Rule #4081

[Intro]
Hip hop don't stop
It's all about the blink blink
Showing off you rock
It's all about the bang bang
Shooting up your block
It's all about the Benjamin
Bitches and beef

[Chorus 1: ]
If you wanna make it in hip hop
You got to start dance
You got to be high style
You got to hold beef
Follow the lifestyle
You got to get [?]
To make it in hip hop
You got to be shot
You got to be big pop
You got to be punk
You got to bring big hits
You got to go pop
If you're a big shot
You got to [?] shit
You got it like that
Then you got not have sleep

[Verse 1: ]
If you rap with me
I'll tell you pack heat
I'll tell you sex sells
You better have beef
You got to sell drugs
Try to get locked
You got to share blood
Try to get shot
Smile for the camera
When it's time for some action
Run with your image [?] can imagine
Make a bigger issue
Out of minor infractions
Silence is gold
But violence is platinum
You got to fill the categories
Stick to the script
You got to have a story
You got to look the part
You got to play the role
You got to hate the [?]
Play on the radio
You're about to make a killing
Try to be the greatest number one
[?] you're dying to be famous
[?] arrested in a cemetery
See you'll be legendary
When you're dead and berried

[Chorus 2: ]
Hip hop don't stop
It's all about the blink blink
Showing off you rock
It's all about the bang bang
Shooting up your block
It's all about the Benjamin
Bitches and beef
Hip hop don't stop
It's all about the blink blink
Showing off you rock
It's all about the bang bang
Shooting up your block
It's all about the Benjamin
Bitches and beef

[Verse 2: ]
[?] Pimps to get paid
Artists in the stable
Lot of sticks to be trade
Picking labels like Schuh and a Mac
Dress up nice
But you wanna crack
Follow the trends
Move with the pack
See how many customs
You can attract
Waste for your advance
[?] they don't care for the music as we
Back sit [?]
You sit in the front
[?] dummies to publicity studs
[?] If this is what you want it
Fuck it go for it
Run your track
Chase cheese in a fast [?]
While your fat cats [?] the fat race
[?] compete for the last place
[?] but meat with a bad taste

[Chorus: ]
Hip hop don't stop
It's all about the blink blink
Showing off you rock
It's all about the bang bang
Shooting up your block
It's all about the Benjamin
Bitches and beef
Hip hop don't stop
It's all about the blink blink
Showing off you rock
It's all about the bang bang
Shooting up your block
It's all about the Benjamin
Bitches and beef

[Verse 3: ]
Is whatever boy
I got metaphor after metaphor
I'm better than you all
I'm crack and you're gonna never roll
Cause you never saw the things that you rap about
You never gave a hack about
Never pulled a [?] about
You should rap about the things that you really did
That's why artist like Soldier Boy are really big
Cause he [?]
You really act funny
I got major figures
In cash money like [?]
I love shooting my guns like Billy the Kid
But I'm not a cowboy I'm from Philly
I'm wild boy
[?] I'll take it to trial boy
Anything you try back
Cause you're taking my style boy
That's why your shit is lame
Damn I miss the game