Lyrics:
(Hit-Boy)
A man reproduces himself, through his child
So when he leave here, he can just smile
But I see fit to stay here a while
Maybe buy
I needed
I hit the road on the weekends to do a show
Ain't ask for money but they
Still gave a lil' dough
Just a bunch of wild kids in the front row
Tired of these rappers, tired of these jackers
I'm tired of these dances by these fuckin' backpackers
And I'm sick of all these hipsters, I'm sick
getting pass-ons, be by-gones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way
Was
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
Yeah, ho!
If I hit it one time, I'ma pipe her
If I hit it two times, then I like her
If I fuck three times, I'ma wife her
thunder
Now I feel strange when I walk by his mother
It's fucked up that's how the ball bounce
The cookie crumbles
That's what the guns do dead you
I been going now
I think all my haters finally notice now
Just made another album prolly throw it out
Know I’ll make another, I ain’t slowing down
The world by the balls, eatin' out my palm
Every album song I was spazzin'
The fuck out on
And now I'm gettin' frowned and clowned on
But the only one who's
a mil before my album hit the shelves
And I ain't talkin' bout no signin' bonus (uh-uh)
'Tics went platinum to remind ya homey
I'm not a restroom so
first hit off
("I Need A Beat") I Need A Beat, it was a smash on the DL
But everytime I did a show my name was misspelled
Can't Live Without My Radio
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
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
[sample of "If and When" by The Three Degrees + Fat Joe]
I can see loneliness, heading my way
The light, of love has blown out (it's a new day
'Cause I take two hits, and then I pass
I see the cops in the rear view,
Why can't a motherfucker chill in the car
Feelin' like Missy, why you all up
night
Verse One, Jay-Z:
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
{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
Wit my Uncle Run,
the streets
Dropped another album, make sure everybody eat
Cappu hit so hard, you gotta double back the thing
He gonna make a hit, be by himself or with
I do keep it blood like a Piru
I'm in album mode
I'll try'n get every album sold
I'll compose hits like Al Capone
Down the road, no telling how it
soldier shit
Keep on servin' 'em, 'cause you know we do work
Mashin'' in my Chevy down the streets of New York, they feel me
I smooth grip, and hit up
made all of my dreams come true
I toured the world, made platinum albums and I still stayed true
It's so much to catch up on now as I think out loud
Sweetmeat
By Pigface
Album:
I love all aminals but they don't love me back.
I tend to put them in a state of full attack.
You think I'd pet a kitten
or fee) Word
Yo, you know what
The next Wu-Tang album ain't even coming out until 2000
You know what I mean
That's just gonna come back with a comet
You
fuckin' way
But here I am, workin' in the studio
And your album ain't out because you're movin' slow
By the time you make one I'll be on ten
Hit the studio
scatter, it'll make ya throw up
Then I take advantage, you can't manage
To get up, all you can do is sit up, I get lit up
Hit up, Ice Cube tearing shit up
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