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 Dedicate, Dedicate
 This one  here, goes out
 To  homie with the drink, nah mean
 
 [Verse 1]
 He said, I write what I 
 Write to make it right, don't like  I be
 I'd like to make it like  sights on TV
 Quite the great  so nice and easy
 See, now  can still die from that
 But it's better than not being alive from 
 Agree, a Mead notebook and  Bic
  click when it's pushed and a wack ass beat
 That's a track that's weak, that  got last week
 'cause everybody in the  like that's that heat
 A bass heavy medley, with a sample  the 70s
 With a  up hook that went, "stack that cheese"
 Somethin' somethin' somethin' "stack  cheese"
 Mother, sister, cousin, "stack  cheese"
 He couldn't think  nothin' "stack that cheese"
 He turns down the beat, writer's block 
 Cryin' from the next room, a baby in 
  some Pampers and some food and place to sleep
 That, plus  black Cadillac on Ds
 Is what  'em on track to be a great emcee
 Yea [echoes]
 
 [Chorus]
 One you  heard of I
 Push it hard to further 
  I feel like murder but
 Hip-Hop  saved me
 
 One you never  of I
 Push it  to further the
  I feel like murder but (it's what it is)
 Hip-Hop you saved  life
 
 [Verse 2]
 Reps north  so he rocks them braids
 Eleven-hundred  on his Myspace page
 Stack That Cheese got seven  plays
 Producer made him take it down, said he  to pay
 Open mic champ 2 weeks in  row
 Ex-D Boy with a b-boy  Glow like Leroy, you should see boy go
 Got  daddy servin' life and a brother on the Row
 Best homie in the grave, tatted up while in the 
 Minute maid, got his momma workin'  a slave
 Down baby momma, who  really had to honor
 'Cause she was  biggest fan, even let him use her Honda to
 Drive up to Dallas went to  up for amateurs
 Let him  a debit card, so he could put gas in it
 Told her when he  on he gon' take her to the galleria
 Buy everything, but the mannequins, ya  [echoes]
 
 [Chorus]
 One you never heard of 
 Push it hard to  the
 Grind  feel like murder but
 Hip-Hop  saved me
 
 One you never  of I
 Push it hard  further the
 Grind I feel  murder but (but, but)
 Hip-Hop you saved my 
 
 [Verse 3]
 His man called said ya time might be 
 They  your freestyle over Wipe Me Down
 They played  2 times say it might be crowned
 As the  thing out the H-town in a while
 He picked up his son with a great big 
 Rapped every single word to the new  child
  he put him down and went back to the kitchen
 And put on another  and got back to the mission of
 Get his momma out the hood,  her somewhere in the woods
 Keep his lady lookin' good, have her rollin' like she 
 Show his homies there's a way,  than that flippin' yay
 Bail his homie outta jail,  a lawyer on his case
  a concert for the school, show the shoulders that it's cool
 Throw some candy on the  chuck the deuce and act a fool
 Man it  good when it happens like that
 Two days from going back  sellin' crack
 Yessir [echoes]
 
 [Chorus 2x]
 One  never heard of I
 Push it hard  further the
  I feel like murder but
 Hip-Hop you  me
 
 One you never heard of 
 Push it hard  further the
 Grind I feel like murder 
 Hip-Hop you saved my 
 
 Hip-Hop you saved my  (3x)