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on a moonless night at four
Past the reefs we hit the beach
But never got the promised air support
Assaulting brigadiers two five O six
Island expats C I A hand
hit that up
Drive by with puppy signs plastered on the truck
Then see how many of they fans could fit inside the trunk
Move over the microwave
This is a story I'll never forget
About the day my new car got hit
It caught me off guard cause it happened so quick
When I heard the crash I got
about month go by see I'ma be like buying her shit.
I bought her lunch the first time,
But see there trick that's nuthin' but game,
I hit it one time
The only way, for me to come back, is by makaveli
That's it! all these motherfuckers stole from me
I'm takin' back what's mine
Laughing you
We go wow, ba-da-da-dow-da-dah-ow
Either stand tall, just sit the fuck down
All the way from the 2-1-5th to Bucktown
Brace yourself, it's about
Timothy, where have you been?
I been in Athens, Georgia by way of Bubba Sparxxx
When the +Nights+ were +Bright+ and all the +Days+ was +Dark+
But now
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
it?)
Sucker free, confidence high
Such a breeze when I pen rhymes
I just got that air about me like wind chimes (yeah)
Another day in the life (uh)
murder listen, hit a suburban whippin'
Tinted windows ride at your wifey (Blah!) and I bet you miss her
Reload the protools and we throw the clip in both
on his Compton hat
Told me when I got older I would understand that
It's blood in blood out and ain't no turnin' back
Few summers went by and we moved
inject, force and intellect
When I hit the mic, suckers hit the deck
I come correct and practice what I preach
I don't pimp you or rule you I teach
gonna have a hit
You gotta make it fit
So they cut it down to three o five
I am the entertainer
The idol of my age
I make all kinds of money
When
and sweat between us
You're like honey on a breeze
We mix so good together
Just like sex on the beach
Calling my line, party outside
Top of the hill,
frantically, then I dropped down to his feet
I saw the blood, all over, the hot concrete
I picked him up, then I held him by his head
His eyes shut, that's
my drive
I ran outside, why's she tryna act out?
She's just about my size
Hit me in the mouth twice
Guys, when someone you die for sticks a steak
another suicide
She wants to hit those bricks
'Cause the news at six gotta stick to a deadline
While the millionaires hide in Beekman Place
The bag
on a dream to follow what it means
Was interrupted by this chicken that I used to cluck wit
Back in the days when I was movin' much shit, "What up chick?"
a pile of bricks
Sicker than the X6, the G5
When the trees light, the vines from the
Gal em said dem want meet the green vibes
Man conquer dem, dey no fi
servin' by the light post
He feel the breeze of the night cold
Feel the breeze of the night cold
Whoa
Judge us like we living life wrong
Only cuz they never
left him stuck him for his cheese
Now I breeze, nigga please, bang on
Bangin' that gangsta music
Dippin' with my forty-five
You niggas gon' make me
when ya down?
(Hit em up, get em up, stick em up)
[Master P]
Man, I'm bout it, bout to get rowdy
I ain't even trippin if y'all fools doubt me
[Luda]
Ow! Track-stars woo...hey... DTP
Let's Go
[Chorus: Bobby v]
She's dangerous,(Uh huh) super. (OK)
Better watch out she'll take ya cash.
It ain’t hard to tell I got money
You can see it if you’re blind
You can see it when it shine
You see it then it’s mine
Always on my hustle, always
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