[Chorus: Fredro Starr]
This is for that real hip hop we got u
For all my killers on keep lock we got u
For all the kids playing the block we got u
We got u yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
This is for that real hip hop we got u
For all my killers on keep lock we got u
For all the kids playing the block we got u
We got u we got u

[Verse 1: Fredro Starr]
I move wit move shakers u move wit move fakers
Just copped the crib and moved on 2 acres
So who next to test this I could attest this
Just gotta text from my connect from Texas
My tech is fully automatic just ordered thе patak
I got a dis order. I'm... sorta fanatic
For nice whips nice chicks and Nikе kicks size
9 and half the 9 in the stash
I used to use the 9 and the mask to go stick shit up yo stick what up
Now we got cash they wanna stick us up
Just copped the new truck all these new bucks
Shooting in the hood they got em bringing out the news trucks
Yellow tape white n***as yelling hate
Just got the 20 inches rims wit yellow brakes
I'm accelerating fuck celebration
All my n***as in cells waiting come home to find hell waiting
[Chorus: Fredro Starr]
This is for that real hip hop we got u
For all my n***as on keep lock we got u
For all the kids playing the block we got u
We got u yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
This is for that real hip hop we got u
For all my killers on keep lock we got u
For all the kids playing the block we got u
We got u we got u

[Bridge: Sticky Fingaz]
Oh this that street shit
Let me let me let me talk that shit
Oh this that street shit
Let me let me let me talk that shit
Yeah

[Verse 2: Sticky Fingaz]
It's either drug money or niguhz pimping
Niguhz doing stick up's or bitches stripping
Anything to put some food up inside that kitchen
This that hood shit do anything outside of snitching
Chop it up niguh box it up
For that bread leave you over easy sop it up
They locked me up cause you got beat up
Niguhz ain't thugging nope must not be us
Who up in here who the fuck you frontin for
I'll have this whole bitch running for the fuckin door
You want a problem you fuckin with the right one
Sound like thunder but it fell like lightning
[Verse 3: Planet Asia]
Ayo my gun got the hiccups don't get ur face plastered
All against the wall literally that's a stick up
Onyx up in the spot mad faces throwing blicks up
Stomp u out quick don't mixed up
In this bitch pistol whip thrown in a ditch
Take my advise turn around and go home to ur bitch
This is underworld rap where yellow spine n***as
Never make it back for pump faking faking jacks
That's a old school term but some shit never changes
Like getting money and square n***as never learning
We back in whip 46 city
With them queens n***as wilding out retarded as it can get
Catch me wit the poor righteous and rich
Shinning keep a game face for dirty divine evils that ego trip
Soy boy shit will not do depends on us for the grimey shit
N***a we got chu

[Chorus: Fredro Starr]
This is for that real hip hop we got u
For all my n***as on keep lock we got u
For all the kids playing the block we got u
We got u yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
This is for that real hip hop we got u
For all my killers on keep lock we got u
For all the kids playing the block we got u
We got u we got u