Lyrics:
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
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
ass, we ran right through it
You out acting like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
fucking cancer
when you lil bitch go crying too yo mates
well tell em sumthing i'll eat dem like fish bates
am gunna fucking stab you
slash yo heels tell
Ryders), DMX break 'em off
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Break 'em off a lil' somethin'
(And oh yeah by the way, it's the entity)
Ay yo, dawg,
his ass, we ran right through it
You out actin like yo' shit be tight
Get some shit, fuck it off like Tamika Wright
Get the fuck out my site, I
proper
And enough for one key I
See seventy thousand dollas
Now I was shootin' dice, smokin' on a joint
I bet with Yo Gotti
He hit five straight points
We
Ryders), DMX break 'em off
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Break 'em off a lil' somethin'
(And oh yeah by the way, it's the entity)
Ay yo, dawg,
know me, Chris Black slash the O.G.
So please believe I'm gangsta I control these streets
[Ja Rule]
Yo, nobody leaves nobody breathes until I enter
What's all the noise about?
Have some respect shut the fuck up
Driveby money talkin shit yo back the truck up
Y'all niggaz don't respect me but
a party ahk
Fuck a cop catch a body call it body rock
Blowing sticky on my grizzy call it milli rock
Mind yo bizzy before I smoke you like extended glocs
and I..
[talking over chorus]
Yo, to all my hungry disciples
Listen (let's talk) sit still, sit still.
Sit still (blackout) listen, the hungriest.
Kings,
slash Beat Yo Ass production man
Ha-ha, bout to take it to the next level on this one
Ay Smallz, let's give em another exclusive to brag about man
(you
Already bitch
Trunk full of yay bitch, PA to H Town nigga
Get on yo' money motherfucker
It's really goin down in the South
Sweet Jones biatch!
(Uh)
there?)
Yo, hey yo
[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand
What ?!
I’m buying the by the brick (2 Paints)
In the trap where I’m doing my shift (All Day)
Pull up get a bag and dip (Dip Dip)
If I make em mad
And you betta put a low jack on yo ho mane
I just call her boo
I don't know her whole name
Keep it on the low mane
All we eat is lo mien
Came from
in my Chevy 'Vette
Nah, you ain't ready yet, wetter than yo' girl get
Dolce 'Bana, Dolce shades, don't you wanna see the boy
See the boy, see
me, nigga)
It's been ten long years (yo)
You can not retire me (listen)
On the corner ready to bo', holding my nuts
Standing by my building,
in the phat Kani, it's
Just the killer in me, slash drug dealer, MC
Ex-slug filler, semi mug peeler
Demi, bottles of Mo'
Yo, simply follow me flow,
then I got a call from pete slash blinky jones
He said to meet him down a donny's house of pork and bones
And bring the little girl, who people knew
I'm like Gotti to him, I throw the shotty to him
Niggas don't want it with L, they like, "Anybody but him!"
Where Brooklyn at?
Yo, BK don't play
excellence
See I T.C. Oh forward slash president
East side resident oh so evident
Brinx Billy ride cousin black on black phantom 26's on the side of them
set up shop
And then we raid the hood (raid the hood)
Rake it up bih, rake it up
Like Yo Gotti and 'em (like Yo Gotti and 'em)
Ridin' 'round town with
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