| Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
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| The flow o' the century… oh it’s timeless… HOVE!
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| Thanks for comin' out tonight
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| You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you’re here with me
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| I appreciate that… uuunnnh…
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| H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
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| Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
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| Was herbin' em in the home of the Terrapins
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| Got it dirt cheap for them
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| Plus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them
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| Boy and we… got rid of that dirt for them
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| Wasn’t born hustlers I was burpin' em
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| H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
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| Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy
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| Can’t leave rap alone the game needs me
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| Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain’t easy
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| Cops wanna knock me, D.A. |
| wanna box me in
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| But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
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| H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
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| Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me
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| Therefore he doesn’t exist
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| So poof… vamoose son of a bitch
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| H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
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| Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
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| H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
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| That’s the anthem get’cha damn hands up
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| H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
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| Not guilty ya’ll got-ta feel me
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| H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
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| That’s the anthem get’cha damn hands UP!
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| Holla at me…
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| I do this for my culture
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| To let 'em know what a nigga look like… when a nigga in a roaster
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| Show 'em how to move in a room full 'o vultures
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| Industry shady it need to be taken over
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| Label owners hate me I’m raisin' the status quo up
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| I’m overchargin' niggaz for what they did to the Cold Crush
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| Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us
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| We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks
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| Yeah…
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| Hove is back, life stories told through rap
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| Niggaz actin' like I sold you crack
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| Like I told you sell drugs… no…
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| Hove did that so hopefully you won’t have to go through that
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| I was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats
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| Smokers out back, sellin' they mama’s sofa
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| Lookouts on the corner, focused on the ave
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| Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk
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| Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed?
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| Cracks in my palm, watchin' the long arm o' the law
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| So you know I seen it all before
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| I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend’s weight
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| To try and to fail, the two things I hate
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| Succeed in this rap game, the two things is great
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| H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
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| What else can I say about dude, I gets bizzay
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| H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A… |