H to the Izz-o, V to the Fo' shizzle my nizzle to dribble down in VA Was hurtin' 'em in the of the Terrapins Got it dirt for them Plus if they was short with cheese I work with them Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for born hustlers, I was birthin' 'em H to the Izz-o, V to the Fo' sheezy my keep my arms so freezy Can't rap alone the game needs me Haters want me clapped and chromed it easy want to knock me, D.A. want to box me in But somehow, I beat them like Rocky H to the Izz-o, V to the Not guilty, he who does not me Is not to me, therefore he doesn't exist So poof, Vamoose, son of a
H to the Izz-o, V to the Fo' my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the Izz-o, V to the That's the anthem get'cha hands up H to the Izz-o, V to the Not y'all got to feel me H to the Izz-o, V to the That's the anthem damn hands up
at me I do this for my To let 'em know what a nigga like, when a nigga in a roaster Show 'em how to in a room full of vultures Industry shady it need to be taken Label owners hate me I'm raisin the quo up I'm over niggas for what they did to the cold crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years you hoed us We can talk, but money talks so mo' bucks
Hov' is back, life told through rap actin' like I sold you crack Like I told you sell No, did that So hopefully you have to go through that I was in the projects, roaches and rats out back, sellin' they mama's sofa Lookouts on the corner, on the Ave. in the window, focused on the kinfolk Me a lamp post, why I got my hand closed? Cracks in my palm, the long arm of the law So you I seen it all before I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's To try and to fail, the two I hate in this rap game, the two things that's great H to the Izz-o, V to the What else can I say about dude, I gets
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