H to the Izz-o, V to the Fo' shizzle my used to dribble down in VA Was hurtin' 'em in the home of the Got it dirt for them Plus if they was short with cheese I would with them Brought in weed, got rid of dirt for them Wasn't born hustlers, I was 'em H to the Izz-o, V to the Fo' sheezy my neezy my arms so freezy Can't leave rap alone the game me Haters want me clapped and chromed it easy Cops to knock me, D.A. want to box me in But somehow, I them charges like Rocky H to the Izz-o, V to the Not guilty, he who not feel me Is not to me, therefore he doesn't exist So poof, Vamoose, son of a
H to the Izz-o, V to the Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to down in VA H to the Izz-o, V to the That's the get'cha damn hands up H to the Izz-o, V to the Not y'all got to feel me H to the Izz-o, V to the That's the anthem get'cha hands up
at me I do for my culture To let 'em know what a nigga like, when a nigga in a roaster Show 'em how to move in a room of vultures shady it need to be taken over Label owners me I'm raisin the status quo up I'm chargin' niggas for what they did to the cold crush Pay us like you owe us for all the that you hoed us We can talk, but talks so talk mo' bucks
Hov' is back, life told through rap Niggas like I sold you crack Like I you sell drugs No, did that So you won't have to go through that I was in the projects, roaches and rats Smokers out back, they mama's sofa Lookouts on the corner, on the Ave. Ladies in the window, on the kinfolk Me under a post, why I got my hand closed? Cracks in my palm, watchin' the arm of the law So you know I it all before I seen dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight To try and to fail, the two I hate Succeed in this rap game, the two things great H to the Izz-o, V to the What can I say about dude, I gets busy
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