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This song appears on two albums, and was first released on the One World Album. It has also been released on The Country Roads Collection album
Bed of roses
By bonnie hayes
From the album "bette of roses"


Long, long ago, where the tall grass grows
And the still air is sweet with summer
I hustle hard til I'm dead or locked behind bars
I'm a jet member will brought by a different set of laws
Roddy trap hard ain't no time for fucking
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
need, to leave restriction
Babble on the Boulevard to brother hood buddies
Poking in my pocket it's the E for the moneys
Jay and all the jokes that jet
Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
I'm feelin like the best, nobody - bring it back
Fresh off the jet from just fuckin with Puff
I'm
shades on, understand that I’m it, that’s that
Rock like jet set, drop aboard, I’m living good
Yeah I knew I would, I know you wish you could

[Chorus]
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
that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that’s right, where you check
open that front door
Interscope printed out right by the entrance, door closes
Not a metaphor, then I start towards
That front, that’s right, where
the teck
I might end up stealing you bitch
Catch a body hide out in the Jets, Jets jersey with hat to match
Smack you bitch I'm in the club with Mack Jay
So get your egg crashed, by my Hellz Wind Staff
While the feature broadcast is splashed to tell the news
Like Katie Chung, how the bullet collapsed
of the best, the worst of the worst) and more
Much more than this (still here) I did it my way
Let's try this one

Uhh, yeah, gangsta nigga!
Put my hustle
Ratin latent, and perpetratin 

My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes 

You get frantic, New York City, run and panic 

California, I switch
play with fire you get poured in a urn
You must have been puffin on blunts of sherm
All my albums is platinum, it's been confirmed
I'm more than
parties are the shit, forty mags by the scones
I'm fighting for gun rights to shoot a nigga in his dome
Click your fucking heels, there's no place like home
flyer than a motha' fukin' Jumbo Jet
What a selfish bastard no respect you know Dapps?
NoRegrets, I still Roll for my hood
And wear my chain
Fuck
son hit the lock first
We busted in the cop jerked
Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the bitch by her tits, she tried to say she Earth
We saw
of 2000, the T-N-D was housin
Three slammin albums, the face is on the cover of Jet
And chillin like it wasn't no sweat
Production was fat, with lyrics
mixed with crack, had him in a zone
Prepared for more shit than Depends
Eyes bloodshot through a Cardier lens
Niggas said Buns came through looking
your pick
Now who'd a thought this bullshit song'd have me seen
And every video and every other magazine
With more attention than a jet black drag
glock burst
They had the chains on, son hit the lock first

We busted in the cop jerked
Jungle popped one in his shirt
I grabbed the b**** by her
your pick
Now who'd a thought this bullshit song'd have me seen
And every video and every other magazine
With more attention than a jet black drag
Intro: 
What  what 
You over there Styles? 
Yeah dog 
Second album nigga  real L.O.X. 
Blaze 
We run the streets  y'all know who to bet (C'mon)
Verse 1: 

Don't underestimate the reach 

Here comes that city brother who lives by the beach 

Defari  work for Likwit organize 

Dodger hats