Lyrics:
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
the fold out covers
And the crazy illustrations
I got older and bought my own records
By thirteen I had three crates collected, huh
And that's my pride, no
speaking
Through me her nigga like to play my music
She be sneakin to me nigga
Still didn't pay their tab
You can keep the money niggas
Flashing petty stacks
Inspiration, while certainly a state that can be practiced and multiplied, is by definition
Not a constant resource
Exterior influences are probably
the Yellow Pages under smooth shit
'Cause Red ain't down for the bullshit
Niggas fucked up by letting me make an album
(How come, rude boy?)
To get
over
Rapaholix music my team is so hard
Just watch the way we do this and this is no lie ah ah ah ah ie
The swag is not complete if you ain't spitting
superstar
I feel like goin' buy me a new rolex
I feel this album goin' bring a big ??? check
I feel like this nigga could just suck my dick
I feel like we
on the block like Whoo Kid
ASAP standing on the block like the new kids
away
God my umbrella, take the rain away On my knees today, I pray
God forgive me for my sins Help me with my ends
Find some new friends No more loose
fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,
Say I won't go drop a double album, and rap double time on all dub-step
Got no producers, just me rockin' over beatboxin' by Dougie Fresh
Say I won't
fast
I'm never fucked up to where I can't whoop your ass
You'll neck'll get snapped with bare hands, fuck music
Is he rappin'? It's cool but fools,
Check it out y'all
Ch-ch-check it out y'all
Two, two Live Crew
Two Li, two Li, two Li, two Live Crew
Fresh, fresh, fresh Kid Ice
Tre-treach Dee
how it was people standing still
The music was wack so they chose to get ill
People started breaking and fights would start to break out
This is
Leaving everybody outline i'm all about mine
Getting paid getting laid getting clothes
Getting hoes getting green back
Used be like everybody is a
Lil kid
Back then you didn't want me
Now KEDESHc Hot
Y'all all on me.
I'm still repping for the 9
In my New York fine Style
I'm still tipping these hoes Repping
feeling like I just might
Go home and just get stoned
But there's gonna be a new light
This I know yeah this I know
I've been feeling like I'm so tied
I've
It's not usual, the game be, all up on some South shit
Straight west coasting, you can tell by my outfit
Red 'nati fitted, "Blood in, Blood out"
drive-by (baby)
I remember (I remember), oh, when we used to have
Army fights in the smog, but now they gang-bang (baby)
Back when I was a kid, nigga
!
Niggas told me my music helped em' through they bid
I'm the voice of the ghetto, the heart of New York
A fiend will give his last hit, just to hear me talk
to my head now
Nah, nah
You bet I'm still bein' me
Hey, hey, hey
You see the photo on the cover
That's me showing all
Since a young kid music
Is all I
Artist: DJ Envy f/ Jay-Z
Album: Blok Party Vol. 1
Song: H.O.V.A.
Typed by: OHHLA Webmaster DJ Flash
[Jay-Z] + (DJ Envy)
Yo uh, dim
brother praised him
But that's when I was little, I don't really like any of his new stuff
Whoa, wait
I know where we're goin', wait, why do you have
And they got my new music on repeat
Think I'm cripping cuz them niggas can't b me
I'm so blind to the hate like stevie
Put the whole mixtape on a cd
Fuck
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