Strictly hip - hop

Strictly hip - hop Lyrics

[B-Real]:
I neva rapped on an RandB record, and I neva will,
I got these phoney muthaf**kas, talk about lets keep it real,
But, they don't know how to take they own advisement,
Going out, do it solo on an advertisement, comecializing
f**kin' sell out, nigga, this is hip-hop, not fasion,
Get the hell out,
I'm taking out these so called gangsta niggas,
Takin' pictures, modeling clothes for small figures,
And I neva took another f**kin' MC's sh*t,
And made it my first single, f**k a hit,
f**kin' hypocrite, you can get the dip, when I lick a shot off,
I'm gonna, and all of it,
It's a damn shame when you got all these fools in the record industry,
Sellin' out for the fame,
I just sit back and watch thes fools with their gimmicks,
Go down in flames , in the big game,

[B-Real:
Zippidey-dooda, I smoke weed and I got brain damage,
But, I don't give a f**k cause I still manage,
To represent to the fullest,
No pop singles, and no actin' foolish,
To the studio gangsta with the articles,
In them magazines with the b**ch editors,
Keep it real in the game,
Niggas got no shame,
Now all the executives want all the fame,
Based on the videos, just a gang of silly hoes,
For the f**k-em industry that's take'n all ya dough,
I never stole it, stole it all,
Just hard work, and sweat, for them platinum records on the wall,
Fools want me to fall,
I won't cause my roots are to thick and strong, like the chocolate
tastic,
I hear niggas say no, but, I know they front,
Cause afta they shows they want me to smoke a blunt,
I don't respect a hypocrite, muthaf**kas I despise,
Cause me I tell the truth, even when I tell a lie,
All you bruthas in the game run a check,
Cause you get checked f**ked off, with no respect,
Muthaf**kas