Lyrics:
see him sometimes
It's breaking my spirit
Single father, I hate when I hear it
I used to challenge my parents on every album
Now I'm embarrassed
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
noise
That seeps into the fabric of the sheets over the damaged boy
Belief I need to grab it 'fore it reaches all the rapid ploys
Screaming and I'm
anyones letting you make a sting like
“The Cover Album was sickening
Listening to Bling Face sing is making my ears ring
Say I need some autotune, bitch,
and fat?
Because by asking for salt you’re only proving that fact
You can’t hurt me sucka
Cuz every single lil thing hurts me sucka
Tough luck if you tryna
blunts cigar scent
I'm by myself and niggas run they mouths like auctions
To streets my brother
Fefe's my brother
And we stay on point like a fucking
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
the throw back
When life wasn’t so bad
‘Fore my past was so black
‘Fore I had my hold backs
‘Fore i’d grow with no Dad
Tell you what I really want but you
gotta get ghost,
‘fore I can bless you with a album, needa hit tho,
cye, I'm on these beats and in the mix tho,
‘fore I can cure you with these raps I
my dirty Jesse James
The CEO of dirty and he go by Cornell Haynes
Mean-mugging all you niggas like I hopped up out your dame
I'm like uh-oh, there
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
Happy holidays
Let me come here and talk to you
I gotta stop sayin' I'm not doin' this shit no more knowin' I'm cappin'
(Great John on the beat by
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
cats I'm done with you
From Joe Scudda, miss and shoot the one with you
Get it in with you, forget you
Put your little album out
Who really cares
'fore cash could rule me
Colonized minds by masters and slaves
They both hate niggas that like niggas the same
Homophobic, I tried to gang bang
I
Unless its you
It was my dream at first to be off spitting a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
'Fore I came out I would of killed
the snow, hey-oh!
Viewtiful Joe, I rumble, ayy-oh!
Look at the days, look at the days, how they going by
I be stargazing but I’m ‘boutta make a devil cry
If I
fuck it I love it here I call it my birthplace
Whenever I walk in they makin' the worst face
Surrounded by Fillipinos I think of the worst case
Watch
A yo let me start by saying (say what?)
I'm Sean Price motherfucker I ain't playing
(say what?) you heard me
Catch me in Brownsville projects
Tattoos on my body
Being followed by these Hotties That's ya Bitch yea probably
Get it Crackin Get it Poppin
I ain't worried bout nothing
Back
knowledge to uploading albums it's truly a miracle
Flu season I'm living and breathing even when I sneeze it sounds lyrical
And you could write a verse, but I
red
Hands where I can cee like Busta said
I lead by example, nigga - must I led?
Last thing you hear is shots and every cuss I said
Real niggas walkin
underrated, on this album
I'ma show the world
Stay on my pivot, be realistic
I paint this picture so vivid
I might blow the world
My baby mama tellin' me she
dream at first to be off spitting a verse
On my own album with a deal but shit got worse
'Fore I came out I would of killed a nigga first
'Fore I let him
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