Eminem - Hip Hop
Produced by Unknown
Hip Hop Lyrics
[ Verse 1 ] [ Bizarre ]
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 losing
Man I aint had no hood, my mother was always moving
From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit
God Damn 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 he force got stronger
Me and my rap partner wasn’t seeing eye to eye
So he picked up and started group with some other guys
It’s just hip hop, man I won’t stop
Yo Big Boy give me a beat box
[ Chorus ]
Hip Hop, hip hop, Hip hop, hip hop
[ Verse 2 ] [ Bizarre ]
From the hip hop shop to Maurice Malone
Ten years later, I’m still in the zone
Seven Mile and forrer where a star was born
United we stand, divided we sworn
And hell yeah I lived in my car
Bitch I was homeless, I would have lived in a jar
And Dirty Management I wish ya’ll the best
But me and my niggas we had to do what’s best
It was a mess, All the taxes and accounts
Checks started to bounce niggas couldn’t buy an ounce
And now that we platinum they diss our name
Like we wont go to the car and get them things
And beef, sometimes you don’t have a choice
The fight with Whitiy Ford to the beef with Royce
Ja Rule’s, Benzino’s, and niggas in the club
To the E Dubbs and niggas that you aint heard of
And man, I don’t know how to use a gun
But I’ll learn quick if the fucking beef come
[ Chorus ]
[ Verse 3 ] [ Eminem ]
Man I thought this was suppose to be hip hop, hip hop
I’d rather be fishing in flip flop, flip flops
Across over the country like Kid Rock then I
Can see no country singers beffin? over some guitar
Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seager
When I was younger I was so eager
To have a gun I would do the same
Couldn’t wait to get to the shooting range
Me and my man Goofy Gary just trying to let loose some stain
Mother fuckers laughing cause I couldn’t aim
So I pull the fucken target closer and just shoot that thang
I use 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 CCW license
I tried to apply for one they said it take five/six months
What the fuck I’m suppose to do meantime when robbers come
Hide that son a bitch inside the glove box or inside the trunk
Now back to what my three bullet theory was
I?m triple platinum I aint trying to catch no murder one
Figured I’d shoot the wound, probably miss with at least one
But them other two gone fuck his shoulder and his knee cap up
And Im’a say its 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 get a year for each bullet
At the most, as opposed to having a full clip
That was my idiotic logic it was basically for safety
But it gave me power and it made me crazy
and psychotic got us got retarded once he got up and got it
It was emptied the night that I got caught with it
What the fuck man, I thought that it was suppose to be?
[ Chorus ]