Uh, uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2  Uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2, uh, uh  All my dogs...    [Hook]  It's bigger than..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip..  It's bigger than..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip..hop..hip-hop    [M1]  Uh, one thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain  White folks say it controls yo' brain  I know better than that, that's game  And we ready for that - two soldiers head of the pack  Matter of fact, who got the gat?  And where my army at? Rather attack and not react  Back to beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold  On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll  Whether your project's put on hold  In the real world; these just people with ideas  They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear  Against the real world *echos*  It's bigger than all these fake-ass records  When po' folks got the millions and my sista's disrespected  If you check 1-2, my word of advice to you is just relax  Just do what you got to do; if that don't work, then kick the facts  If you a fighter, rider, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter  Or you wanna jus' get high, then just say it  But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire  I'm gon' know it when I play it    [Hook]    [stic.man]  Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?  If we don't get them, they gon' get us all  I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall  We ride for y'all - all my dogs stay real  Nigga, don't think these record deals gon' feed your seeds  And pay your bills, because they not  MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot  Talkin' 'bout how much money they got; all y'all records sound the same  I'm sick of that fake thug, R&B-rap scenario, all day on the radio  Same scenes in the video, monotonous material  Y'all don't here me though  These record labels slang our tapes like dope  You can be next in line and signed; and still be writing rhymes and broke  You would rather have a Lexus? or justice? a dream? or some substance?  A Beamer? a necklace? or freedom?  Still a nigga like me don't playa-hate, I just stay awake  This real hip-hop; and it don't stop 'til we get the crackers off the block  They call it...    [Hook 2x]    [Repeat 6x]  D.P.'s got that crazy shit  We keep it crunked-up, John Blazed and shit    (*"They call it, call it, call it" -> stic.man*)  (*"Fake, fake, fake records" -> M1*)