Lyrics:
Uh-huh, you know, this rap star, Poppy Chulo
Jay-Z, Hugo, of course player you lost player
I know you rappers wanna see me fail
But quick to see a 600SL be
Ain't no stoppin'
Jay walkin'
Jay walkin'
Jay walkin'
Don't care about don't cross signs
If i get fined ima be fine
Cuz your pops bail me outta live
He
[Jay-Z]
Turn the motherfucking music up
[Cam'Ron]
Just Blaze, man. You owe me nigga
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Welcome to the Empire State.
Jay
Fuck that
This is it right here, baby
You know what it is
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad stuck,
with me, Draco make him do a dance
Wake them hoes up like Tanisha with the pans
Why they sleepin' on me? I don't even understand
I hate that bitch
gay for him
I can't seem to escape him
I think I hate him
No one takes my Jay Kim get down on the ground and obey him
This kimmy ass is for me to clap
wanna be mine I need some money
If she aint kicking in all the time she dont want me
Verse Four: Jay-Z
Hoes, flows, money, cars
Y'all wannabe stars cant
simple and plain
Visualizin' and realizin' my life
Is fuckin' crazy poppin' like JAY-Z
Dirty Dancin' on the game like Swayze
I'm one of the illest
[Jay-Z]
Uh, yo don't get mad at me
I don't love 'em I fuck 'em
I don't chase 'em I duck 'em
I replace 'em with another one
You had to see she
better Don't address me unless it's with four letters
I'm on a different level Grab the shovel, I'm coming for the devil
It's dame time, I'ma hit
I be that cold, be careful when I’m on the scene
Mash mode, I do this shit by any means
I be fresh though, they envy and supposedly
In my Jay’s hoe,
I be that cold, be careful when I’m on the scene
Mash mode, I do this sh** by any means
I be fresh though, they envy and supposedly
In my Jay’s h**,
they know it
Thats why, every time I slide by
They hate and show it
Now these haters hate me homie and I think I know why
Because my shits outta this
when I talk about it 'cause I don't be cappin'
This that time of year where certain people gon' hate me
Like, "Fuck that nigga Murda, he tried
need you, you need me
It’s time we admit you the Bey to my Jay Z, uh
Please tell me that you feel the same
Please don’t play me like you’re playing
Yea, Yea, Yea
Bitch is you crazy
Hell nah I ain't lazy
King my city like my name was Jay-Z
Way too much money, few dollars can't phase me
Made some
like I'm Jay-Z prob
Song will be laughter to my friends and I levitate
Feeling like 'BIG' yet stuck in HK where's the swag
People call me trans all those
me Igloo, stick who? (Motherfucker)
Jay-z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin' out for all
(Marcy) That's
me Igloo, stick who? (Motherfucker)
Jay-z and Biggie Smalls, nigga shit your drawers
(Where you from?) Brooklyn, goin' out for all
(Marcy) That's
Feat. Jay-Z
[Beanie Sigel]
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots
rocks like Colorado
Waddle off the champagne
Cristals by the bottle
It's a damn shame what you're not though (me)
Slick like a gato, ya boy Jay-Z
My pops
don't know what the hate is for
That's when these nigga went to hate on me
All these niggas hatin' on me
Young nigga get your bomb off
Get your bomb off
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
even when Jay-Z was lukewarm
I was gettin' my loot on, nigga I'm too strong
Eat til the food's gone, they placed me on this earth
The twin brother
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