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Jay-Z – Izzo (HOVA) Lyrics

Jay-Z – Izzo (HOVA) Lyrics

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

Fo’ shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA

Was hurtin’ ’em in the home of the Terrapins

Got it dirt cheap for them

Plus if they was short with cheese I would work with them

Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for them

Wasn’t born hustlers, I was birthin’ ’em

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

Fo’ sheezy my neezy keep my arms so freezy

Can’t leave rap alone the game needs me

Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain’t easy

Cops want to knock me, D.A. want to box me in

But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

Not guilty, he who does not feel me

Is not real to me, therefore he doesn’t exist

So poof, Vamoose, son of a bitch

 

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

Fo’ shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

That’s the anthem get’cha damn hands up

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

Not guilty y’all got to feel me

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

That’s the anthem get’cha damn hands up

 

Holla at me

I do this for my culture

To let ’em know what a nigga look like, when a nigga in a roaster

Show ’em how to move in a room full of vultures

Industry shady it need to be taken over

Label owners hate me I’m raisin the status quo up

I’m over chargin’ niggas for what they did to the cold crush

Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hoed us

We can talk, but money talks so talk mo’ bucks

 

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

Fo’ shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

That’s the anthem get’cha damn hands up

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

Not guilty y’all got to feel me

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

That’s the anthem get’cha damn hands up

 

Yeah

Hov’ is back, life stories told through rap

Niggas actin’ like I sold you crack

Like I told you sell drugs

No, hov’ did that

So hopefully you won’t have to go through that

I was raised in the projects, roaches and rats

Smokers out back, sellin’ they mama’s sofa

Lookouts on the corner, focused on the Ave.

Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk

Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed?

Cracks in my palm, watchin’ the long arm of the law

So you know I seen it all before

I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend’s weight

To try and to fail, the two things I hate

Succeed in this rap game, the two things that’s great

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

What else can I say about dude, I gets busy

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

Fo’ shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

That’s the anthem get’cha damn hands up

 

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

Not guilty y’all got to feel me

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

That’s the anthem get’cha damn hands up

 

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

Written by Shawn Carter, Kanye West ,Mizell Brothers, Berry Gordy, Deke Richards, Freddie Perren, Alex Horn

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