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Young Buck

Hip Hop Can't Save Me

 

Hip Hop Can't Save Me


Yeah

It's dedicated, dedicated to my homie in the cell Lil' Jimmy
His light bill due and his kids need shoes
He write at 16 just to help him get through
The stars in town so the mall's all packed, he wanna see the show but he can't afford dat
His favourite MC is in the city on the radio, he got a hit DJ won't play it tho
A memorex with his name and his number on it, 2 tracks and it's free (does anybody want it?)
Phone rings and he know what that means, he reach for his pack in his ten dollar jeans
Reality's real they make rap just a dream hes all by himself he ain't got no team
He makes it back in time to hear the last scream, wait on the crowd to leave to intervene fiend
He squeeze in between all the fans that seen his favourite MC that he wish he could meet
The light still on but the stage all clear the cleanup crew and the sound engineer
He prays for the day he can make em say hey he left too late and got his car towed away, damn

[Chorus:]
I refuse to leave this block I know you want me to stop I won't quit till I'm on top. Hip hop don't pay me. I refuse to leave this block I know you want me to stop I won't quit till I'm on top. Hip hop can't save my life

He stand in the cold hands damn near froze
Plans to go platinum hope to go gold
The hoes walk past him his clothes too old
His home boys go and does their own show
The water turns off and the gas bill late his neighbours even poorer than him instill hate but every last time on the studio time he can't record because his two year old crying
He ask the Lord to get him out of this vibe[? ] and do it before your boy lose his mind
The streets got his back if you are what you say he might sell records like buck and Lupe tomorrow's a new day how long can you wait
When next week is his girlfriends due date
Phone rings and you know what that means, he reach for his pack in his ten dollar jeans

[Chorus:]
I refuse to leave this block I know you want me to stop I won't quit till I'm on top. Hip hop don't pay me. I refuse to leave this block I know you want me to stop I won't quit till I'm on top. Hip hop can't save my life

Oh no. My life... my life can't save my life... Hey! Hey! Hey! It can't save my life. My life. My life. Hip hop can't save my life. Hey. Oh noo noo. Hip hop can't save my life.

[Chorus:]
I refuse to leave this block I know you want me to stop I won't quit till I'm on top. Hip hop don't pay me. I refuse to leave this block I know you want me to stop I won't quit till I'm on top. Hip hop can't save my life

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