Hip Hop

[Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E League]

[Intro: DJ Khaled]
This shit's special
DJ Khaled!
J.U.S.T.I.C.E League

[Verse 1: Scarface]
And if I cry two tears for her
That would be the most that I would give to her
She left me stranded in my nightmares
Taking pictures of my memories—she right there
Twisting on the blade in my heart, deep
Always on my mind, so I can't sleep
She used to tell me she was all mine
Now, the only way I see the broad is online
I'm doing drugs trying to feel you
I'm killing me trying to heal you
I built my whole life around you
I thought I found it all when I found her
Shopping sprees on whatever coast
How'd you really feel? I may never know
And as I ride through these streets
With my hand on my heat, eyes red from the Sweets, I
Realize some things never change
Once in love and it's gone, you don't look at it the same, man
Fuck love, 'cause she don't live here
I'm soaked in blood, but I'm still here
Hip-hop heartbreaks
Straight-laced, deep bass, 808s, plus the mixtapes
Got a nigga feeling like I up and let you—
Get away, now you all in the lectures
Being studied by the colleges, professors
Now, I regret the day I met ya (Bitch)
I'll be the first one to say it
She ain't the one you want to play with
I fucked hip-hop

[Verse 2: Nas]
And if— And if— And if— And if I cry two tears for her
That would be the most that I can give to her
I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr. Dre, O'Shea
And a host of those who passed away
Today, I'm Drake, I'm Wayne, 2 Chainz
You say you want to rap—to this bitch, you must commit
Then you're a slave to your grave
You won't get out, you cannot quit
She menstruates weekly, her Vibe covers keep you warm
But the source to her heart is love—word up, right on
You know how girls are
She love when you licking on her WorldStar
Kissing on her belly, trick on her at Onyx
Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic
But she's the object of my affections, God's essence, God bless her
She bought me Bentleys, Breitlings
Made some friends resent me for writing about my life
They thought I should have stayed quiet
She took me to places I would've never saw without her
And she took me from my girl powder
I doubt I'll ever be the same, ugh, hallowed be Thy name
Give me strength so I don't do this dame like Orenthal James
Brad warned me while driving his auburn Ferrari
Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I'll be sorry
But I tried her, used to ride her—for dollars, not for fame
She slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of lean
She's a middle-aged cougar, showing young'uns the dream
Noticed she wasn't breathing for a second
Then, I screamed, "She's dead!"
And everybody took it out on Nasty
I was just looking out for my music family
Wasn't trying to claim her to myself, she's yours
You can have her—she's a motherfucking whore
I fuck hip-hop

[Scratch Outro 1: DJ Premier]
And if I cry two tears for her
That would be the most that I would I give to her
She ain’t the one you wanna play with
You say you wanna rap, to this bitch you must commit
I fucked hip-hop
And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most I can give to her
She ain’t the one you wanna play with
I fuck hip-hop
And you all know how the story go

[Outro 2: DJ Khaled]
This shit's special
DJ Khaled!
J.U.S.T.I.C.E League