Lyrics:
cats I'm done with you
From Joe Scudda, miss and shoot the one with you
Get it in with you, forget you
Put your little album out
Who really cares
today, he'll beat it, Joe Frazier
My Guccis, I went all-blue, Nipsey feet (feet)
You see diamonds on my neck, that's Water by G (G)
She went brazy
the hills to the best
I prove that I'm witty by usin my mind
I spit from my heart so you don't confuse
Me with other crews in my city
Cause I am the hardest
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
Niggas in the city were it's beef
Drop a album for the whole youth niggas know it's real
Member going to the food stamps office with my pops that
has been waiting
My soul anticipating your love, your love, your love
Ladies and gentlemen,
I have the pleasure to present on my album
Mr. Dizzy
Tattoos on my body
Being followed by these Hotties That's ya Bitch yea probably
Get it Crackin Get it Poppin
I ain't worried bout nothing
Back
the demons fear me
Cause I do it for his name
Never for the fame
It would be a shame
If I were to die in vain
Don't take me for a fool
Never sell my soul
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
something
I ain't never gonna sell my soul for nothing
Have a dream, the stars aligning
Have a team, it's all God's timing
Mad at me, not compromising
She may
waiting
For it to turn green, what you mean?
My soul is never for sale
My youngin' just did a twelve, he home
He ringing bells wish him well
Me and mines
What are you guys havin', the same?
Waiter another round for the gang
It's strange how I always felt outta place
Joe The Butcher's my ace, but in
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
Little by little by little by little
I'm going crazy
In reality I'm just an average Joe
a bottle of rose so let's try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe
And I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
They're built like light
a bottle of rose so let's try it
We'll pick up Hazy Davy and Killer Joe
And I'll take you all out to where the gypsy angels go
They're built like light
shits, at like forty-seven cops
Call me Doc D, get on my dick, you carbon copy
I just illegally downloaded the Kid Cudi album (great scott)
And got
to Joe Crack the flow crack
I sit back sip cognac sample soul like Womack
Black out like Kodak, these streets cold I know that
So pay attention, if you
that's crowned, to rule the sound
Fly world renowned, from town to town
My hat's my helmet, my mic's my sword
My ?'s by the door so praise the lord
baby
See I go right back and I bring 'em in baby
Business mind of a Ross Perot, but never lost my soul
Crossed the line, I bought pop across the row
sell my soul or turn pompous
You don't get me get yo Webster
I'm so Tribeca
SoHo trendy
The hobos Fendi and the shoes do match Chyna Whyte is blessed
I
This song appears on four albums, and was first released on the Autograph Album, and has also been released on the Greatest Hits Vol 3, John Denver
dumb pricks wanna see me leave but we're staying
I need to drop my album for the streets, what we saying
Let me drop it for the people
Heard the first
get them fantasies
Just by passing me in the street uh
Y'all Never catch me- prospect athletes
In my bag g, you know that jansport
Came in the game
serious
That's why I expose my soul to the globe, the world
I'm tryin' to make it better for these little boys and girls
I'm not just another individual
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