Hope

Written by：Nasir Jones/C. Payne

Hip hop

It will never die

Hip hop

Hip hop will never never die

Ghetto n***a strutting with nothing

But dreams in queens broke

Mac 10s you can smell the pcp smoke

Melle mel told it real in the music he wrote

Those were the days I remember

We used to be close

Then I was nine coldest winter I remember

Was slipping in December two feet of snow

Yeah that's the east coast that black ice

Symbolize the rap life it was slick and smooth

I understood I had to come from the hood

Doing the pee wee herman

The smurf

Before them phones chirped

The blocks *** flowing

Didn't have your own work

You had to have somebody else's

A small chrome on your pelvis

Starter jacket blue georgetown or green Celtic

Your girl's too expensive

She want shellfish

Red lobster was popping

Standing on that line forever

I wish somebody would step

On my bally leathers

Now it's whatever

Hip hop's forever

Kept my radio on 98 or BLS

Had a pre pubescent lyric gift

But niggas never hear me spit

My little brother tried to warn 'em

I was a tornado coming

He knew from inside

Like the eye of a storm

And told my pops about it

He gave us tickets to that wild style flick

Double trouble retarded we was the proudest

I never had a summer job

Sweeping leaves

Socks to my knees

Home made shorts cut off lee's

I ain't work a day in my life

Wiping away eraser off the paper man

I'm just trying to say it right

Big radio tape's slowing down

Lower the lights go battery dead

I got to freeze 'em 'till they're ice cold

In the freezer later

I'm staring at the speaker

Sunk in them 808's deeper cleaning my sneakers

With the bristles of a toothbrush

Soap and water

I let the shoestrings soak in water

Water water

Ain't got nothing to do it

With old school

No school

Dirty south

West coast east coast

This about us

This our thing

No sun has came from the gut

From the blood

From the soul

Right here man

This is our thing man

You know

So I say what I say

And I say what I say I'm mean it

Y'all take it how you want to take it

'Cause if you asking

Why is hip hop dead

It's a pretty good chance

You the reason it died man

It's a pretty good chance

Your lame a*s corny a*s

Is the reason it died man

Don't give a f*ck about it

You know nothing about it

You want this paper be a hustler

You a hustler you ain't a rapper

Get your paper man

You know I'm saying

But this rap sh*t is real

Bi*ch

Is sh*t is real bi*ch

Ha ha ha

Give hip hop give

Stay hip hop stay

Stay hip hop stay

I pray hip hop pray

I pray hip hop stays

Live hip hop live

Live hip hop live

Give hip hop give

Give hip hop give

Stay hip hop stay

Stay hip hop stay

I pray hip hop pray

I pray hip hop stays