If hip-hop should die before I wake I'd put an X in the clip and body him all day Roll up every station, wreck the DJ If hip-hop should die before I wake I'd load an X in the clip and body him all day Roll up every station, wreck the DJ Roll up every station, wreck the DJ People smoke, chill, party, and die in the same corner Get cash, live fast, body they man's mama Quick, fast, trigger fingers on a llama Revenge in they eyes, Hennessy in the ganja Word to the wise, reveal a state of minds Grind it, hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Whenever, if ever, I roll up, it's sewn up Any ghetto would tell you Nas helped grow us up My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million in billing, I helped blow them up Gave my man my right, I could've went left So like my girl Foxy, the kid went deaf So people, who's the top ten? Is it MC Shan? Is it MC Ren? If hip-hop should die before I wake I'd put an X in the clip and body him all day Roll up every station, wreck the DJ Roll up every station, wreck the DJ If hip-hop should die before I wake I'd load an X in the clip and body him all day Roll up every station, wreck the DJ Roll up every station, wreck the DJ DJ, I just died this morning and she's dead, she's dead The bigger the cap, the bigger the pillin' Come through somethin' ill, missin' the ceilin' What influenced my rap? Stick-ups and killin's Kidnappin's, project buildin's, drug dealin's Criticize that? Why's that? Cause Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap Cause we love to talk on nasty chickens Most intellectuals will only half listen So you can't blame jazz musicians or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues Ooh, I think they like me and my white teeth 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 a morgue, lie together All together, now If hip-hop should die before I wake I'd put an X in the clip and body him all day Roll up every station, wreck the DJ Roll up every station, wreck the DJ If hip-hop should die before I wake I'd load an X in the clip and body him all day Roll up every station, wreck the DJ Roll up every station, wreck the DJ DJ, if hip-hop should die this mornin' If hip-hop should die this mornin' If hip-hop should die this mornin' She's dead, she's dead Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop, hip-hop Everybody sound the same Commercialize the game Reminiscing when it wasn't all business It 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 it dies, let me get my last swig of vodka R.I.P., we donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to MP3s From V Street to commercials on Mickey D's From gold cables to Jacobs From plain facials to Botox and facelifts I'm looking over my shoulder It's about 80 people from my hood that showed up And they came to show love Soul out, concert in, the doors are closed shut