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 with cheese I would work with them Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for born hustlers, I was birthin' 'em H to the Izz-o, V to the Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so Can't leave rap alone the game me Haters want me and chromed it ain't easy Cops want to knock me, D.A. to box me in But somehow, I beat them like Rocky H to the Izz-o, V to the Not guilty, he who not feel me Is not real to me, therefore he doesn't So poof, Vamoose, son of a
H to the Izz-o, V to the Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble in VA H to the Izz-o, V to the That's the anthem get'cha damn up H to the Izz-o, V to the Not guilty got to feel me H to the Izz-o, V to the That's the get'cha damn hands up
at me I do this for my To let 'em know what a nigga look like, when a nigga in a Show 'em how to in a room full of vultures Industry shady it need to be taken Label owners hate me I'm raisin the quo up I'm over chargin' niggas for they did to the cold crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years you hoed us We can talk, but talks so talk mo' bucks
Hov' is back, life stories through rap actin' like I sold you crack Like I told you drugs No, hov' did So you won't have to go through that I was raised in the projects, and rats Smokers out back, sellin' they sofa Lookouts on the corner, on the Ave. Ladies in the window, on the kinfolk Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand Cracks in my palm, the long arm of the law So you I seen it all before I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true weight To try and to fail, the two things I Succeed in this rap game, the two things great H to the Izz-o, V to the What else can I say about dude, I gets
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