Hip Hop

Lyrics

[Produced by J.U.S.T.I.C.E League] [Intro: DJ Khaled] This shit's special DJ Khaled! J.U.S.T.I.C.E League [Verse 1: Scarface] And if I cry two tears for her That would be the most that I would give to her She left me stranded in my nightmares Taking pictures of my memories—she right there Twisting on the blade in my heart, deep Always on my mind, so I can't sleep She used to tell me she was all mine Now, the only way I see the broad is online I'm doing drugs trying to feel you I'm killing me trying to heal you I built my whole life around you I thought I found it all when I found her Shopping sprees on whatever coast How'd you really feel? I may never know And as I ride through these streets With my hand on my heat, eyes red from the Sweets, I Realize some things never change Once in love and it's gone, you don't look at it the same, man Fuck love, 'cause she don't live here I'm soaked in blood, but I'm still here Hip-hop heartbreaks Straight-laced, deep bass, 808s, plus the mixtapes Got a nigga feeling like I up and let you— Get away, now you all in the lectures Being studied by the colleges, professors Now, I regret the day I met ya (Bitch) I'll be the first one to say it She ain't the one you want to play with I fucked hip-hop [Verse 2: Nas] And if— And if— And if— And if I cry two tears for her That would be the most that I can give to her I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr. Dre, O'Shea And a host of those who passed away Today, I'm Drake, I'm Wayne, 2 Chainz You say you want to rap—to this bitch, you must commit Then you're a slave to your grave You won't get out, you cannot quit She menstruates weekly, her Vibe covers keep you warm But the source to her heart is love—word up, right on You know how girls are She love when you licking on her WorldStar Kissing on her belly, trick on her at Onyx Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic But she's the object of my affections, God's essence, God bless her She bought me Bentleys, Breitlings Made some friends resent me for writing about my life They thought I should have stayed quiet She took me to places I would've never saw without her And she took me from my girl powder I doubt I'll ever be the same, ugh, hallowed be Thy name Give me strength so I don't do this dame like Orenthal James Brad warned me while driving his auburn Ferrari Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I'll be sorry But I tried her, used to ride her—for dollars, not for fame She slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of lean She's a middle-aged cougar, showing young'uns the dream Noticed she wasn't breathing for a second Then, I screamed, "She's dead!" And everybody took it out on Nasty I was just looking out for my music family Wasn't trying to claim her to myself, she's yours You can have her—she's a motherfucking whore I fuck hip-hop [Scratch Outro 1: DJ Premier] And if I cry two tears for her That would be the most that I would I give to her She ain't the one you wanna play with You say you wanna rap, to this bitch you must commit I fucked hip-hop And if I cry two tears for her That will be the most I can give to her She ain't the one you wanna play with I fuck hip-hop And you all know how the story go [Outro 2: DJ Khaled] This shit's special DJ Khaled! J.U.S.T.I.C.E League