Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music   'Cause without hip hop music I wouldn't be here today   Preacher's son, yeah      Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot   And they both still was rulers of hip hop   And Puffy and Suge was roommates from college   And Big L never got found in the alley   Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies   Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50      Benzino shook hands with Eminem   And on the same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim   And sometimes when I dream, that's when I wake up   I kinda hoped that the Fugees didn't break up   And when they walked into the studio I prayed they didn't spray   'Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay      Shots go off, mother's cry, death since rise, homicide   Black on black crime needs to stop, y'all can't blame it on hip hop   'Cause what we say is what we see and what we see is reality   The ghettos, the ghettos, you got them livin' in sorrow   Soon they won't live to see tomorrow      Imagine if Big Pun was still alive   I could see Fat Joe screamin' terror squad   Imagine if there was four survivors still in Destiny's Child   And TLC never lost they Left Eye   Imagine Refugees never needin' a passport      And John Forte never at Newark airport   Million Man March, man, that was a start   Now I need a million more to meet me at Central Park   When the revolution start y'all gon' have to play this   Imagine Slick Rick not gettin' deported      Shots go off, mother's cry, death since rise, homicide   Black on black crime needs to stop, y'all can't blame it on hip hop   'Cause what we say is what we see and what we see is reality   The ghettos, the ghettos, you got them livin' in sorrow   Soon they won't live to see tomorrow      In the club never though Shyne shot the gun   But in the limousine JLO had to run   Paparazzi snappin' shots through the mirror   That's when I saw a smile from Princess Diana   Back and forth and forth and back      Like Miss Aaliyah man do I miss her   The war goes on with The ROC and The Lox   Murder INC, G-Unit it's a fight to the top   Stop, we lost too many soldiers like Freaky Tah   While they get the cover of a magazine, who got to die?      Shots go off, mother's cry, death since rise, homicide   Black on black crime needs to stop, y'all can't blame it on hip hop   'Cause what we say is what we see and what we see is reality   The ghettos, the ghettos, you got them livin' in sorrow   Soon they won't live to see tomorrow      Yeah, peace be with y'all   Live to see tomorrow   Live to see tomorrow   Live to see tomorrow   Live to see tomorrow