Lyrics:
we speak
Double H, and we rather be broke and faithful
Holding to hope as the world turns disgraceful
Spiritual war but we're surrounded by angels
nobody else
Fuck that shit ima make it by myself
Fuck that shit ima do it by myself
That’s not me I’m not myself
Michael Jordan 23 but I’m 22
Living life
and four albums that went gold
I represent a Benz, BMW and a Cherokee
And still the industry won't respect me
Yeah, they give a lot of respect and props
number
1, my middle name is Joanne
Given to me by my parents but Joanne
Was also the name of my father’s sister who I
Was named after she died in 1974
Matt Da Rippa outta Ca$h's kitchen I'm stackin' chips and I'm sippin' heavy
Snatch the devil outta Linda Blair then bring 'em under the water wit me
t'écoutes Y40i, c'est que t'as bon goût
Aujourd'hui j'me lève de bon mood
J'te drive-by, mais avant j'dis bonjour (Hello)
Ces MCs font miskines, je les noies
to buy your single, nigga hell no!
If you dubbin' this right now 'stead of buyin' my album
You're
CHORUS [Kardinal Offishall] (Circle crew)
(You're
And to think you could hang with me
I never would spit this game for free
I'm the T-double-O, S-H, O-are-T
I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is
on the grind
And I'm taking my time
I mean, I know you want the album but the outcome gotta be divine
I'm S.H.A.D.O.W. Superior and еverybody know it
Plus I
to H-Town
Flippin but only make one stop
Then I'm buring out moving shit to a dope house
[9] - Cruisin to the valley checking up on me campos
Make thirty
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
the gay community
As you can imagine
All these unexpected events not only helped
Me become the daring woman
That stands before you
But it also reminded me
won't forget
Come Back Home, the album's name
Come Back Home gon' bring me fame
Tired of people playing games
Know who they are, won't mention names
I'm
9 and WB
Who 'Yes Massa' on TV
What ever happened to Wheezy? The Redd Foxx's?
Never got Emmy's but were real to me
Let's hear it, two for
to reintroduce myself
My name is Hov (oh), H to the O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov
me
I never would spit this game for free
I'm the T double O, S H O are T, I rock all stages and any parties
Any my style is gettin' bank, gettin'
And you need ten for me to buy drinks at the bar
(You're Ghetto)
Ghetto's what ya are when ya think that your fly
But the homegirls walk right by
(You're
to Florida City, Opa-Locka
By way to Overtown and look at this city
Open to Grove and the South Miami
Wedwood Highlear, look Eddie, look 'Bana
Some many ice
Gimme me everything u got
Everything changed
Pick up Hailey or Selena media go stupid
MF headline tag go searching
When you got pretty upset I got
Rebel, renegade, must stay paid
Not by financial aid, but the break of hits
Causing me to take long trips
I'm the original, teacher of this type
rich
By any means
I'm gonn be rich
By any means
Paid in full like Mekhi Phifer
Your bitch might see me as an idol idol
Might just whip around a Viper
myself
They ain't like the kid they slime me
Up put me on the shelf
They don't like the kid I know they hating
I could tell
H-H-Hate is overrated, money
Oh yea
This is for my real fans let me talk about them
Right around with my first album
Remember that shit talk about it
You put me here
M.I 2
us
Listennn
Yuh, I got money too
Bris', I be comin' thru
Ca$h-Money, money bags (yes!) got me livin' comfortable (Yeah!)
Still hood, still real
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