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Hip-Hop (Rbg Mix)
You are listening to the sounds of the RBGs 'Turn Off The Radio', tune your frequency This is DPz nigga, 'Revolutionary But Gangsta', holla back
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop (Come again, break them chains, come on) Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop (Break them chains, come on)
Who shot 2Pac? If we don't get them they gon' get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them crackas in the City Hall We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real Nigga don't think these record deals Gon' feed your seeds and pay your bills
Because they not Emcees Get a little bit a lovin' think they hot Talkin' 'bout how much money they got Nigga all your records sound the same
I'm sick of that fake thug R and B rap scenario all day on the radio Same scenes in the video Monotonous material, y'all don't here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line and signed And still be writing rhymes and broke You rather have a Lexus? Or justice? A dream or some substance? A Beamer a necklace or freedom?
See a nigga like me don't playa hate I just stay awake it's real hip hop And it don't stop till we get These crackers off out block (C'mon)
We be DP RBG for life, 'Turn Off The Radio' The revolution won't be televised Turn off that bullshit We be DP RBG for life, 'Turn Off The Radio'
One thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain White folks take control of your brain I know better than that, that's game and we ready for that Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react
Back to beats it don't reflect On how many records get sold On sex drugs and rock 'n roll Whether your projects' put on hold In the real world, it's just people with ideas
They just like me and you When the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world it's bigger Than all these fake-ass records
When po' folks got the millions And my sisters' disrespected If you 'Check 1-2' My word of advise to you is just relax
Just do what you got to do If that don't work then kick the facts Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com If you a fighter, ryder, biter, flame-ignitor Crowd-exciter, or you wanna just get high Then just say it but then if you a liar-liar Pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire I'm gon' know it when I play it, it's bigger than
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop (We be DP RBG for life) 'Turn Off The Radio' Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop (The revolution won't be televised) Turn off that bullshit
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop (We be DP RBG for life) 'Turn Off The Radio' Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop (The revolution won't be televised) 'Turn Off The Radio'
My neck, my back They put a noose on my neck And whips on my back My neck, my back You got a tie around your neck But they breakin' your back
My neck, my back They put a noose on my neck And whips on my back My neck, my back And if you got bling on your neck You better watch your back
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop (Nigga it's bigga then) Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop (It's still bigga then)
Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop (Nigga it's bigga then) Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop 'Turn Off The Radio'
Word up, eyes open, fist clenched Dare to struggle dare to win Goin' out to all the ryders RBG love, that's 'Revolutionary But Gangsta'
Word up, my whole team, D-Don ([Unverified]) Stik Daddy Dollas, maintain hold strong Fred Hampton, Jr., we got they eyes on them We know they got they eyes on you
Word up, everybody doin' time Minimum, medium, maximum Super maximum security concentration camps All the ryders we right there with you RBG love it's goin' out like that
Everybody, push that middle finger up in the air To George Bush if you know what time it is Yeah, turn off the motherfuckin' radio
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