[Radio tuning]      It’s still bigger than hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip   It’s bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop      [Verse 1]   Uhh, uhh, uhh   One thing ’bout music when it’s real they get scared   Got us slavin for the welfare   Aint no food, clothes, or healthcare   I’m down for guerrilla warfare   All my niggas put your guns in the air if you really don’t care   Skunk in the air, make a nigga wanna buck in the air   For my brother locked up in the jump for a year   Shit is real out here don’t believe these videos   This fake ass industry gotta pay to get a song on the radio   Really though, dp’z gon’ let you know   It’s just a game of pimps and hoes   And it’s all ’bout who you know   Not who we are, or how we grow   I rap ’bout what I know, what I go through   What I been through, not just for no dough   Even though the rent due, what I’m into ain’t for no dough   Or just no fame, everything must change, nothin remains the same   Sick of the same ol’ thang, it’s bigger than "bling bling"      Hook:   If I, feel it I feel it, if I don’t, I don’t   If it ain’t really real then I probably won’t   Rollin with my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride   For this real hip-hop y’all I’m ready to die   Uhh, hip what hop what hip what hop what hip what hop what hip what   Hop c’mon, c’mon, my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride   For this real hip-hop y’all I’m ready to die      Uhh, hip what hop what hip what hop what hip what hop what hip what   Hop c’mon, c’mon, my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride   For this real hip-hop y’all I’m ready to die      [Verse 2]   Hip-hop means sayin what I want never bite my tongue   Hip-hop means teaching the young   If you feelin what I’m feelin then you hearin what I’m sayin   Cause these fake fake records just keep on playin   What you sayin huh dp bringin the funk   Let the bass line rattle your trunk, uhhh!   Punk pig wit a badge wanna handcuff me cuz my pants that’s tend to sag   Hip-hop means throw up your rag, soldier flag   Whether ridin on the bus or you stole a jag   M-1 mean freedom, burn the cash   Revolutionary love til the day we pass   Will they play it on the radio   Maybe not, maybe so we gon keep it pumpin though   Everybody know we headed for the whoa, fo sho      [verse 3]   Ay dogg that label is that slave ship   Owners got them whips and rappers is slaves   If you really wanna eat you gotta hear the same thing   With the football, b-ball, or if you slangin that dope   Aint never seen no hope, brainwash video shows be foolin my folk   What the hell a brother gon do though, huh   When the rent due, when the lights and the gas gonna get cut off   Drop them raps or cock them gats   Aint never had shit ever since we came to this bitch   Why I gotta feel pain to get rich   ’stead of stackin chips, finna pack them clips      Hook:   If I, feel it I feel it, if I don’t, I don’t   If it ain’t really real then I probably won’t   Rollin with my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride   For this real hip-hop y’all I’m ready to die      Ride to this if you miss Tupac   Bounce to this if you love big poppa   My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride   But its real hip hop y’all I’m ready to die      Hip-hop hip hop hip hop hip   It’s bigger than hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip   It’s bigger than hip-hop hip-hop hip-hop hip   It’s bigger than hip hop hip hop hip hop hip hop      Hook:   If I, feel it I feel it, if I don’t, I don’t   If it ain’t really real then I probably won’t   Rollin with my soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride   For this real hip-hop y’all I’m ready to die   Ride to this if you miss Tupac   Bounce to this if you love big poppa   My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride   But its real hip hop y’all I’m ready to die      Ride to this if you miss Tupac   Bounce to this if you love big poppa   My soldiers, live soldiers, ready to ride   But its real hip hop y’all I’m ready to die   Uhh      We keep it crunkah