Street Hop
[Woman talking]:
Nickel.The
M.I.C. *****(Statik)
You show off.
Verse one.[Verse One]:
I've been a monster *****
My *******t been bonkers
The flow been conquered
Hoes I been pompous (Smash Squad)
I've been conceited but
I don't 5-0
I haven't been shot up either and
I ain't from
ChicagoWhen
I enter the center stage the show's over
Minutes later the floor is frozen, a
Rolls, rolls up
I'm demonstratin' a coke flow but
I'm so sober
The original +
Renegade+ before
HovaThey like, "Damn, why ain't Dre ever get him?He seem like so much anger and pain represent him."
Eminem himself will tell you
I'm the only ***** livin'
That done ever spanked him on the same record with him
Your man's gettin' jealous
Cause what
I'm spittin' is sicker than his single
He got to think of a dance just to sell it
This is street hop to the fullest
To them real *****s out there on the corner beat boxin' with bullets
*****s that be trigger packin'
Pop lockin' with glocks
Could aim well enough to shoot the zippers off your
Thriller jacket
Me, I'm the illest rapper
Since every rapper killin'
From here on out, you can call me
Shottie The
Killer Capper
These record labels just manufacture *******t
Like the pimp game homie,
I'm here to snatch yo *****
Got a fist game on me that ain't an afro pick
Try that ying yang on me,
I'll handy cap you quick[Woman speaking]:
Verse two.[Verse Two]:
Usually I play the two or three
I been ballin'
*****, losin' me is like the
Piston's losin'
Ben Wallace
I'm to Detroit like what
Souljah Slim is to
Chopper City
So losin' me is like musically losin'
Pac or Biggie
I'll be your ass, leave you with your mouth piece wired
Losin' pounds in the hospital, be quiet
Til you finally come up out that coma, boney
Lookin' like somebody put you on the
South Beach
DietIf you hearin' me spit it, it's soundin' like the king died
Trippin' when
I kick it, it's soundin' like my strings tied
I put the clip in and pull it
And woofWoof
Listen, the pistol is soundin' like
Hakeem's bride
And you don't wanna beef ***** cause my arm's be
All through
Cali and Miami like a palm tree
My crew be
In New York or
New Jerz usually
With tools to recognize you as who is you?
Excuse meYou don't wanna fool with the etiquette or the
UziI'll put you in the credits that's at the end of the movie
I pity your mother
She never seen you in a magazine
For the obituary
I give you the cover(Smash squad)
So when I'm rhymin' with ya
I'm Ving Rhames of the pimp game
I play the same role as
Tiny Lister
Again and again
The Debo of the type cast
When I TiVo the mag they be showin' the white flag
So sit at the table and get it like it's digital cable
I torture you into talkin' to me till it get's fatal
***** with you till
I put you out of your misery
With a silence or
I'ma just muffle it up with a potato[Scratch Outro]:"This is street hop" -
Nas 'Made
You Look'D
J Premier on the cut."Six July" on the beat.
Street HopLRC歌词
[Woman talking]:
Nickel.The
M.I.C. *****(Statik)
You show off.
Verse one.[Verse One]:
I've been a monster *****
My *******t been bonkers
The flow been conquered
Hoes I been pompous (Smash Squad)
I've been conceited but
I don't 5-0
I haven't been shot up either and
I ain't from
ChicagoWhen
I enter the center stage the show's over
Minutes later the floor is frozen, a
Rolls, rolls up
I'm demonstratin' a coke flow but
I'm so sober
The original +
Renegade+ before
HovaThey like, "Damn, why ain't Dre ever get him?He seem like so much anger and pain represent him."
Eminem himself will tell you
I'm the only ***** livin'
That done ever spanked him on the same record with him
Your man's gettin' jealous
Cause what
I'm spittin' is sicker than his single
He got to think of a dance just to sell it
This is street hop to the fullest
To them real *****s out there on the corner beat boxin' with bullets
*****s that be trigger packin'
Pop lockin' with glocks
Could aim well enough to shoot the zippers off your
Thriller jacket
Me, I'm the illest rapper
Since every rapper killin'
From here on out, you can call me
Shottie The
Killer Capper
These record labels just manufacture *******t
Like the pimp game homie,
I'm here to snatch yo *****
Got a fist game on me that ain't an afro pick
Try that ying yang on me,
I'll handy cap you quick[Woman speaking]:
Verse two.[Verse Two]:
Usually I play the two or three
I been ballin'
*****, losin' me is like the
Piston's losin'
Ben Wallace
I'm to Detroit like what
Souljah Slim is to
Chopper City
So losin' me is like musically losin'
Pac or Biggie
I'll be your ass, leave you with your mouth piece wired
Losin' pounds in the hospital, be quiet
Til you finally come up out that coma, boney
Lookin' like somebody put you on the
South Beach
DietIf you hearin' me spit it, it's soundin' like the king died
Trippin' when
I kick it, it's soundin' like my strings tied
I put the clip in and pull it
And woofWoof
Listen, the pistol is soundin' like
Hakeem's bride
And you don't wanna beef ***** cause my arm's be
All through
Cali and Miami like a palm tree
My crew be
In New York or
New Jerz usually
With tools to recognize you as who is you?
Excuse meYou don't wanna fool with the etiquette or the
UziI'll put you in the credits that's at the end of the movie
I pity your mother
She never seen you in a magazine
For the obituary
I give you the cover(Smash squad)
So when I'm rhymin' with ya
I'm Ving Rhames of the pimp game
I play the same role as
Tiny Lister
Again and again
The Debo of the type cast
When I TiVo the mag they be showin' the white flag
So sit at the table and get it like it's digital cable
I torture you into talkin' to me till it get's fatal
***** with you till
I put you out of your misery
With a silence or
I'ma just muffle it up with a potato[Scratch Outro]:"This is street hop" -
Nas 'Made
You Look'D
J Premier on the cut."Six July" on the beat.
