Lyrics:
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
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
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
Rod
Motherfucker jacked me up, rollin' 'round bumping
'Cause music's too loud, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, this is P-O to the G-O
Motherfuckin'
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'
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
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
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
Aye Rod, do or die, you revolutionized all styles of super fly
Suit & ties to every single Jordan, yeah, you knew the vibe
By the way, I still ain't
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
recorded was me and 50
"Hate It or Love It", I had more Cincinnati hats than Ken Griffey
Whole hood had them Black Wall tats
Me, Fase, G-Rod, where Buddha
altered the way of the allegory
Became H20 the way that Bruce taught me
True story I'm a descendant of Miles
Game couldn't dilute even though they tried
baby
Check this shit out right here, uh
E Pluribus Unum is the album I'ma drop
It'll make you bitch niggas as hard as rocks
Giving head
(808 to 314)
(we riding we cruising.)
Jer’rod Verse 1:
Boozing...down the H1 wit couple road sodas
Just cruising, something in the air got us
like here he go again
All of the h**s in my DM they got boyfriends
I just be playin dumb, I don't know what it is
Same bi***es you be on, I be h
does it come from?
It comes from me scamming the dumb ass bum bums
Jesse we have to cook, but we do it by the book
Millions of dollars, yeah thats
it wan nothing there
Bunch of scars and it sunk in there
Keep a rod in the trunk
Me and rod is too much i swear
You can get who you want I swear
Line
be faking I be really hustling, Speero you know he going for the win
Me and my CEO, we on the album we finna go ten for ten
Ain't no nigga that can
To the top wit my niggas
Pop wit my niggas
Drive by in whips, rock rocks wit my niggas
Break day on the hottest block wit my niggas
Just cause I
[DMX]
P-H-I-L-L-Y
North west south west south side
Spit it for them bitches and
Niggas who stay fly
B-Mack, Roc-a-fella till I die
Met Jay, dropped on a album in
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