Lyrics:
it's about to get drastic son
Come mess with me and my boy sick, and you'll get your head blasted yea, I'm out
SickToxic on the mic
You all know exactly
what's on your mental
Your ole man tripping give him led like a pencil
Bleed like a menstrual killing instrumentals
My name in her mouth like a tool from
5 news coverage of you on the screen
Remember when you were sixteen
Visions of visiting the Sistine
Now your into lean
Fighting the regime
Not much
(Get funky)
Three, four, three, four, '99
She the new hero 'cause she's so divine
Unaffected by the system, she'd rather die
Than write a rap for
you motherfuckers babysitted
I smash the critics like a overhand right from Riddick (yeah)
Come and get it, shitted on villains by the millions
I be
of Jack the Ripper," what? Nigga please
I'ma push you further back than your hairline recedes
New York City, don't get it confused
Your song
concise, no need to splice
My system contains musical rap rain
Instrumentals inserted inside your brain
All levels rate low with a medium tempo
I give
on the captians rum
Get in my thing in action
Welcome to serenity
Block your last memory
Short term
Take another hit of this epiphany
Who sent for me
striking
stop
(Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's M.V.P
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me)
Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon'
don't get faded
Jaded
She looked at me said I'm sorry huh
I dont give a fuck about your dog I keep styling huh
Standing on these toes
I still keep running
you go inside just to realize
Either you're weak or someone lied
See, you spend more time boasting about
What you do than you do
So by the time your
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
to niggas, perfect your own speech
Shit is copper, it ain't worth the mic stands
Used by backup singers in Atlantic City bands
Niggas look on, and get
by his face, blast one by his eardrum
Piss run, you drop thinkin you shot
Screamin like a bitch, kicks to your face
Shots to the body that shake like
1. The Beginning
[Instrumental]
2. Better Than This
I've shed these tears a hundred times.
The bottles are broken, my well runs dry.
All these
Special
You Know I Wanna Be Honest With You Women So Ima Start Off Like This
[Verse: Drake]
Uh Look, I'm Bold From The Get Go
Go By The Title Of Drake
If I made a million dollars i would split it five ways
Buy designer for my mama and a house by the bay
Have my driver keep a chopper and a block
till
They callin' me ghost
Guess who just stepped in the place
N-to-the-E-to-the-R-V-E
Get respect whenever I put pencil to page
Won't rest for a day
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
buns, no more row row your boat, playing the
Dip by Freak Nasty with a few simple notes. Kilo A-
Li’s nasty dancer just for show in the class. This love
The spike went through the cross-tie and split it half in two
Thirty-five cents a day for drivin' steel
"Sweat! Sweat, boy! Sweat! Only two more swings!"
slap the shit out you hoe ass niggas
Look 5 that's 4L
Don't ask me you can tell the smell
Money I like rubber bands
Bitch go get your other man
I treat
LOOK WHcT YOUR LOVE HcS DONE TO ME - General Groove feat. Tai Lewis
(Eric Michael Cap /Willie Lowe)
(Verse 1)
Once the moon was just a light in
Guarantee y'all can't imitate
Swervin' and fishtailin
I might skip if y'all don't get away
Roadkill on your dinner plate
Roadkill on your dinner plate
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