Da Industry
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Yeah, I want to dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music
'Cause without hip hop music I wouldn't be here today
Preacher's son, yeah
Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot
And they both still was rulers of hip hop
And Puffy and Suge was roommates from college
And Big L never got found in the alley
And Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies
Squashed the beef with Ja Rule and 50
And Benzino shook hands with Eminem
And on the same record I heard Eve, Fox, and Kim
And sometimes when I dream, that's when I wake up
I kind of hope that the Fugees didn't break up
And when they walked into the studio I pray they didn't spray
'Cause I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay
Shots go off, mothers cry
Hearses ride, homicide
Black on black crime needs to stop
Y'all can't blame it on hip hop
'Cause what we said is what we see
And what we see is reality
The ghetto's the ghetto, you got them living in sorrow
So they won't live to see tomorrow
Imagine if Big Pun was still alive
I could see Fat Joe screaming "Terror Squad!"
Imagine if there was four survivors still in Destiny's Child
And TLC never lost their left eye
Imagine refugees never needing a passport
And John Fortรฉ never at Newark airport
The Million Man March man, that was just start
Now I need a million more to meet me at Central Park
When the revolution start, y'all gon' have to play this
Imagine Slick Rick not getting deported
Shots go off, mothers cry
Hearses ride, homicide
Black on black crime needs to stop
Y'all can't blame it on hip hop
'Cause what we said is what we see
And what we see is reality
The ghetto's the ghetto, you got them living in sorrow
So they won't live to see tomorrow
In the club I never thought Shyne shot the gun
But in the limousine J-Lo had to run
Paparazzi snapping shots, through the mirror
That's when I saw a smile from Princess Diana
Back and forth and forth and back
Like Michel'le, yeah, man do I miss her
The war goes on with the Roc and The Lox
Murder Inc., G-Unit, it's a fight to the top
Stop, we lost too many soldiers like Freaky Tah
Why to get the cover of a magazine we gotta die?
Shots go off, mothers cry
Hearses ride, homicide
Black on black crime needs to stop
Y'all can't blame it on hip hop
'Cause what we said is what we see
And what we see is reality
The ghetto's the ghetto, you got them living in sorrow
So they won't live to see tomorrow
Yeah, peace be with y'all