Lyrics:

Uhhh Uhhhh Uhhhh All ma dawgs Chorus: It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop stic.man: One thang bout music when it hit you feel no pain White folks say it controls your brain I know better than that, thats game And we ready for dat 2 soldiers head of tha pack Matter fact who got da gat? Rather attack than not react Back to beats it dont reflect on how many records get sold on sex, drugs, and rock n roll whether yo projects put on hold And tha real world (is bigger than all these fake ass records) the moment my people die and my womans' disrespected In the real world (we just people wit ideas) we just like you until tha smoke and cameras disappear If you check 1,2 tha word of advice to you is just relax Do whut you got ta do If dat dont work then kick the facts If you a fida rida chronic stay ebonics or if you wanna just get high then just sing it But if you a liar, liar pants on fire wolf crier Agent wit a wire then i'm gonna know it when i play it Chorus M-1: Who shot Biggie Smalls? If we dont get them They gon get us all I'm down for runnin up on them crackas in they city hall We ride for y'all All ma dawgs stay real Nigga dont think these record deals Gon feed yo kids n pay yo bills' Because they not Fake mc's get a lil bit of love And think they hot Talkin bout how much $ they got Nigga y'all records sound tha same I'm sick of that fake thug R@B rap scenario All day on tha radio Same scenes in tha video Monotonous material Y'all dont hear me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You could be next in line and sign Then rhyme and now your broke-