Lyrics:
points
But I can break a fella down like sex
You eat wheat chex but still light in the ass and can't flex
If one nigga front I'mma make more pay
'Cause
playin'
Ten thousand violins
Souls floating away like feathers in the wind
They said my last album I sounded bitter
No, I sound like a spitter
Who
down
I'll be in the club and I turn these levels up
I got bitches in my cut and they tryna back it up Ah
Coz they know we hard and they heard we switch
to the grand old hymn "The Old Rugged Cross"
Chill bumps appear and I am frozen in the web they weave as they reveal their
Innermost selves with the outpouring
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
And Southern funk flows from the
Past far out into cyberspace
But it's all bounded by rabid confidence and
The wide open humour evident in
Both the conciliatory
me about it
Well, the whole thing started at three o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with some little lover
When I
on the psychiatric couch
He said, "Tell me about it"
Well, the whole thing started at 3 o'clock fast
It was all over by quarter past
I was down in the sewer with
wouldn't go nowhere, took the detour
When you see the someone in the crack right by the sea shore?
When you see them brand new le Fleurs on the floor?
If
a sawed-off blast, 'cause y'all all soft
And I'm the black hearse that came to haul y'all ass in
It's for the hood by the corner store
Many try, many die,
[Verse 1]
My, first album had no famous guest appearances
The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist
Many years on this professional level
Why would
album, Ice Cube, nigga kill at will
Had to balance, Double M is the imperial
Niggas pay respect, they mail it in an envelope
Fucking centerfolds like I
making earthquakes in America
I ain't the Messiah but they call me the creator
When I said let there be light how many stars did I make huh?
Yeah I got
points
But I can break a fella down like sex
You eat Wheat Chex but still light in the ass and can't flex
If one nigga front I'mma make more pay
Cause
Baldhead on 42nd Street, down on Broadway
With Tony Lou, out of prison, my crew from Rahway
That's word Lou, I'm in New York, I'm here to see you
Cut back
old truth
Everybody got some kind of hell
Just different levels
Different demons (different demons)
Same devil
He don't knock
He walks right in
We arrived solo but we were bein' chased around
Saw you bein' cornered by some guy you used to know
Stepped in between the both of y'all
Said, "I'm
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
Turn the music up turn the lights down I'm in my zone
Thank God for granting me this moment of clarity, this moment of honesty
The world'll feel
And you somehow think you’re gonna
Get that level of joy
That my daughter had when she
Received those wolves and
When you’re sitting in traffic in your BMW
If you're dealing war, backwards stay far
We're dealing with truths and rights
Come some more into my sight
Yeah, in London talkin' to Rhetorik
to the light side it don't matter none
It'll be a drive by homicide
But to me its just another tale from the dark side
Standing in the middle of war
In
to the light side it don't matter none
It'll be a drive by homicide
But to me its just another tale from the dark side
Standing in the middle of war
In
Wind in my hair, I was there
I remember it all too well
Photo album on the counter, your cheeks were turnin' red
You used to be a little kid with
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