F
Ain't never had shit ever since
we came to this bitch
Em
Why I gotta feel pain to get rich?
Am
'Stead of stackin' chips,
G
finna pack them clips
Verse 6
Am
F
If I, feel it I feel it, if I don't, I don't
Em
If it ain't really real then I
Dm
probably won't
Am
Rollin' with my soldiers,
F
live soldiers, ready to ride
Em
For this real hip-hop y'all
G
y'all I'm ready to die, uh
Am
F
Em
Ride to this if you miss 2Pac
Dm
Bounce to this if you love Big Poppa
Am
My soldiers,
F
live soldiers, ready to ride
Em
For this real hip-hop y'all
G
Am
y'all I'm ready to die
F
Uh, hip (what) hop (what), hip
(what) hop (what)
Em
Dm
Hip (what) hop (what), hip
(what)
Am
F
It's bigger than hip (what) hop
(what), hip (yeah) hop (what)
Em
Am
Hip (what) hop (what), hip
(what)
It's bigger than hip (c'mon, c'mon,
F
what) hop (ride), hip (ride) hop (ride)
Em
Dm
Hip (yeah) hop (yeah), hip
(yeah, c'mon)
Am
F
Am
It's bigger than hip (what) hop (what), hip
Em
(what, 1-2, 1-2) hop (ride)
Am
G
Hip (ride, 1-2, 1-2) hop (blah), hip
Am
(baow) hop (1-2)
Verse 7
F
If I, feel it I feel it, if I don't, I don't
Em
If it ain't really real then
Dm
I probably won't
Am
Rollin' with my soldiers,
F
live soldiers, ready to ride
Em
For this real hip-hop y'all y'all
G
Am
I'm ready to die, uh
F
Em
Ride to this if you miss 2Pac
Dm
Bounce to this if you love Big Poppa
Am
F
My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride
Em
Am
For this real hip-hop y'all y'all I'm ready to die,
Am
F
Em
Verse 8
Dm
Am
They keep it crunk up
Outro 1
F
Em
Am
F
Em
Dm
Am
F
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