- [Female Host] Let's go! - (laughs)
Hey yo, hey yo. - Yo!
- Chill. - Yo!
- Chill.
- Are you ready?
- You want me to spit?
- I ain't rapping.
- Nah I'm not ready.
I'm not ready, I'm not.
- (laughs)
♪ Something like this ♪
♪ Aye yo, aye yo ♪
♪ Yo, yo, yo ♪
♪ What, what ♪
♪ Yo, yo ♪ What
♪ Acting like you can't rap for real ♪
- (laughs)
♪ All these girls trying to work and get engagement ♪
♪ Guess who I'm with ♪
♪ Big Tigger in the basement ♪
♪ Come on, every time you see this face you ♪
♪ know that its the truth ♪
♪ Big Tig, green carpet, ♪
♪ with that Instabooth. ♪
♪ We broadcasting live from the ATL ♪
♪ Doing big things 'cause rap city raised me well ♪
♪ So one for the show, ♪
♪ Two for the money, rap city turn thirty ♪
♪ And the basement turn twenty ♪
♪ So put your hands up for the culture one time ♪
♪ It's the Hip-Hop Awards, 2-0-1-9 ♪
♪ Kimmy B so propane I'm cocaine and (mixes) ♪
♪ Every hit like a quarter brick I could ♪
♪ cold train you (bleep) ♪
- That's enough!
Bars! Bars!
♪ We represent the B-I-G to the fullest ♪
♪ Right now its about Q-B to the fullest ♪
♪ Honored, the best here it's freestyle ♪
♪ This is all off the head, me, its me now ♪
♪ Money make the world go round ♪
♪ Have some sense man, ♪
♪ Women only love you when they rent paid ♪
♪ I hope this make her implants pop, ♪
♪ And I hope this make them inmates rock ♪
♪ I hope they play doorway and give me a doorway ♪
♪ And show em' that they can't ignore me ♪
♪ You gonna think I got these guns from Cory ♪
♪ Y'all some explore page people, ♪
♪ Aint never tell his story ♪
♪ Learn the mathematics, ♪
♪ This the science take a whole day ♪
(laughs)
(mix tape music)
Ill see y'all after the show man.
Shut the (beep) up.
- Slob on my kno-
(hip hop music)
♪ Come on, squat baby, baby show me that out baby ♪
♪ Squat baby, baby show me that out baby ♪
♪ I don't understand why they say you loyal ♪
♪ When they wanna see you fried then they see you boiled ♪
♪ They lay up in that soil when they get a wind of me ♪
♪ You gotta pay a toll cause this life ain't free ♪
♪ I'm on the road to riches 'cause I stay trying a eat, ♪
♪ And I'm gonna get my mom out the hood ♪
♪ And take her to a beach ♪
♪ I hear a hard beat, yeah its type low cause ♪
♪ She stressing every month trying get the bills low ♪
♪ Skippin, okay underachiever, ♪
♪ Over the top, with a cross bite ♪
♪ High tooth, crooked smile that all [bleep] women like ♪
♪ Don't wanna wake the Gorgomyte, ♪
♪ I might turn to Gargamel ♪
♪ Catch you in the woods ♪
♪ And turn you rappers to a fairytale ♪
♪ Murder we know very well, ♪
♪ City from the nine, ♪
♪ Where's good life and peace until a, ♪
♪ (bleep) gotta ride until a (bleep) got to robs him, ♪
♪ Coming off the top yeah ♪
♪ I hope any dudes turning flow into a cotton ♪
♪ 9 Bred dudes turn a cot into a spot, ♪
♪ Look, BET and Imma give it all I got, look ♪
♪ I'm standing on the corner moving packs in ♪
♪ It's hard to even talk to my blood he got a accent ♪
♪ I feel like I'm still paying debt ♪
♪ For what my dad did 'cause momma love me ♪
♪ But I know she blame me for the madness ♪
♪ Don't compare me to another (beep) in this rap shit ♪
♪ They talk what they woulda did ♪
♪ I really took action ♪
♪ You ever seen yo big brother tweaking off a crack (bleep) ♪
♪ He I-95 with a pack stuck in traffic, ♪
♪ Terrified, but knowing the reward if I carry mine, ♪
♪ Sleeping at the rest stop, ♪
♪ Other (beep) was scared to drive ♪
♪ Tell her when I get that bag then I aint sharing mine ♪
♪ I was street certified before a (beep) was verified ♪
♪ School of Hard Knocks this the textbook ♪
♪ I still can't remember all the money that The Feds took ♪
♪ I just got taught to see a (beep) with the stress look ♪
♪ So I gotta plug and hire one of the best cooks ♪
♪ Yo, the clip is long as a banana ♪
♪ I represent North Carolina, oh ♪
♪ I take my life apart at night, ♪
♪ Porn and I got it together, ♪
♪ Just a temporary fix though, ♪
♪ Just like the cigarettes and liquor ♪
♪ Then the chick that I just sent for ♪
♪ Tell me where does it all go, ♪
♪ 'Cause the light disappears just as quick as it came on ♪
♪ I'm standing in the misty (beep) that feel wrong, ♪
♪ And its feeling like I wish that I was still gone ♪
♪ They try to hide it but it don't work, ♪
♪ 'Cause I see right through just like ♪
♪ A chick in a white skirt ♪
- That's-
♪ Man this gonna get somebody feeling hurt, ♪
♪ Or somebody, body laying down in somebody dirt ♪
♪ I been meaning to take you back to church, ♪
♪ 'Cause the Devil's on a mission, ♪
♪ And everything's at a high alert, ♪
♪ And it don't matter what they think I'm worth, ♪
♪ 'Cause I'll never sell my damn self short (mixes) ♪
♪ They said I got a old soul, ♪
♪ I'm a youngin' but got a old flow ♪
♪ Like I was supposed to be silver but turned to rose gold ♪
♪ When I was high on my horse they took a low blow, ♪
♪ And now they asking for my photos, ♪
♪ So yeah I took a break, but here I come, ♪
♪ Caught me lacking I aint run, ♪
♪ Generations full of hatred, mama scared to make a son, ♪
♪ 'Cause instead of raising kings ♪
♪ We turn to slaves and raise a gun, ♪
♪ Rather end up in a bin 'cause take my life I aint the one ♪
♪ Trying to pressure you, ♪
♪ Just can't stop thinking bout you ♪
♪ You aint even really gotta by my girlfriend ♪
♪ I just wanna know your name ♪
♪ And maybe sometime we can hook up, hangout, just chill, oh ♪
♪ Squat baby, baby show me that out baby ♪
♪ Bars ♪
(laughs)
♪ Rocky 'ana, hit yo Bae like a punchline, ♪
♪ He know what it is I don't have to tell him one time ♪
♪ Knock a (bleep) right out her phone, ♪
♪ Pause she gonna learn today ♪
♪ I aint never listen to Simon he do what I say ♪
♪ Mayday, mayday, everyday I wake is payday ♪
♪ I'm on tour now I aint stressing 'bout a check ♪
♪ No crack and day, day (mixes) ♪
♪ Get there right now, ♪
♪ Big cats this some (beep) meow, meow, meow. ♪
♪ I'm from a industry full of the blind leading the blind ♪
♪ My feet are float all the time ♪
♪ That's cause our ancestors crying ♪
♪ Too many black people dying, ♪
♪ I'm talking black on black crime ♪
♪ When they try to make you feel wrong ♪
♪ For right pay them no mind ♪
♪ Look, I used to be a middle school teacher, ♪
♪ Now I'm rapping ♪
♪ (Claps) ♪
♪ All my students clapping, ♪
♪ Free Mac and I don't drive a Maybach, ♪
♪ But clap for me 'cause I finished pass selling Maybach ♪
♪ Uh, I'm living my entire life in sin, ♪
♪ Can't firearms, like all I do is biceps in the gym ♪
♪ The fireman selling like half ounces to kids ♪
♪ And hope they smoking with ♪
♪ They moms in bins that's real, ay ♪
♪ Ay, we better press record, ♪
♪ Back from the green carpet at the BET Hip Hop Awards ♪
♪ This is how we instant replay, ♪
♪ Big Tigger up in the booth with that dude, DNA ♪
♪ Uh, ya ♪
♪ I put a dude right in the real casket ♪
♪ I got a part like Nas, I got Illmatics ♪
♪ Everybody wanna do it, it'd be real tragic ♪
♪ I get back in the booth and this is real magic, ♪
♪ Uh, everybody wanna play now 'till ♪
♪ The gun make you dance like you James Brown, ♪
♪ Word Tigger, right now we up in A-Town, ♪
♪ If there's ever issues Imma bus like it's Greyhound ♪
♪ Uh man (mixes) still charging ♪
If the game is to be sold then why they still charging,
♪ Young boss, they making raps outta nothing ♪
♪ I came from dice games why these (beep) still stuffing ♪
♪ I'm from Compton just like Eazy-E, MBC, ♪
♪ And you know I rep the CPT ♪
♪ I forgot my lines, sike, I'm back up in it ♪
♪ I rhyme so invent it, ♪
♪ I'm like a British rapper you feel me broth- ♪
♪ I need the food in it ♪
♪ You know what I'm saying, I'm a top boy ♪
♪ I'm flowing off the top boy, ♪
♪ And at the same I'm a writer on the show ♪
♪ I'm on the clock, boy ♪
♪ Yo, London, AKA the dungeon, ♪
♪ Shoot ass and stoppings at like every other junction ♪
♪ (Raps in foreign language) ♪
♪ Police in the end, ♪
♪ But they aint rollin' with a (mumbles) ♪
♪ Begging for the bobble, ♪
♪ But they don't even own that ♪
♪ You touch one of theirs, ♪
♪ Guarantee they goin' roll back ♪
♪ I asking for a knife, sometimes innocents dying ♪
♪ Mothers burying their sons, ♪
♪ Man that shit aint right ♪
♪ Uh, uh it's Chris straight from London to BET, ♪
♪ I'm from the gutter why they always think we sippin' tea ♪
♪ Yo my brothers, little secret wanna hear a story ♪
♪ Well we got stories too, real beats, blues stories ♪
♪ A little talk about how our streets aint hunky-dory ♪
♪ (mumbles) in the streets trying to get it for me ♪
♪ I wear my jewels so proud, ♪
♪ They never try and take it from me ♪
♪ My life's sweet, a stupendous confectionary ♪
♪ Yo, the gun burst, burst, burst ♪
♪ Guess what ♪
♪ All these boys is thirst, thirst, thirst, thirsty ♪
♪ This is all off the top y'all didn't try to prepare me ♪
♪ Lot of MC's came in here was acting scary ♪
♪ We came down, y'all wanna be part of the crew, ♪
♪ But let me tell you ♪
♪ That my white girl look harder than you. ♪
(laughs)
(hip hop music)
(laughter)