Renee Neufville (of Zhane) - Hip Hop's Pain lyrics

* track borrows from The Game's "Game's Pain" [Treach - Intro] Oh, this sound real summer-like here Hahaha! New Jeru comin through, OOH! N-N-Naughty.. [Chorus: Renee Neufville] Ever since the day I got the chance to make a change I've been in this game, it's a new day And I'm makin it known 'cause, I just want the world to know Y'all fill in these shoes, and I got the utmost, I just wanna let you know I'm payin homage 'cause, you've rep this game for meeeeee [Treach - Verse One] Time to get your ride on, (fireworks!) Yeah 4th of July on From your Naughty neighbors, or your Uncle IIcons Only hip-hop could breed superstars from criminals And new generation of generals All the children rap, plus they feelin that Runnin for the summer, we finally got that feelin back (Ohh yeah!) You see the party, see the pain from T-Pain Thanks to Lil Wayne, Shawn record sales regain (yeah!) Lil Weezy and Jeezy, come and feed me, I'm needy And hip-hop get that O.G. greedy Clap to that, rap to this, rapper chicks slap or hiss Put some Lil' Mama on, bump up some Fabolous Check Jimmy and Juelz, wit them ByrdGang rules And we love to hear 'em turn slang - true! VROOM VROOM in the Beamer, ladies got the money lookin greener Rah Digga, Shawnna, and Trina - c'mon [Chorus] [Vin Rock - Verse Two] Yo, we got the world unified like La Costra Nostra Protect hip-hop from these culture vultures Huh, it gets worse before it gets better You don't believe, ick up a book and read the Willie Lynch letter Ha ha! - Hung to build to big-up the next man And when it comes to hip-hop, I'ma ALWAYS be a fan Peace to Papoose, Saigon, Kanye Rich Boy, Akon, Red Cafe (waddup Luda?) The public's out to be debated on These new artists should be praised instead of hated on So before we start another senseless war in rap Naughty By Nature came to bridge the gap Yo, all that beef is wack! We gotta show some love to one another 'Cause, bottom line, we all brothers from another mother Before, I bounce, I gotta mention was nobody iller R.I.P. Static/Major and the homey J Dilla (J Dilla) [Chorus] [Treach - Verse Three] A new era, new tale New style and j**-els, damn y'all fit them shoes well Soulja Boy, thanks to you You keep a jam through them schools that ALL my kids dancin to Miami dawgs keep the sticky drawers We need a "Boss" like Ross, so never pick a pause, Ricky Ross Let's la**o the past flow Grab for the cash flow, and hooray with Lupe Fiasco Kickin rhymes with Plies, gettin juicy from groupies Rubbin thighs, gettin woozy with Boosie (Ho ho!) We had to hit you with them bigger raps 'Specially after Ray J and Yung Berg bought the bad b**hes back Thanks to Game for the concept And thank God for helping, T.I. get his time clear New money, new office, new bosses Time for y'all to hear it, call Jimmy to clear it [Chorus] [Treach - Outro] That's right.. Over here gettin more higher wit Flo Rida Haha! Wa**up Lil' Scrappy? You over there scrappin in that rappin Yo, love to hear it baby.. This ain't no Cha-Milli Vanilli We Cha-millionaires, over here Throw it in the air baby! Yeah, hold ya head Remy Ma We got your back, baby Hip-hop is here