Lyric The Industry
[Intro]
Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music Cause without hip hop music I wouldn t be here today
Preacher s son, yeah
[Verse 1]
Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot And they both still were rulers of hip hop And Puffy and Suge was roomates from
college And Big L never got found in the alley Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50
Benzino shook hands with Eminem And on the same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim And sometimes when I dream, that s when I
wake up I kinda hoped that The Fugees didn t break up And when they walked into the studio I prayed they didn t spray Cause
I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!)
[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother s cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop Y all can t blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto s the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they won t
live to see tomorrow
[Verse 2]
Imagine if Big Pun was still alive I could see Fat Joe screamin Terror Squad Imagine if there were still four survivors
still in Destiny s Child And TLC never lost they Left Eye Imagine Refugees never needin a passport And John Forte never at
Newark Airport Million Man March, man, that was a start Now I need a million more to meet me at Central Park When the
revolution start y all gon have to play this Imagine Slick Rick not gettin deported (Whoa oh oh!)
[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother s cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop Y all can t blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto s the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they won t
live to see tomorrow
[Verse 3]
In the club never though Shyne shot the gun But in the limosine JLO had to run Paparazzi snappin shots through the mirror
That s when I saw a smile from Princess Diana Back and forth and forth and back Like Miss Aaliyah man do I miss her The war
goes on with The ROC and The Lox Murder INC, G- Unit it s a fight to the top Stop! We lost too many soldiers like Freaky Tah
While they get the cover of a magazine who got to die
[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother s cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop Y all can t blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto s the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they won t
live to see tomorrow
[Outro]
Yeah, peace be with y all
Yeah I wanna dedicate this to everybody that love hip hop music Cause without hip hop music I wouldn t be here today
Preacher s son, yeah
[Verse 1]
Imagine if Biggie and Pac never got shot And they both still were rulers of hip hop And Puffy and Suge was roomates from
college And Big L never got found in the alley Nas and Jay-Z they were still homies Squash the beef with Ja Rule and 50
Benzino shook hands with Eminem And on the same record I heard Eve, Fox and Kim And sometimes when I dream, that s when I
wake up I kinda hoped that The Fugees didn t break up And when they walked into the studio I prayed they didn t spray Cause
I miss that scratch from Jam Master Jay (Whoa oh oh!!!)
[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother s cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop Y all can t blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto s the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they won t
live to see tomorrow
[Verse 2]
Imagine if Big Pun was still alive I could see Fat Joe screamin Terror Squad Imagine if there were still four survivors
still in Destiny s Child And TLC never lost they Left Eye Imagine Refugees never needin a passport And John Forte never at
Newark Airport Million Man March, man, that was a start Now I need a million more to meet me at Central Park When the
revolution start y all gon have to play this Imagine Slick Rick not gettin deported (Whoa oh oh!)
[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother s cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop Y all can t blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto s the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they won t
live to see tomorrow
[Verse 3]
In the club never though Shyne shot the gun But in the limosine JLO had to run Paparazzi snappin shots through the mirror
That s when I saw a smile from Princess Diana Back and forth and forth and back Like Miss Aaliyah man do I miss her The war
goes on with The ROC and The Lox Murder INC, G- Unit it s a fight to the top Stop! We lost too many soldiers like Freaky Tah
While they get the cover of a magazine who got to die
[Chorus]
Shots go off, mother s cry Death since rise, homicide Black on black crime needs to stop Y all can t blame it on hip hop
Cause what we say is what we see What we see is reality The ghetto s the ghetto you got them livin in sorrow Soon they won t
live to see tomorrow
[Outro]
Yeah, peace be with y all
