Way of Life

[Intro: Hell Razah] G.G.O., Ghetto Government Official Razah, 4th Disciple [Chorus 2X: Hell Razah] Hip hop is a way of life, it's in my breath The way I, breathe and step, not the way I dress East to west, throw your arms right to left Give me a mic and a crowd, and a turntable set [Hell Razah] Alotta niggas turned thugs, after 2Pac died Puttin' dust in they weed, after they heard How High KRS was the main one, I heard Stay Wise Before, N.W.A., you never thought of drive-by's Slick Rick was the kingpin of all fly guys Rakim kept it civilized, now it be Nas Kool G. Rap made rhymes for the organized crimes On the Road to they Riches, selllin' nickels and dimes Cypress Hill made you feel, How Can I Just Kill a Man Niggas turned killers after Wu-Tang Clan Startin' formin' into groups, so they can put on they fam Puff Daddy had you samplin' old records to dance Biggie Smalls made you ball after One More Chance The radio promotin' death, until there's no more fans Alotta playas wanna play, but the game is advanced The true culture of this hip hop, let's spread it to France M.O.P., kept it hardcore, from Onyx to DMX Now it's on Soundscan sells and BDS When the Fat Boys, to Big Punisher and Fat Joe EPMD, to me was, the best duo Nah, Run-DMC, still be number uno Now every artist that you know, wanna drop solos Half naked to sell records, in magazine photo's [Chorus 2X] [Hell Razah] Back to '83, the era of the Treacherous Three When the Cold Crush, bumrushed the Force MD's Now the pussy is free, but the crack cost money, oh yeah Melle Mel, brought the mentals, but we couldn't digest it Cause all the niggas in the eighties started gettin' arrested Sugar Hill caught an ill deal, Rapper's Delight Back when artists got signed just for grabbin' the mic Kangols and rope chains, this when LL came Ain't nobody had a metaphor like Big Daddy Kane Public Enemy was deep before Do the Right Thing MC Shan had Queensbridge under his wing Marley Marl did The Symphony, it blew instantly Made hip hop history, now it's industry Everybody either look alike, or sound gimmicky Not noticin' the energy was hid' in Tennessee Never thought they ever see a young black Master P Go to France and see a white boy blacker than me Suge Knight or Eazy-E, had black labels Why the rest eat the crumbs off the master's tables [Chorus 2X]