Lyrics:

[Intro]Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop musicCause without hip hop music I wouldn't be here
todayPreacher's son, yeah[Verse 1]Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shotAnd they both still were rulers of hip hopAnd P
uffy and Suge was roomates from collegeAnd Big L never got found in the alleyNas and Jay-Z they were still homiesSquash the
beef with Ja Rule and 50Benzino shook hands with EminemAnd on the same record I heard Eve, Fox and KimAnd sometimes when I d
ream, that's when I wake upI kinda hoped that The Fugees didn't break upAnd when they walked into the studio I prayed they di
dn't sprayCause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!)[Chorus]Shots go off, mother's cryDeath since rise,
homicideBlack on black crime needs to stopY'all can't blame it on hip hopCause what we say is what we seeWhat we see is re
alityThe ghetto's the ghetto you got them livin in sorrowSoon they won't live to see tomorrow[Verse 2]Imagine if Big Pun w
as still aliveI could see Fat Joe screamin Terror SquadImagine if there were still four survivors still in Destiny's ChildAn
d TLC never lost they Left EyeImagine Refugees never needin a passportAnd John Forte never at Newark AirportMillion Man Marc
h, man, that was a startNow I need a million more to meet me at Central ParkWhen the revolution start y'all 'gon have to play
thisImagine Slick Rick not gettin deported (Whoa oh oh!)[Chorus]Shots go off, mother's cryDeath since rise, homicideBlac
k on black crime needs to stopY'all can't blame it on hip hopCause what we say is what