(Fix Up) Hip Hop: accordi di 
Royce Da 5′9′′ 
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Key: C minor•
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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I know my streets,
know my sound
Y 'all know my beat, so I get down
I take my steps and leaps and bounds
Nigga, it's hip -hop
Yeah, yeah, we started from nothin'
A couple MC's, beatboxin',
the crowd in the lunchroom
Yeah, me and Preem,
both names go together
like they ain't supposed to be separate
Like D &D, I said it before,
I reppin' records,
beats at the headquarters
Rest in peace, nigga,
I'ma hold a shotty
and knock you out
And I ain't gotta know karate like Afra,
it's hip -hop
Strong or not, this is rap basketball,
stats all you got
Long as you hot and your flow can hold up
To knowin' that all of your short goals
is long shots
90 % of you niggas ain't hard,
here just to get a rep, you not gang stars
The finest, flow will amaze,
rap without me is the source
minus the quotable page
Hip -Hop is everything around you,
no competition
Back to the voice of the day,
let's keep it real in the field,
what's realer than Hip -Hop
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I know my streets, I know my sound,
y 'all know my beats, so I get down
Cm
Fm
I take my steps and
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leaps and bound s,
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nigga, it's hip -hop
Rhythmic, lead, come on with it,
I'm long -winded
I will diss you from long distances
You will not get the chance
like Chopper Ness and Dylan to
disrespect who you don't listen to
Egg in a skillet brain, this is you
Smart enough,
every person in the earth
be hard -ending up
But the only target is us,
it's hip -hip -hop
Yeah, cars and trucks,
I be dreaming about shit
Like having a hard time
swinging on a nigga
Squeeze and it trigger, I'm fallin'
If I land, I won't wake up
My six shot motto
Your crew, I'm leavin'
Your momma face is blue
like a hypnotic bottle
They feel you, the realer you spit
This killin' shit is here
And it's killin' you if you
ill or you sick
Mentally, it's hell, ha
Is everything around you
Gotta be somethin' for me to write this
Back to the voice of the dead
What's realer than hell, ha
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Yeah, I know my streets, I know my sound
Y 'all know my beats, so I get down
Cm
Fm
I take my steps and
leaps and bounds,
nigga, it's hip -hop
More venom, 5 '9", it's like a D5
Illest lyrics are stored in them,
chorus is killin'
Any warrior feelin' that I ain't God,
Lord willin'
Trust me, after I crush your building
You will just hush,
you won't restore the village
We look tall, we're killin', real
Though this album is morbidly fillin',
it's still hip -hop
Fuck your feelings, more rappers dyin'
Much more killin', it's no feelin'
Really than gambling your life every day
and waking up to more dillons
14 killers compared to offshore
millions equals
I got a lot more villains
You know that you easily lose,
you be on MTV news for the first time
Because you died over DIPHOP
Is everything around you
coming live, y 'all?
Back to the voice of today,
it's all in the game
What's realer than DIPHOP?
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Yeah, I know my streets, I know my sound
Y 'all know my beats, so I get down
Cm
Fm
I take my steps and
Cm
leaps and bound s,
Fm
nigga, it's hip -hop
Outro 1
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