Street Hop 2010
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⏱️ 2:52 duration
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📜 Lyrics
Street Hop
Nikko
The M-I-C, bitch
Verse 1
I been a monster, bitch, my shit been bonkers
The flow been conquered, hoes I been pompous
I been conceited, but I don't run with 5-0
I ain't been shot up either and I ain't from Chicago
When I enter the center stage, the show's over
Minutes later, the floor's frozen, the Rolls rolls up
I'm demonstrating the coke flow, but I'm so sober
The original renegade before Hova
They like, "Damn, why Dre ain't never get him?
He seem like so much anger and pain represent him"
Eminem himself'll tell you I'm the only nigga living
That done ever spanked him on the same record with him
Your man's getting jealous 'cause what I'm spitting is sicker
Than his single, he gotta think of a dance just to sell it
This is Street Hop, to the fullest
To them real niggas out there on them corners beatboxing with bullets
Niggas that be trigger packing, pop locking with Glocks
Could aim well enough to shoot the zippers off your Thriller jacket
Me, I'm the illest rapper, since every rapper killing
From here on out, you can call me Shotti the Killa Capper
These record labels just manufacture shit
Like the pimp game, homie, I'm here to snatch your bitch
Got a fist game on me that ain't a afro pick
Try that ying-yang on me, I'll handicap you quick (verse 2)
Usually I play the two or three, I been balling
Bitch, losing me is like the Pistons losing Ben Wallace
I'm to Detroit like what Soulja Slim is to Chopper City
So losing me is like musically losing Pac or Biggie
I beat your ass, leave you with your mouthpiece wired
Losing pounds in the hospital, be quiet
'Til you finally come up out that coma bony
Looking like somebody put you on a South Beach Diet
If you hearing me spitting, it's sounding like the king died
Tripping when I kick it, it's sounding like my strings tied
I put the clip in and pull it and woof, woof
Listen, the pistol is sounding like Hakeem's bride
And you don't wanna beef, nigga, 'cause my arms be
All through Cali and Miami like a palm tree
My crew be in New York or New Jerz usually
With tools to recognize you as "Who is you?" Excuse me
You don't wanna fool with the etiquette of the Uzi
I'll put you in the credits that's at the end of the movie
I pity your mother, she never seen you in the magazine
For your obituary, I'll give you the cover
So when I'm rhyming with you, I'm Ving Rhames
Of the pen game, I play the same role as Tiny Lister
Again and again, the Deebo of the typecast
When I TiVo the mag, they be showing the white flag
So sit at the table and get it like it's digital cable
I torture you into talking to me 'til it gets fatal
Fuck with you 'til I put you out of your misery
With the silencer, or I'ma just muffle it up with a potato
Nikko
The M-I-C, bitch
Verse 1
I been a monster, bitch, my shit been bonkers
The flow been conquered, hoes I been pompous
I been conceited, but I don't run with 5-0
I ain't been shot up either and I ain't from Chicago
When I enter the center stage, the show's over
Minutes later, the floor's frozen, the Rolls rolls up
I'm demonstrating the coke flow, but I'm so sober
The original renegade before Hova
They like, "Damn, why Dre ain't never get him?
He seem like so much anger and pain represent him"
Eminem himself'll tell you I'm the only nigga living
That done ever spanked him on the same record with him
Your man's getting jealous 'cause what I'm spitting is sicker
Than his single, he gotta think of a dance just to sell it
This is Street Hop, to the fullest
To them real niggas out there on them corners beatboxing with bullets
Niggas that be trigger packing, pop locking with Glocks
Could aim well enough to shoot the zippers off your Thriller jacket
Me, I'm the illest rapper, since every rapper killing
From here on out, you can call me Shotti the Killa Capper
These record labels just manufacture shit
Like the pimp game, homie, I'm here to snatch your bitch
Got a fist game on me that ain't a afro pick
Try that ying-yang on me, I'll handicap you quick (verse 2)
Usually I play the two or three, I been balling
Bitch, losing me is like the Pistons losing Ben Wallace
I'm to Detroit like what Soulja Slim is to Chopper City
So losing me is like musically losing Pac or Biggie
I beat your ass, leave you with your mouthpiece wired
Losing pounds in the hospital, be quiet
'Til you finally come up out that coma bony
Looking like somebody put you on a South Beach Diet
If you hearing me spitting, it's sounding like the king died
Tripping when I kick it, it's sounding like my strings tied
I put the clip in and pull it and woof, woof
Listen, the pistol is sounding like Hakeem's bride
And you don't wanna beef, nigga, 'cause my arms be
All through Cali and Miami like a palm tree
My crew be in New York or New Jerz usually
With tools to recognize you as "Who is you?" Excuse me
You don't wanna fool with the etiquette of the Uzi
I'll put you in the credits that's at the end of the movie
I pity your mother, she never seen you in the magazine
For your obituary, I'll give you the cover
So when I'm rhyming with you, I'm Ving Rhames
Of the pen game, I play the same role as Tiny Lister
Again and again, the Deebo of the typecast
When I TiVo the mag, they be showing the white flag
So sit at the table and get it like it's digital cable
I torture you into talking to me 'til it gets fatal
Fuck with you 'til I put you out of your misery
With the silencer, or I'ma just muffle it up with a potato
⏱️ Synced Lyrics
[00:02.55] Street Hop
[00:04.72] Nikko
[00:07.72] The M-I-C, bitch
[00:11.88] Verse 1
[00:12.59] I been a monster, bitch, my shit been bonkers
[00:15.30] The flow been conquered, hoes I been pompous
[00:18.23] I been conceited, but I don't run with 5-0
[00:21.06] I ain't been shot up either and I ain't from Chicago
[00:24.16] When I enter the center stage, the show's over
[00:27.09] Minutes later, the floor's frozen, the Rolls rolls up
[00:29.72] I'm demonstrating the coke flow, but I'm so sober
[00:32.78] The original renegade before Hova
[00:35.48] They like, "Damn, why Dre ain't never get him?
[00:37.86] He seem like so much anger and pain represent him"
[00:40.93] Eminem himself'll tell you I'm the only nigga living
[00:43.73] That done ever spanked him on the same record with him
[00:46.54] Your man's getting jealous 'cause what I'm spitting is sicker
[00:49.17] Than his single, he gotta think of a dance just to sell it
[00:52.35] This is Street Hop, to the fullest
[00:54.19] To them real niggas out there on them corners beatboxing with bullets
[00:58.08] Niggas that be trigger packing, pop locking with Glocks
[01:00.73] Could aim well enough to shoot the zippers off your Thriller jacket
[01:04.06] Me, I'm the illest rapper, since every rapper killing
[01:06.70] From here on out, you can call me Shotti the Killa Capper
[01:09.67] These record labels just manufacture shit
[01:11.98] Like the pimp game, homie, I'm here to snatch your bitch
[01:14.91] Got a fist game on me that ain't a afro pick
[01:17.77] Try that ying-yang on me, I'll handicap you quick (verse 2)
[01:21.20] Usually I play the two or three, I been balling
[01:23.95] Bitch, losing me is like the Pistons losing Ben Wallace
[01:26.84] I'm to Detroit like what Soulja Slim is to Chopper City
[01:29.65] So losing me is like musically losing Pac or Biggie
[01:32.57] I beat your ass, leave you with your mouthpiece wired
[01:35.57] Losing pounds in the hospital, be quiet
[01:38.34] 'Til you finally come up out that coma bony
[01:40.57] Looking like somebody put you on a South Beach Diet
[01:43.87] If you hearing me spitting, it's sounding like the king died
[01:46.78] Tripping when I kick it, it's sounding like my strings tied
[01:49.73] I put the clip in and pull it and woof, woof
[01:52.73] Listen, the pistol is sounding like Hakeem's bride
[01:55.48] And you don't wanna beef, nigga, 'cause my arms be
[01:58.16] All through Cali and Miami like a palm tree
[02:00.72] My crew be in New York or New Jerz usually
[02:03.57] With tools to recognize you as "Who is you?" Excuse me
[02:06.72] You don't wanna fool with the etiquette of the Uzi
[02:09.46] I'll put you in the credits that's at the end of the movie
[02:12.50] I pity your mother, she never seen you in the magazine
[02:15.57] For your obituary, I'll give you the cover
[02:18.14] So when I'm rhyming with you, I'm Ving Rhames
[02:20.56] Of the pen game, I play the same role as Tiny Lister
[02:23.96] Again and again, the Deebo of the typecast
[02:26.61] When I TiVo the mag, they be showing the white flag
[02:29.69] So sit at the table and get it like it's digital cable
[02:32.53] I torture you into talking to me 'til it gets fatal
[02:35.32] Fuck with you 'til I put you out of your misery
[02:37.67] With the silencer, or I'ma just muffle it up with a potato
[03:22.31]
[00:04.72] Nikko
[00:07.72] The M-I-C, bitch
[00:11.88] Verse 1
[00:12.59] I been a monster, bitch, my shit been bonkers
[00:15.30] The flow been conquered, hoes I been pompous
[00:18.23] I been conceited, but I don't run with 5-0
[00:21.06] I ain't been shot up either and I ain't from Chicago
[00:24.16] When I enter the center stage, the show's over
[00:27.09] Minutes later, the floor's frozen, the Rolls rolls up
[00:29.72] I'm demonstrating the coke flow, but I'm so sober
[00:32.78] The original renegade before Hova
[00:35.48] They like, "Damn, why Dre ain't never get him?
[00:37.86] He seem like so much anger and pain represent him"
[00:40.93] Eminem himself'll tell you I'm the only nigga living
[00:43.73] That done ever spanked him on the same record with him
[00:46.54] Your man's getting jealous 'cause what I'm spitting is sicker
[00:49.17] Than his single, he gotta think of a dance just to sell it
[00:52.35] This is Street Hop, to the fullest
[00:54.19] To them real niggas out there on them corners beatboxing with bullets
[00:58.08] Niggas that be trigger packing, pop locking with Glocks
[01:00.73] Could aim well enough to shoot the zippers off your Thriller jacket
[01:04.06] Me, I'm the illest rapper, since every rapper killing
[01:06.70] From here on out, you can call me Shotti the Killa Capper
[01:09.67] These record labels just manufacture shit
[01:11.98] Like the pimp game, homie, I'm here to snatch your bitch
[01:14.91] Got a fist game on me that ain't a afro pick
[01:17.77] Try that ying-yang on me, I'll handicap you quick (verse 2)
[01:21.20] Usually I play the two or three, I been balling
[01:23.95] Bitch, losing me is like the Pistons losing Ben Wallace
[01:26.84] I'm to Detroit like what Soulja Slim is to Chopper City
[01:29.65] So losing me is like musically losing Pac or Biggie
[01:32.57] I beat your ass, leave you with your mouthpiece wired
[01:35.57] Losing pounds in the hospital, be quiet
[01:38.34] 'Til you finally come up out that coma bony
[01:40.57] Looking like somebody put you on a South Beach Diet
[01:43.87] If you hearing me spitting, it's sounding like the king died
[01:46.78] Tripping when I kick it, it's sounding like my strings tied
[01:49.73] I put the clip in and pull it and woof, woof
[01:52.73] Listen, the pistol is sounding like Hakeem's bride
[01:55.48] And you don't wanna beef, nigga, 'cause my arms be
[01:58.16] All through Cali and Miami like a palm tree
[02:00.72] My crew be in New York or New Jerz usually
[02:03.57] With tools to recognize you as "Who is you?" Excuse me
[02:06.72] You don't wanna fool with the etiquette of the Uzi
[02:09.46] I'll put you in the credits that's at the end of the movie
[02:12.50] I pity your mother, she never seen you in the magazine
[02:15.57] For your obituary, I'll give you the cover
[02:18.14] So when I'm rhyming with you, I'm Ving Rhames
[02:20.56] Of the pen game, I play the same role as Tiny Lister
[02:23.96] Again and again, the Deebo of the typecast
[02:26.61] When I TiVo the mag, they be showing the white flag
[02:29.69] So sit at the table and get it like it's digital cable
[02:32.53] I torture you into talking to me 'til it gets fatal
[02:35.32] Fuck with you 'til I put you out of your misery
[02:37.67] With the silencer, or I'ma just muffle it up with a potato
[03:22.31]