Lyrics:
what?
Skirr donuts i`m (soooo serious)
(Mack 10)
I don`t talk about it
I be about it
I drive by
& bust heat about it
In the front page you`ll
and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
Word to my born, dead by dawn
Got the right to bear arm, ring
different from a pistol in the trunk
So, act up if you want it
Y'all know me, I'm gon' keep it Olde English 800
F-I-Z-Z-Y Dub-Oh-Mack
Brownsville where
you couldn’t make a mile
Smoke a bowl and stretch your soul
I’m on a roll, stuck in album mode
Who else kills it the same way that we do?
You’re
Fire
Okay,
Okay,
Okay
Getting ready for anything, yeah
Keep my head up above,
In my head it's already a dub
No confetti till all of us won
You wanna
whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this
to say brrrat
Had three cigarette burns in his arm, he wore a gat in his clothes
He said "I'mma be blood 'til the day I die Fergie when you coming home"
he got another year
Even the judge wanna see that nigga get cut in there (by a Blood)
Tekashi really told on all of his homies (he a rat)
His baby
We in the mix
My brother Jett is in the mix
Emma Eff is in the mix
LGS is in the mix
Dubs and J Starr in the mix
Sam O.B. run the mix
Got my Whoadies
can't do it by yourself so I Got a team
I'm trying to make sure my hands off in A lot of things
And make you holler scream if I catch You touching my
you can't match numbers then you can't have the Head Nigga In Charge
And shit, live nigga rhymes artist
Pardon, P dub shines regardless
Remorseless,
The world is at my fingertips
My heart is on my arm
But I can't seem to get a grip
Cuz your body's in my palms
Your thickness has us intimate
Yea I bagged
squad, squad, squad, squad
All of them gon' shoot (huh), don't try, try, try, try
I walk in room (huh), their eyes wide, wide, wide
Third album comin'
thought finally had enough
Fire that's inside cant be stopped by a storm
Why we always thinking we know whats in store
One time for the ones that love me
whatever fee or publicity never lose your integrity
For years there's been surprise horses in this stable
Just two albums in I'm the realest nigga on this
the projectile pro, grab the trench knife hold it
By the edge I hone and toss dead eye throw
Ya head is where I'm gonna etch my Coat of Arms
Kingpin X, look around
still
have that shit in my brain
Yeah, that boy ain't with us, yeah, that boy is a dub, why he think that he cool with the gang
And I mix a gram with
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
is a bad habit. Call me a jack rabbit.
Just don't ask me to dub phrases between cadence
of instrumentation cliche as my favorite
Disney cassette in
a banger
Leave it at the door down by the coat hanger
Do me a favor, shut up and listen
Relish in the music as we locate our mission
Found Scorpius to align
Lyrical styles which is true
Done by the A the E the I, I mean Chip Fu
I drippity-drop on hip-hop
I love rub-a-dub because it's crisp
So you really got
calm when
I'm about to split your arm in
Put a hole so big in your noggin
That if you God body, you can fit the whole sun, moon and star in
You starvin'
the time
You think you can write bars like mine
Look in your lyric books and you'll find
314159
Poomplex poomplex
Poomplex poomplex
Poomplex poomplex
can't have the Head
Nigga In Charge and shit
Live-nigga-rhymes artist
Pardon, P-dub shines regardless
Remorseless, haunt niggas like poltergeist
My
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