The 90's Are Back Pt. 2

Lyrics

[Intro scratches by DJ Crypt] New York x7 Back in the house once again x5 What more can I say? Real Hip Hop x2 [Verse 1: A.G.] I'm from New York, and all I do is win I'mma start wearin' pinstripes I always had faith, I ain't talking 'bout Big's wife Asians love me 'cause I ball like I'm Jeremy Lin's height (A.G.) Hah, frequent flyer, passport more stamps than envelopes Hold it down 'til my arm is broke Got inspired 'cause mom was broke So fuckin' with my bread, the quickest way to get your garment soaked [Verse 2: PMD] Ayo, take a walk back in time when Hip Hop was dope In the '90's, we rock Timberlands and do keyropes Run paid, Source Magazine is the verse they quote 40 Belows and 40 oz., wooden North Face coat If you seen the mic you wasn't nice you wouldn't approach They want a daily dose of Boom Bap from coast to coast Breakdance and throwin' up tags rippin' the shows Apollo Club speed in the tunnel was dope [Verse 3: Smoothe da Hustler] Yo, we had stick up kids, corrupt cops and crack rocks Four finger rings, rope chains, flat tops Nas dreadlocks, skinny jeans I had copped Jewelry, online beef freaks with ass shots Back from when niggas respected you From being who you was if you wasn't they stepped at you Now niggas stepped in you, know you phony, let you do What they EXPECT you to, they don't respect you, fool! [Verse 4: Mr. Cheeks] Go 'head and run your mouth with your crew (uhuh), I catch you when you dolo (Dolo) Roots of Evil, Kool G Rap, Polo (Polo!) '90's rap niggas gettin' it right now Still living that rich and shameless lifestyle (Uh...) Fuck these new niggas and the shit they be yellin' Just some like a bunch of bitches for the britches I tell 'em You burned niggas in the game won't last A young mind holdin' down the line can't pass [DJ Crypt scratches interlude] Real Hip Hop Once again Hip Hop Back in the house once again [Verse 5: Edo. G] Back to the '90's League was Ivy (uh-huh), nothin' was soft (yeah), nothin' was whiny, nothin' was shiny (Nah) We was conscious deviantly but so grimy (Grimy, uh) Now the blind lead the blind blindly (Woo!) Used to be the man (uh-huh), now you He-Man? (Uh) We bum-rush yo' ass from MTV vans (Yeah!) This beat should remind you (Yeah) You wasn't all or less New York co-signed you [Verse 6: El da Sensei] Hard rockin' the theme, '90's came shots ring (Uh-huh) Hottest product unite us we lovers body everything Rhyme shooter hybrid spitters, shootin' the trigger Movin' through bigger, mental bullets piercin' through killers Words matter clicker to chat up, rhyme splatter, bloodbath Rinse massacre passengers passin' up, guns blast Cats givin' we drippin' in features leavin' present Vocal weapons, total discretion and smoke you in a session! [Verse 7: Krazy Drayz] Yeah, yo, yo, biggidy back from the sewer on that '90's shit (Uh) We used to come through on that grimy shit (Uh) The whole crew beside me shit, the hit squad (Yeah) They know every rhyme we spit shit hard, yo (Yo) The East Coast, West Coast had it locked (Had it locked) You know the deal with that Real Hip Hop (Hip Hop) That's no diggy, word to Biggie and Pac (Huh) The whole city was hot, I was just shit? then to stop [Verse 8: Outloud] It's the E-A-S-T, stylers don't dress we Mad rappers hot it take a lot to impress me Hard to kill, Blahzay on the job for real East New York Golden Club just to rob and steal Rip a pocket, rip a mic, Superman, Kryptonite On a vigilante-ass panty, not equipped to fight We ain't jealous, get a bag to share with the fellas You could be a Gang Starr livin' in the house of Branford Marsalis [Verse 9: Craig G] Welcome to the era where rappers brought terror Embedded in our hearts forever, bars were more clever Skills of what matter these days is all cheddar Bringin' cash, not concerned, how they credit score set up Pistol flashin' on Instagram, no more head ups I need the culture go from being great to undeveloped Today's yo' album's classic, woah, slow yo' roll, fella Respect's not bringin' security to the bank tellers, tellers, tellers