Lyrics:
swinging
And yo, it isn’t gonna stop till that obese chick is singing
Pavarotti out a Maserati driven by me
No way in Hades you could fade J A R V, please
it's all a myth
Calling yourselves Gods? calculated risk
That don't add up in my head, it's straight blasphemous
She heard through the grapevine my album
[Verse 1]
These people gonna talk
I'm a beast and I'm Dawg
Imma keep it on a low
Always do it as you go
I always treat you like a bro
But you
a classic album
Something I can play for years just leave it on repeat
I hate the way the game is being played
I talk loose like I'm a few modelos deep
stayed on the raps 'til we made it on the map
By then, No I was my main guy
He and I was like Chi-town's Gang Starr
We had came far together, with a long
on the court, and we got next up
Now, This summer we got benz
We got Lex truck
It’s kinda like trading places
Huh? I never plug
But I’m guilty by association
So
debut
Album, power of the Dollar
And finally in the spring of 2000 it
Was ready to be released by
Columbia Records it represented to him all
The struggles
whipping down I-75
Got a smile on my face I pass by my old junior high
I leave it all behind
Through the cap I'm out done with the bullshit
In a cap
RECONNAISSANTE
This ain't no dream
This is me, this is who I am
This is everything bacchanalian Scandinavian by way of America America America America America
popping pills, I cope by rapping cause that's life
You wanna live the American dream, you see it in the films
There more to life than sitting around taking
nigga
Or bitch nigga, quick to click on a sick nigga
Where it's at nigga, roam with the chrome nigga
Fat nigga, bat against your dome nigga
I'm that
resident
Resident supported by the speaker view
Want to feel it in your shoe
Let me show you how
Platform witnesses
Witnesses, show you to my show-lab
a G-4 private jet
Bet you get more than grazed by the nine
Laid by the side
Oh you out of bullets? Here, take some of mine
And clowns hate how I lock
came in the speakers
Virgin Mary, this album was handmade in her fetus
And we made it elite, I'm just glad to say that he seen it
But he passed away
What's up, Pauly?
Yeah, oh, I, don't, know
If I can make it through this
No other way around it
Just gotta keep it pushing
Oh, I, don't, know
First off, I want to say you made it
You made it by waking up this morning
You made it by grinding each and every day
You made it by loving yourself
itself is enough to ignite
With that, all I need to do is to indite
What I need to do is to indite
I created an album
After its release, there will be
Why ain't you just tell me you was lonely?
You know you ain't gotta be by yourself
I know it's getting hard, but this a lesson
You're never gonna
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like 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
motherfucker
One by one, we'll start to subtract
And see how many motherfuckers got your back
'Cause when it comes down to it, we outs to clown
It's them
I hope you feel this shit
Top ten flow and it's still this shit
Went away, had to get away
Been away, came back and a motherfucker still the shit
Now let me see ya prove it
Just let me see ya prove it
Alright
The Pulitzer Prize winner is definitely spiralin'
I got your fucking lines
gotta get it by all means like Malcolm
You want these jewels checc out the album
Everybody asking me sypha why you hussle for?
They don't see
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