"Hip hop" "hip hop" "is dead" 

"Hip--hip hop" "hip hop" "is dead" 

"Hip--hip hop" "hip--hip hop" "is dead" 

"Hip--hip hop" "hip hop" "hip hop" 



(Hook:)2x 



If hip hop should die before I awake 

I'll put an extended clip inside of my AK 

Roll to every station, murder the DJ 

Roll to every station, murder the DJ 





Hip hop just died this mornin' 

And she's dead, she's dead 



(Verse 1:) 



Yeah, n*ggaz smoke, laugh, party, and die in the same corner 

Get cash, live fast, body their man's mama 

Rich ass n*ggaz is ridin' with three llamas 

Revenge in their eyes, hennessy and the ganja 

Word to the wise with villain state of minds 

Grind and hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind 

Grind and hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind 

(slowed down) Grind and hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind 

Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sown up 

Any ghetto will tell ya Nas helped grow us up 

My face once graced promotional Sony trucks 

Hundred million and buildin', I helped build 'em up 

Gave my n*gga my right, I could have gave left 

So like my girl Foxy, a n*gga went Def 

So n*gga, who's your top ten? 

Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren? 



(Hook:)2x 



(sample) 

Hip hop just died this mornin' 

And she's dead, she's dead 



(Verse 2:) 



The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin' 

Come through, something ill, missin' the ceilin' 

What influenced my raps? Stick ups and killings 

Kidnappings, project buildings, drug dealings 

Criticize that, why is that? 

Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap 

Cuz we love to talk on a*s we gettin' 

Most intellectuals will only half listen 

So you can't blame jazz musicians 

Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues 

Oh I they like me-in my white tee 

You can't ice me, we here for life B 

On my second marriage, hip hop's my first wifey 

And for that we not takin' it lightly 

If hip hop should die we die together 

Bodies in the morgue lie together 

All together now 



(Hook:)2x 



(sample) 

Hip hop just died this mornin' 

Hip hop just died this mornin' 

Hip hop just died this mornin' 

And she's dead, she's dead 



{crowd: "Hip hop!"} 



(Verse 3:) 



Everybody sound the same, commercialize the game 

Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business 

They forgot where it started 

So we all gather here for the dearly departed 

Hip hopper since a toddler 

One homeboy became a man then a mobster 

If the guys let me get my last swig of Vodka 

R.I.P., we'll donate your lungs to a rasta 

Went from turntables to MP3's 

From "Beat Street" to commercials on Mickey D's 

From gold cables to Jacobs 

From plain facials to botox and face lifts 

I'm lookin' over my shoulder 

It's about eighty niggaz from my hood that showed up 

And they came to show love 

Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut