Hip Hop lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Scarface, Nas & DJ Premier)

[Intro: DJ Khaled]

This shit’s special

This shit’s special

DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Scarface]

And if I cry two tears for her

That will be the most that I would give to her

She left me stranded in my nightmares

Taking pictures of my memories she right there

Twisting on the blade in my heart, deep

Always on my mind so I can’t sleep

She used to tell me she was all mine

Now the only way I see the broad is online

I’m doing drugs trying to feel you

I’m killing me trying to kill you

I built my whole life around you

I thought I found it all when I found her

Shopping sprees on whatever coast

How’d you really feel, I may never know

And as I ride through these streets

With my hand on my heat, eyes red from the sweets, I..

Realise, some things never change

Once in love and it’s gone you don’t look at it the same man

Fuck love, cause she don’t live here

I’m soaked in blood but I’m still here

Hip Hop heartbreaks, straight-laced, deep bass, 808s plus the mixtapes

Got a nigga feeling like I up and left ya

Get away now you all in the lectures

Being studied by the college’s professors

Now I regret the day I met ya

I’ll be the first one to say it

She ain’t the one you want to play with

I fucked Hip Hop

[Verse 2: Nas]

And if I cry two tears for her

That would be the most that I can give to her

I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr Dre, O’Shea

And a host of those who passed away

Today I’m Drake, I’m Wayne, 2 Chainz

You say you wanna rap, to this bitch you must commit

Then you’re a slave to your grave, you won’t get out, you cannot quit

She menstruates weekly, her Vibe covers keep you warm

But the Source to her heart is love, word up, right on

You know how girls are, she love when you licking on her World Star

Kissing on her belly, trick on her and onyx

Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic

But she’s the object of my affections, God’s essence, God bless her

She bought me Bentleys, Breitlings, made some friends resent me

For writing about my life, they thought I should have stayed quiet

She took me to places I would have never saw without her

And she took me from my girl powder

I doubt I’ll ever be the same, hallowed be thy name

Give me strength so I don’t do this dame like Orenthal James

Brad warned me while driving this auburn Ferrari

Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I’ll be sorry

But I tried her, used to ride her, for dollars not the fame

She slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of lean

She’s a middle-aged cougar, showing young’uns the dream

Notice she wasn’t breathing for a second then I screamed

“She’s dead!”, and everybody took it out on Nasty

I was just looking out for my music family

Wasn’t trying to claim her to myself, she’s yours

You can have her she’s a muthafucking whore

I fuck Hip Hop

And if I cry two tears for her

That will be the most that I would give to her