Lyrics:
Okay, I'm reloaded!
You motherfuckers, think you big time?
Fuckin with Jay-Z, you gon' die, big time!
Here come the "Pain"
Jigga (Jigga), Bigga
better moves
Please don't take it personal
Be transformed, let em mold you
Old me, that's old news
New me, I'm made new
I'm cooking rapper's brunswick stew
here
To give y’all the truth
Jay Z, call me
Bruh! You still ain’t calling me! Jay
Z, call me! Aye, bruh, I
Know you got killers
Please don’t send them
know Jay
If you don't believe me then
Who you know who can spit till he pop the real
Never thought about rappin' 'til he coped his deal
I really
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
Feat. Jay-Z
[Beanie Sigel]
Bare witness to the greatest, can't beat us, join us
Keep heaters on us, wit red lasers
Now fair warning, sure shots
like I'm Jay-Z prob
Song will be laughter to my friends and I levitate
Feeling like 'BIG' yet stuck in HK where's the swag
People call me trans all those
I pluck holes in niggas, like donuts
And still down to die for all my soldiers, like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud, bringin' war
I pluck holes in niggas, like donuts
And still down to die for all my soldiers, like hillbillies
They don't fear me, so we feud, bringin' war
the sound of this
Guy on stand by jay-Z's half the reason why
Poor poets are held at bay
Lyrics sharp as a ginsu for you
And other people to sway
Back
my nigga, I'm on my grind
Afraid of the dark, so I'm forced to shine
Let them guns blam, bitch, you know I am
I go Kanye, Jay-Z ham it's the summer
Any ill feelings I harbor y'all can
Blame it on the vibe
Don't know when to let go
And let young souls die
See a nigga diss me, ain’t nothing new
Hot pink, Valentine red
Black balloons, over my head
Let it float, let it float, let it float, let it float
Let it float, let it float by me
Let
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
This that New York shit Jay-Z and Nas
Big and Pun, Cam and Meth don't disrespect (uh)
This that New York shit Jay-Z and Nas
Big and Pun, Cam and Meth
of disgust
Hating but still trying to be like us
Verse One: Jay-Z
Twist the lime on the corona, grab my crime diploma
Then head to the block, to pull
a minute, I see my man over there, Jay-Z
Jay-Z, Dame Dash let me hear that lil' tape of yours, and it's fat
Why don't you come up here and kick a lil'
that would
die for his daughter, just to let her breathe
And I'd definitely die for Jesus cause he died for me
Give my eyes to Stevie Wonder just
I feel it's time we shape back up, baby
It's that time of year again
Don't Come Outside, Vol. 2 on the way
Y'all only rock with me 'cause I'm
'Member when you used to throw shade on your new crew
Tryna put up fronts, but they'll break just like me and you
And Jay, I know it's been a long time
If you locked in the box keep, makin' it through
Do your time, do your time, don't let your time do you
You lookin' at a man that would
Die for his
enough to let your waist show
Top like a rock star, I got a fast car
We can cruise the city, doin a buck-sixty
[Chorus]
[Jay-Z]
"He did it again!"
dreams with no delay
I can feel em' getting near
I can feel it in the air
Like trees, I'll help you grow
Light breeze, Just let me flow
Calm seas, Don't
veins so I'm strong
(Ha ha ha)
Bye bye bye, let's get high and ride
Oh, how do we do these niggaz but I'm not gon' cry
I'm a Bad Boy killa, Jay-Z die too
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