Hip-hop - it will never die
Hip-hop - hip-hop will never, never die

Ghetto niggaz struttin' with nothin'
But dreams and queens broke
Mack-10's, you can smell the pcp smoke
Mele mel told it real in the music he wrote
Those were the days I remember
We used to be close, then I was nine
Coldest winter I remember
Was slippin' in december, two feet of snow
Yeah, that's the east coast, that black ice
Symbolized the rap life
It was slick and smooth
I understood I had to come from the hood
Doin' the pee wee herman, the smurf
Before them phones chirped
The block's drugs flowin'
Didn't have your own work
You had to have somebody else's
A small chrome on your pelvis
Starter jacket, blue georgetown
Or green celtic
Your girl's too expensive
She wants shellfish
Red lobster was poppin'
Standin' on that line forever
I wish somebody would step
On my bally leather's
Now it's whatever... hip-hop's forever
Kept my radio on 98 or bls
Had a pre-pubescent lyric gift
But niggaz never hear me spit
My little brother tried to warn 'em
I was a tornado comin'
He knew from inside, like the eye of a storm
And told my pops about it
He gave us tickets to that wild style flick
Double trouble, retarded, we was the proudest
I never had a summer job
Sweepin' leaves, socks to my knees
Homemade shorts cutoff, lee's
I ain't work a day in my life
Wipin' away eraser of the paper man
I'm just tryin' to say it right
Big radio, tape slowin' down
Lower the lights go, battery dead
I gotta freeze 'em 'til they ice cold
In the freezer later
I'm starin' at the speaker
Sunk in them 808's deeper
Cleanin' my sneakers
Wit the bristles of a toothbrush
Soap and water
I let the shoe strings soak in water

Live hip-hop live, live hip-hop live
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays

Ain't got nothin' to do wit old school
New school
Dirty south, west coast, east coast
This about us, this our thing, 'knaw'sayin'?
This came from the gut
From the blood, from the soul
Right here man, this is our thing man
You know, so I say what I say
And I say what I say, and I mean it
Y'all take it how you wanna take it
Cause if you're askin' - why is hip-hop dead?
It's a pretty good chance
You're the reason it died, man
It's a pretty good chance your lame ass
Corny ass, is the reason it died, man
You don't give a fuck about
You don't know nothin' about it
You want this paper, be a hustler
You a hustler, you ain't a rapper
Get your paper man
Youknowwhati'msayin, but this rap shit is real
Bitch, this shit is real, bitch, ha-ha

Live hip-hop live
(stay) live hip-hop live
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay
(live) stay hip-hop stay (live)
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays

Live hip-hop live, (stay) live hip-hop live
Give hip-hop give, give hip-hop give
Stay hip-hop stay, stay hip-hop stay
I pray, hip-hop pray, I pray hip-hop stays