(feat. Royce da 5'9")
Intro: Trick TrickOkay, hip-hop might be in a state of emergency
But you can't really blame the artists
Don't point the finger, y'knowmsayin?
Let's do what we do, let them do what they do
They all sayin the same shit anyway
Let's do what we wanna do
Trick Trick, Royce 5'9"
Trick TrickDone all types of dirt all across the world
And all kind of shows for you boys and girls (heyyy!)
High schools to shows of nothin but old folks
G.D.'s, blue rags, red rags and ?Detroit to L.A., B-Ham to Jersey
Atlanta to B.K., A-Z to V-A
Now I done seen some strange shit
But all around the world homeboy it's the same shit
I'll tell you this; ain't got a gang of crews on these blocks (so what?)
Heard it's a pretty bitch just itchin to get knocked (so what?)
Lines of broads at these shows (so what?)
With backstage passes and wantin to be chose (so what?)
Everybody wanna be better than the next
It's the same everybody claimin they better than the rest (oooh)
Everybody got a Glock, everybody got a spot
Everybody sell dope - WHO DON'T?
ChorusAllllll arouuuuund the worrrrrld (it's the same old song homie)
Rouuuuund and rouuuuund we goooo (yeah)
Allllll arouuuuund the worrrrrld (it's just the same old song homie)
Rouuuuund and rouuuuund we goooo (yep)
Trick TrickYessir
Uh; can we get a moment to reflect
on the music that we distributin and tryin to eject?
Yep, your sounds ain't goin down (so)
Blame it on downloads but it's the same old sound
Everybody is a killer, man go and tell the truth!
Most of y'all ain't killers 'til your ass in the booth
Take a look in the mirror and be honest with yo'self
You got a guap on records off another nigga's wealth
Truth hurt, don't it? You think you ain't special enough?
With some people to listen to you so you makin it tough
At a show you too hard to throw your Goddamn hands up
While I'm at it, man pull yo' Goddamn pants up!
In real life in the joint if you sad
You belong to a man and yo' ass is a fag (ooooh)
I ain't mad at niggaz changin the game
cause the world is lookin at us like we all the same, so
Chorus
Royce Da 5'9"My nigga I got you!
I got you, don't worry about it
Yeah, yeah
Bitch please, get lost, I get big cheese
Me and Trick be gettin green like split peas
Pick a place, any place
I done been through it, pick a state, any state
And if you ain't geographically inclined
you can get the globe and you can pick a shape, any shape
Heh, where you from? I could care less
I'm fearless, I'll show you so you will know it's real
Cause once the K's get to tearin whole blocks up
Like (blam blam blam) now you from Cloverfield
I just look like this, I do it just to get the kitty cat
I'm bringin niggaz that look pretty back
And while I'm at it I'm bringin Detroit city back
Holla when you land, I'll take you to where the titties at
(Titties at) You lil' niggaz is lame
Put the tobacco back in the blunt, you spittin the same
We goin
Chorus
Outro: Trick TrickGo on mayne, hip-hop ain't dead homie...
I like that dawg
That's some real shit...
Hehehe, you just thumpin the hell out that bass, ain't ya?
laughter