Rap Up Lyrics

Rap Up lyrics

See this what we gon' do y'all

Re-cap the two-double-0-two y'all

R.
Kelly got caught wildin'

He sold more sex videos than he did albums

A lot of y'all went down fam

Y'all did some dumb stuff for
soundscan

The industry did Michael Jackson greasy

Brandy wasn't
selling, so she put her pregnancy on TV

Cash money refused to flop

Baby said 'F-it, man, I'm takin' Juvenile spot

Christina Ag', she
turned into a slut piece

For her record to sell, she let out all of her
butt cheeks

Rap girls take a lesson from that

Cause nobody
remembers a girl that made 'My Neck, My Back

And hip-hop was at it
again

Suge came home and Slick Rick went back in

Man y'all took it
to the streets again

But this year a lot of y'all caught beef again

J.D. and Dre started off dissin'

Then they stopped, when they found
out nobody was listenin'

Then the IRS hauled J.D.'s cash off

Dre
pro'lly in Cali now, laughin' his ass off

By now don't nothing amaze
me

In the middle of the summer, man Nas went crazy

He was like, 'I
got power Hot ain't gotta play me

All y'all wack and yes I was gon' lynch
Jay-Z'

I guess he figured, 'Y'all ain't gon' punk me'

Admitted the
payola and put Flex on front street

And Flex almost got banned

When
he saw Steph Lover, he tried to speak wit his hands

And Steph thugged him
like, 'I ain't about to get played'

She drove straight to the precinct
like, 'I'm bout to get paid'

P Diddy kept cruising, you wouldn't think


Half the year he didn't even have distribution

Y'all could front
like y'all don't care 

But this year, Goddamn, man Diddy was
everywhere

And designers made doe

But we gotta burry Burberry,