The 90's Are Back Pt. 2

[Intro scratches by DJ Crypt]
New York x7
Back in the house once again x5
What more can I say?
Real Hip Hop x2

[Verse 1: A.G.]
I'm from New York and all I do is win
I'mma start wearin' pinstripes
I always had faith, I ain't talking 'bout Big's wife
Asians love me 'cause I ball like I'm Jeremy Lin's height, A.G.!
Ha, frequent flyer, passport more stamps than envelopes
Hold it down 'til my arm is broke
Got inspired 'cause mom was broke
So fuckin' with my bread, the quickest way to get your garment soaked

[Verse 2: PMD]
Ayo, take a walk back in time when hip-hop was dope
In the 90's we rock Timberlands and do keyropes
Run paid, Source Magazine is the verse they quote
40 Belows and 40 oz., wooden North Face coat
If you seen the mic you wasn't nice you wouldn't approach
They want a daily dose of Boom Bap from coast to coast
Breakdance and throwin' up tags rippin' the shows
Apollo Club speed in the tunnel was dope

[Verse 3: Smoothe da Hustler]
Yo, we had stick up kids, corrupt cops and crack rocks
Four finger rings, rope chains, flat tops!
Nas dreadlocks, skinny jeans I had copped
Jewelry, online beef freaks with ass shots
Back from when niggas respected you
From being who you was if you wasn't they stepped at you
Now niggas stepped in you, know you phony, let you do
What they EXPECT you to, they don't respect you fool!

[Verse 4: Mr. Cheeks]
Go 'head and run your mouth with your crew (uhuh), I catch you when you dolo (Dolo)
Roots of Evil, Kool G Rap, Polo (Polo!)
'90s rap niggas gettin' it right now
Still living that rich and shameless lifestyle (Uh...)
Fuck these new niggas and the shit they be yellin'
Just some like a bunch of bitches for the britches I tell 'em!
You burned niggas in the game won't last
A young mind holdin' down the line can't pass!

[DJ Crypt scratches interlude]
Real Hip Hop
Once again
Hip Hop
Back in the house once again

[Verse 5: Edo. G]
Back to the 90s leak? was ivy (uhuh), nothin' was soft (yeah), nothin' was whiny, nothin' was shiny (nah)
We was conscious deviantly but so grimy (Grimy, uh)
Now the blind lead the blind blindly (Woo!)
Used to be the man (uhuh), now you He-Man? (Uh)
We bum-rush yo' ass from MTV vans (Yeah!)
This beat should remind you (Yeah)
You wasn't all or less New York co-signed you

[Verse 6: El da Sensei]
Hard rockin' the theme, 90s came shots ring (Uhuh)
Hottest product unite us we lovers body everything
Rhyme shooter hybrid spitters, shootin' the trigger
Movin' through bigger, mental bullets piercin' through killers!
Words matter clicker to chat up, rhyme splatter, bloodbath
Rinse massacre passenger passin' up, guns blast!
Cats givin' we drippin' in features leavin' present, vocal weapons total discretion and smoke you in a session!

[Verse 7: Krazy Drayz]
Yeah, yo yo, biggidy back from the sewer on that 90s shit (Uh)
We used to come through on that grimy shit (Uh)
The whole crew beside me shit, the hit swab? (Yeah)
They know every rhyme we spit shit hard, yo (Yo)
The East Coast, West Coast had it locked (Had it locked)
You know the deal with that Real Hip Hop (Hip Hop)
That's no diggy word to Biggie and Pac (huh)
The whole city was hot, I was just shit? then to stop

[Verse 8: Outloud]
It's the EAST, stylers don't dress we
Mad rappers hot it take a lot to impress me
Hard to kill, Blahzay on the job for real
East New York Golden Club just to rob and steal
Rip a pocket, rip a mic, Superman, Kryptonite
On a vigilante-ass panty, not equipped to fight
We ain't jealous, get a bag to share with the fellas
You could be a Gang Starr livin' in the house of Branford Marsalis

[Verse 9: Craig G]
Welcome to the era where rappers brought terror
Embedded in our hearts forever, bars were more clever
Skills of what matter these days is all cheddar
Bringin' cash, not concerned, how they credit score set up
Pistol flashin' on Instagram no more head ups
I need the culture go from being great to undeveloped
Today's yo' album's classic woah slow yo' roll fella!
Respect's not bringin' security to the bank tellers, tellers, tellers...