Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music Cause without hip hop music I wouldnt be here today
Preachers son, yeah
Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot And they both still were rulers of hip hop And Puffy and Suge was roomates from
college And Big L never got found in the alley Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50
Benzino shook hands with Eminem And on the same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim And sometimes when I dream, thats when I
wake up I kinda hoped that The Fugees didnt break up And when they walked into the studio I prayed they didnt spray Cause
I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!)
Shots go off, mothers cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop Yall cant blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghettos the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they wont
live to see tomorrow
Imagine if Big Pun was still alive I could see Fat Joe screamin Terror Squad Imagine if there were still four survivors
still in Destinys Child And TLC never lost they Left Eye Imagine Refugees never needin a passport And John Forte never at
Newark Airport Million Man March, man, that was a start Now I need a million more to meet me at Central Park When the
revolution start yall gon have to play this Imagine Slick Rick not gettin deported (Whoa oh oh!)
Shots go off, mothers cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop Yall cant blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghettos the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they wont
live to see tomorrow
In the club never though Shyne shot the gun But in the limosine JLO had to run Paparazzi snappin shots through the mirror
Thats when I saw a smile from Princess Diana Back and forth and forth and back Like Miss Aaliyah man do I miss her The war
goes on with The ROC and The Lox Murder INC, G- Unit its a fight to the top Stop! We lost too many soldiers like Freaky Tah
While they get the cover of a magazine who got to die
Shots go off, mothers cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop Yall cant blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghettos the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they wont
live to see tomorrow
Yeah, peace be with yall
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