Cormega - I k**ed Hip Hop lyrics

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Cormega - I k**ed Hip Hop lyrics

I k**ed Hip-Hop (feat. Cormega) [Intro: Lil B] I k**ed hip-hop I k**ed hip-hop This what y'all wanted right? Lil B [Verse 1: Lil B] I walked around the corner Hot smoke from the gun smoke Always taking jobs but this job was unusual I'm Lil B the Hitman Based god my sixth man Hollowed tips is the pen you know I don't forget the pad This dude named Hip-Hop He old and his hips rock He need to get off the block there's new blood around town A lot of people told me that They tired of the same rules Everybody scared to say something and they scared to move Anonymous call-a-card my phone with a new job Usually don't take blocked calls but he beat the odds I heard it in his voice that he really wanna get it done Told him I don't play games I don't do this for fun I need an advance of a couple million dollars No 360 deals and no album options Before I seal the deal on another rap slayer I'm picking up my phone I'm finna call Cormega [Hook: Lil B] I k**ed Hip-Hop [Cormega speaking] What up dun Man f** n***as for real Small minds can't see the big picture Get money Know what I'm sayin'? [Verse 2: Lil B] Just had the conversation I'm finna take the job now the record label see I ain't the one to think he soft So I got to pay the DJ cuz he got the info I'll pay BET just to open up the window Whatever that I gotta I'm searching for Hip-Hop Don't fit the description maybe this an odd job I'm feeling like in secrets I walk down the streets New York Times Square nobody can see me I search in the studios for old record contracts Any new leads, major label contracts Any old vinyls or any new records Talk to engineers that stole Pro Tools sessions I studied all the greats I learned from the East Coast Went to the West Coast where we got the deep smoke I bought a new gun and I'm finna make his hips rock Don't forget the day that Lil B k**ed Hip-Hop [Hook: Lil B] I k**ed Hip-Hop [Cormega speaking] Yo do what you doin' my n***a Know what I'm sayin' You came to New York, you k**ed Santos You buzzin on the net right now You got they attention, keep they attention Know what I'm sayin' Get you a good lawyer, get your publishing If you can get your masters, get 'em Hold on to that, know what I mean? f** n***as man It's all about that paper

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