Fake-fake records-records..
  
  Uh, uh, uh, 1-2, 1-2
  Uh, uh, 1-2, uh, 1-2
  All my dogs..
  
  CHORUS:
  It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip,
  It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop
  
  [M1]
  Uh, one thing 'bout music:
  When it hit, you feel no pain
  White folks say it controls yo' brain
  I know better than that, that's game
  And we ready for that, two soldiers head of the pack
  Matter of fact, who got the gat?
  And where my army at?
  Rather attack and not react
  Back to beats,
  It don't reflect on how many records get sold
  On sex, drugs and rock 'n' roll
  Whether your projects put on hold
  In the real world, these just people with ideas
  They just like me and you,
  When the smoke and camera disappear
  Again, the real world,
  It's bigger than all these fake-ass records
  When po' folks got the millions
  And my woman's disrespected
  If you "Check 1-2",
  My word of advice to you is just relax
  Just do what you got to do,
  If that don't work, then kick the facts
  If you a fighter, rider, biter,
  Flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter,
  Or you wanna jus' get high, then just say it
  But then if you a "liar liar, pants on fire"
  Wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire
  I'm gon' know it when I play it
  
  CHORUS
  
  [stic.man]
  Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls?
  If we don't get them, they gon' get us all
  I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall
  We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real
  Nigga, don't think these record deals
  Gon' feed your seeds and pay your bills,
  Because they not
  MCs get a little bit of love
  And think they hot
  Talkin' 'bout how much money they got
  All y'all records sound the same
  I'm sick of that fake thug R&B-rap scenario,
  All day on the radio
  Same scenes in the video, monotonous material
  Y'all don't here me though
  These record labels slang our tapes like dope
  You can be next in line
  And signed,
  And still be writing rhymes and broke
  You would rather have a Lexus or justice?
  A dream or some substance?
  A Beamer, a necklace, or freedom?
  Still a nigga like me don't playa-hate
  I just stay awake
  This's real hip hop, and it don't stop,
  Till we get the po-po off the block
  They call it..
  
  CHORUS
  
  D.P.'s got that crazy shit
  We keep it crunked-up, John Blaze this shit (5x)
  
  They call it, call it, call it..
  Fake, fake, fake records..