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