Lyrics:
Three passports, Three first class tickets to the money
Straight flights
I live by the cold war
Drove from round the globe
All I need is
down, tore the game up nigga
Took your high score down, put my name up nigga
Tore the doors down 'til the Hall of Fame is Jigga
I did it my way (and
and I'm low on money
This addiction running it's toll on me
I wish I could quit, but it's not that easy
I've tasted failure, I've slept at it's door
It
first album I was sitting
on the steps in front of my apartment when a gypsy
woman passed by. She stopped and asked me if I would
like my fortune read
myself how
To barricade the door
I won't go there anymore
Overcome by circumstance, separated by consequence
I fell lower than before, lower than I
put on my rap album
Tryna chase the feelin'
Gotta fuckin' trap pack 'em
We got glass matchin' and I'm thinkin'
"How would that happen?"
Kid brings his
snitch
Hood nigga principles
Abide by it, live by it, die by it, nigga
Even when I'm finga fuckin' hoes
Finga on tha trigga diamonds in my crucifix
Feelin'
down (tell 'em girl)
Ay yo, my rolls be Liberace
And my bedroom is off the hook all day, designed by Versace
Y'all just watch me, this is how I blow
she mop it (mop it)
She lick it, she top it
The bitches, they swappin' (swappin')
Don't try me, it's by me (by me)
Feel me, it's on me (on me,
an album, get classes
[Chorus]
Look around your surrounded by the M-O-B-D-E-E-P
Infamous niggas rep Queensbridge housing P's
My dunns come through
never knowing why
I'm thinking about
Leaving the army
Turning in my uniform
As always awakened
By the old explosions
Just outside of my door
Even
some things, get it by any means
I disappear then reappear with a new scheme
I got fans now, I got fans down
Who can't wait till the album's out
I
lessons, getting noticed by professors
But my sleep ain't getting better, counting sheep along with Deckard
I been eating like I'm Lecter, but I source my
I think she meant that life isn't passing me by (Passing me by)
But that I'm passing life too fast for me to realize
All we love one day will seize
it up
I'm back to numb
The past is strung
In every single fuckin rap I've sung
I've had enough
Got my heart broken by a bitch
I wrote an album about it
the way to live and behave and coexist[01:45.07]But most forget the "co" part[01:46.92]I sit back and listen to first albums like So Hard by Lil
you scared to look inside?
Can't fit through the needle's eye?
Am I grotesque when spread wide?
Some doors will never be pried
Or is it not me you fear?
floor
Shorty's done with my shit so she left and slammed the door
On the real I keep it real under the moon and the sun
It's in my DNA and blood live by
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
(performed by jackson browne and bonnie raitt on the pete seeger tribute album where have all the flowers gone;1998)
Jackson:
When I was a young man
the thorough?
BK forever representin' my borough
Push fly whips, quick to stack my chips
Too easy for you to understand my hits
When the album drops every
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
Nigga, mine real
That Rollie you wearin' foolery, nigga
Mine real
I'm selling narcotics, so you know how come
I'm still balling on niggas without an album
album baby, I came back around
By myself this time, back off the wall
Guns up in the air in the middle of the streets like blak blak blak, welcome
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