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Bizarre
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Hip Hop
Yeah, huh, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop Turn my mic up a little bit, hip hop Hit some of this Cali guido, hip hop Listen to some muthafuckin' hip hop Everybody got a little story they gotta tell Niggaz ain't heard my shit, ha, ha, ha The life of Bizarre, what?
Hip hop, that's the way of life If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic Let me tell you my story 'cause everybody got one Grab a pen and pad and start to jot some
Always told myself that I would never be losin' Man, I ain't had no hood, my mother was always movin' From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit Goddamn, mama, what's the point?
So I would go in my room and pack my little bags Jump in the truck with my step dad When I was ten years old, I started to feel the hunger Got a little older, man, the force got stronger
And me and my rap partner wasn't seein' eye to eye So he picked up and started a group with some other guys This is hip hop, hip man, I won't stop Yo Big Boi, gimme a beatbox
Hip hop, hip hop Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
From the hip hop shop to Maurice Malone Ten years later I'm still in the zone 7 Mile and 'fore you were, a star was born United we stand, divided we swore
And hell, yeah, I lived in my car Bitch, I was homeless, I always slept in a jar And dirty management, I wish all the best But me and my niggas, we had to do what's best
It was a mess, all them taxes and accounts Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't buy an ounce And now that we platinum, they diss our name Like we won't go to the car and get them thangs
And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice To the fight with Whitey Ford to the beef with Royce To the Ja Rules, Benzinos and niggas in the club To the e-dubs and niggas that you ain't heard of Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
And man, I don't know how to use a gun But I'll learn quick if the fuckin' beef come
Hip hop, hip hop Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Man, I thought this was supposed to be hip hop, hip hop I'd rather be fishin' in flip flops, flip flops Or cross over to country like Kid Rock, did I? Can't see no country singers beefin' over some guitar
Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seger When I was younger I was so eager To have a gun I would do the same Couldn't wait to get to the shootin' range
Me and my man, Goofy Gary, just tryin' to let loose some steam Muthafuckas laughin' 'cause I couldn't aim So I'd pull the fuckin' target closer and just shoot the thang
I used to have this theory, keep three bullets in the gun It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan For each bullet if you got no C C W license I tried to apply for one, they said it'd take 5-6 months
What the fuck am I supposed to do mean time when rivals come? Hide that sum bitch in the glove box or inside the trunk Now, back to what my three bullet theory was
I'm triple platinum, I ain't tryin' to catch no murder one Figured I'd shoot to wound, probably miss with at least one But them other two gon' fuck his shoulder and his kneecap up Then I'ma say it's self defense, how come I had the gun
Was because I was at the range, on my way back from This dude approached me on some bullshit I'd get a year for each bullet at the most As opposed to havin' a full clip in that
That was my idiotic logic, it was basically for safety But it gave me power, and it made me crazy And psychotic, I just got retarded once I got it Thank God it, was empty the night that I got caught with it What the fuck, man I thought that it was supposed to be
Hip hop, hip hop Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
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