BX We Invented Hip Hop lyrics

by

Tim Dog


[Tim Dog Various Ad lib]

[Verse one]

I give a f*ck about the next n*gga
I'm in the game for the check and the sex n*gga
You think you hard when they calling you the best n*gga?
Put that Tec to ya neck
Get out the Lex n*gga
Driving down the boulevard in BX n*gga?
f*ck your b*tches
Send your ass home wet, n*gga
Ill n*ggas from the projects
Little n*ggas carry Macs and Tecs
Homicidal for respect
With bigger hearts than King Kong
Kill a mother f*cker on spites the theme song
For having that bling on
New York city streets is worse than Vietnam
Ring the alarm
Tim Dog is back
All you b*tches get naked
All you n*ggas stay strapped
I ain't KRS, but it's return of the boom bap
n*ggas talk sh*t get a hole in the fitted cap
Just like that
Just like this
Give a f*ck about your feeling
n*gga suck my di*k
All you faggot ass DJs won't play my joint
I ain't gonna talk
I'll let the nine prove my point
And you cornball rappers wanna do a duet
n*gga bring you b*tch and bring your check
How you been in the game for a year and you a vet?
When I look on the charts I don't see no threat
The most hated emcee
Even hated by my brother
f*ck the source
They can keep the cover
I'm the illest n*gga alive
"Why?" you say
I dissed the west coast and I moved to L.A
Yea!
I don't give a f*ck mother f*cker
I spit bombs
n*ggas got beef with Dog
sh*ts on
We can throw hands or bottles or shoot guns
n*ggas want to keep it on the stage and spit one
But I gotta tell you when your ass is done
I'm a burn emcees like the sun
Ya'll n*ggas better run
When Tim Dog come to gun
I be dissing emcees for fun

[Verse two]

A lot of n*ggas be biting sh*t
They run around in the game like they mother f*cking nice and sh*t
Everybody know where Snoop got the D-O-G
And n*ggas know DMX got the bark from me
But you all want to say I hate
Check my resume b*tch
Go back to '88
First Dog in the game
First Dog with the name
First up in the b*tch
I'm in the Hall of Fame
You in the Hall of Shame
Ya all the same
While I was born to fam
I'm in the Hall of Game
Ya'll some mother f*cking swagger-jackers
Running after the sales of these crackers
And these f*cking backpackers
And now you want to hate on me
Mark my words n*gga
I'm the original D-O-G
I'm the sickest n*gga
Got the baddest b*tches, n*gga
n*ggas hire me for dissing
Cause I'm quick to diss a n*gga
And quick to stick a n*gga for his f*cking riches, n*gga
Digging on your f*cking grave
Make you sh*t your britches, n*gga
I rain on you n*ggas to hurt you
n*gga i ain't drunk of the Cristal
High off the purple
I'm focused, man
And I'm hungry as f*ck
And you faggot ass rappers done pushed your luck
I'm a get you for your jewels
And get you for your truck
I'm a get you till your very last God damn buck
And show the industry that your wack as f*ck
BX mother f*cker
What's up?

[Verse three]

Up town n*ggas are the craziest
West side n*ggas are the craziest
South Bronx n*ggas are the craziest
From Hunts Point to Co-op
We invented Hip-Hop
BX and we ain't gonna stop
Our body guard's a Glock and not a cop
Our rhymes are hot, your rhymes is not
Ya'll mother f*ckers stop 'fore your ass get shot
I'm the D-O-G and your ass is not

[Tim Dog ad lib]

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