Bizzle - Dear Hip Hop

Dear Hiphop, It's me your foster child
I'm writing this cuz i feel we should sit and talk awhile
it may sound like i'm crazy, but i feel like your baby
spend more time with chu' then my own folks so it's just like you raised me
You taught me to walk, said I should have swag
taught me how to dress, thats why I let my pants sag
You taught me how to be a man like i aint have a dad
You taught me how to talk, that's why my grammars bad
You taught me self-defence, a little rule of thumb, you never wanna fight son, use a gun
See when you use a gun you don't have to respect them, u can talk to them how you want then pull out and check em'
You told me women aint ish but hoes and tricks
and never to love them just cut em' move on and dip
you never told me what to do if i slipped and had a kid
all i remember is move on and dip
and make it rain when she get on the pole and strip
but if she respectable then why aint she suppose to trick(?)
and if i see my brother get done wrong and just turn ur back and let it happen but dont you snitch



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