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Bizarre
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Hip Hop
Yeah, huh, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Turn my mic up a little bit, hip hop
Hit some of this Cali guido, hip hop
Listen to some muthafuckin' hip hop
Everybody got a little story they gotta tell
Niggaz ain't heard my shit, ha, ha, ha
The life of Bizarre, what?
Hip hop, that's the way of life
If you think you're nice, then go grab the mic
Let me tell you my story 'cause everybody got one
Grab a pen and pad and start to jot some
Always told myself that I would never be losin'
Man, I ain't had no hood, my mother was always movin'
From Detroit to Texas, Texas to Detroit
Goddamn, mama, what's the point?
So I would go in my room and pack my little bags
Jump in the truck with my step dad
When I was ten years old, I started to feel the hunger
Got a little older, man, the force got stronger
And me and my rap partner wasn't seein' eye to eye
So he picked up and started a group with some other guys
This is hip hop, hip man, I won't stop
Yo Big Boi, gimme a beatbox
Hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
From the hip hop shop to Maurice Malone
Ten years later I'm still in the zone
7 Mile and 'fore you were, a star was born
United we stand, divided we swore
And hell, yeah, I lived in my car
Bitch, I was homeless, I always slept in a jar
And dirty management, I wish all the best
But me and my niggas, we had to do what's best
It was a mess, all them taxes and accounts
Checks started to bounce, niggas couldn't buy an ounce
And now that we platinum, they diss our name
Like we won't go to the car and get them thangs
And beef, sometimes you don't have a choice
To the fight with Whitey Ford to the beef with Royce
To the Ja Rules, Benzinos and niggas in the club
To the e-dubs and niggas that you ain't heard of
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And man, I don't know how to use a gun
But I'll learn quick if the fuckin' beef come
Hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
Man, I thought this was supposed to be hip hop, hip hop
I'd rather be fishin' in flip flops, flip flops
Or cross over to country like Kid Rock, did I?
Can't see no country singers beefin' over some guitar
Riff that Willie Nelson lifted from Bob Seger
When I was younger I was so eager
To have a gun I would do the same
Couldn't wait to get to the shootin' range
Me and my man, Goofy Gary, just tryin' to let loose some steam
Muthafuckas laughin' 'cause I couldn't aim
So I'd pull the fuckin' target closer and just shoot the thang
I used to have this theory, keep three bullets in the gun
It was a mandatory year up here in Michigan
For each bullet if you got no C C W license
I tried to apply for one, they said it'd take 5-6 months
What the fuck am I supposed to do mean time when rivals come?
Hide that sum bitch in the glove box or inside the trunk
Now, back to what my three bullet theory was
I'm triple platinum, I ain't tryin' to catch no murder one
Figured I'd shoot to wound, probably miss with at least one
But them other two gon' fuck his shoulder and his kneecap up
Then I'ma say it's self defense, how come I had the gun
Was because I was at the range, on my way back from
This dude approached me on some bullshit
I'd get a year for each bullet at the most
As opposed to havin' a full clip in that
That was my idiotic logic, it was basically for safety
But it gave me power, and it made me crazy
And psychotic, I just got retarded once I got it
Thank God it, was empty the night that I got caught with it
What the fuck, man I thought that it was supposed to be
Hip hop, hip hop
Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
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