Artist: A&R Album: Non-Exclusive, Vol. 1 Song: Hip to the Hop Typed by: Cno Evil [Intro: Armel] Yo Reck, we gotta take these niggas back to the parks, man When it was two turntables, one mic and a rope That separated the real from the fake muthafuckas You gon' touch the mic if you was nice, son Take these cats to school... [Armel] Yo, I wrote this to rock a show, take that dough I quote this, to bag your hoe, ask your hoe If money rotate fast or slow, I be at the finish line While you still on go, they don't know Why these featherweights playa hate, try'nna be a heavyweight Take my tape, take a break, go home and meditate Don't hesitate to come and see me at a later date Or my mistake, I'm obligated to be somewhere out of state Time ain't too late, it's not hard to rotate What we create, to demonstrate, to get a full plate Prophets we make, if you fake, we take Shit to another degree, but personally My whole faculty, busting, with no discussion Rushing, making MC's just wanna quit Admit it, your time's up, can't hide behind a buck Plus the streets is talking, and they say you suck [Chorus 2X: Sharecka] Hip to the hop, of the hip-hip, the hop, and you don't stop But rocking my team, keeps it popping Nigga bang-bang, nigga, you all, keep it dropping If you ever think of fucking with me-me-me-me [Sharecka] I ain't study Math, but my pops was God Divine Justice Yup, rhyme meets your bond They say they good ones die and the bad ones, they follow And Poppa Lee's raised sixteen, and she swallows Daddy can't comprehend, he on the bottle And moms try'nna be the first grandma model My hood infested with criminals, and killer detects Better watch your next move, dun, or you gon' be next Ain't nobody promised tomorrow, chalk your born Many others I know, died up in my borough Too many thugs, everybody in the hood thorough Just because you got a loud mouth, that don't count Talking bout you going out, you should be seeking a job In the streets acting grown, still living with moms You better get up, get out and get something, the end's coming Take control of your life, dunny, and stop dumming [Outro: Armel] Big shout to the underground, and all my O.S. niggas A&R the group, muthafuckas