Lyrics:
Life's relentless
The days merge to one, no sign of difference
Gotta take my mind off, find a system
To give me purpose like knives to kitchens
and this .40
Please, do not confront me if you ain't talking money
Take a little bitty sip, though I'm already foggy
Let it rain, yeah they all fall down,
veggies so I turn up
But the opp don’t like them they know where I’m at and don’t turn up
Life’s a trip I make a wish tummy turner
Do a drip I take a sip
the name of the greats the new and the old I'm Puerto Rican and Cuban
That means I'm half Big Pun and half Fat Joe (Yeah)
They used to bat they eye I
of your parents side by side in I.C.U (everybody lose)
Closed casket so they can't have a proper wake
Don't interfere with family business, that's how we
[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Mic check, mic check, mic check, mic check
Mic check, 1, 2, 1, 2.
Ol' head said reality is fake an' fake's the new real
Nuttin' but
drink an E-40 I drink a Maxine Water
And take a D-Shot
And this is done by choice, not by force
I didn't wanna burn her
It was either right or left, I
keep it coo lil baby I'm the trillest)
I'm him nigga, rev the engines up heem heem
Himmy neutron
Himmy turner
Himmy Hendrix
Feed me in the post I'm Him
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 mailbox
Right by the door, and!
I can’t do right by a hoe
I’m G’d up but through my eyes I see my soul
Too much of a player to go out with a hoe
See me in
it
I just rolled em up tryn get fried so ima burn em
Spent a stimmy on a glizzy nigga Ian fighting
I been getting cash got more checks than joe
Need a new arena by next winter
Think I'm ballin' too big for Civic Center
Uh huh
So you're just not gonna call?
I don't wanna keep making this a thing
him know, never mind yo, I need you to go
Take this snow up to 1-5-0, see Joe
Get that, come back with that, we can split that, sit back
Fuck, puff
the demons fear me
Cause I do it for his name
Never for the fame
It would be a shame
If I were to die in vain
Don't take me for a fool
Never sell my soul
no other way to get it, so a nigga started travelin
I tell a nigga, close his mouth, big brother, take you from your family
Don't rip your heart from
pops stuck up dope spots
Big black and mean with the
Fifth by the gabardine
What you expected from his next of kin?
I'm loco bro, but ain't no Mexican
I
up
Gettin' scoped by a hoe with a nigga
I know she tryin' to fuck
But her homie wanna play GI joe
Hommie you better check yo hoe before
Yo big ass hit
Nasty Nas is a rebel to America
Police murderer, I'm causing hysteria
My troops roll up with a strange force
I was trapped in a cage and let out by
Milestones next step I book a stylist
I'm coming up undercover climbing up the ranks
I show the gratitude I live my life by giving thanks
I take my
on earth I'd recommend
From the Boardwalk to the Grove
It's the place that I call home
And if it all came crashing down tomorrow
The 831'll take me back
That's on G-O-D
No cold feet
They stay hot like fish grease
With a big pot of them grits please
No strip tease I need the whole thang
And I'ma bring it
shit Like I'm Joe Dirt
I told Kel and mari to just stay down
And watch this shit gon' work
Wouldn't even take you hoes to myrtle you
Crazy as hell,
to Saginaw to Detroit
And take over in every club
Bootleg Shoetstring and the muthafuckin Backstabba
Ehh we gonna do it like this
I'm sayin what's up
wishing big, timmy turner
said i can't buy a queen i gotta earn her
nigga you touchin me, 3rd degree murder(STOP)
genuinely concerning
it's really a burden,
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