Jay-Z - Izzo Lyrics
Ladies and gentlemen let's put our hands together for the astonishing(*girls singing*)H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a...[jay-z]Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the worldThe flow of the century.. oh it's timeless.. hov'!Thanks for comin out tonightYou coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with meI appreciate that.. uuunnnh..H to the izz-o, v to the izz-aFo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in vaWas hurtin 'em in the home of the terrapins; got it dirt cheap for themPlus if they was short with cheese i would work with themBrought in weed, got rid of that dirt for themWasn't born hustlers, i was birthin 'emH to the izz-o, v to the izz-aFo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so freezyCan't leave rap alone the game needs meHaters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easyCops wanna knock me, d.a. wanna box me inBut somehow, i beat them charges like rockyH to the izz-o, v to the izz-aNot guilty, he who does not feel meIs not real to me, therefore he doesn't existSo poof -- vamoose, son of a *****![chorus]H to the izz-o, v to the izz-aFo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in vaH to the izz-o, v to the izz-aThat's the anthem get'cha damn hands upH to the izz-o, v to the izz-aNot guilty y'all got to feel meH to the izz-o, v to the izz-aThat's the anthem get'cha damn hands up![jay-z]Holla at me...I do this for my cultureTo let 'em know what a nigga look like, when a nigga in a roasterShow 'em how to move in a room full of vulturesIndustry shady it need to be taken overLabel owners hate me i'm raisin the status quo upI'm overchargin niggaz for what they did to the cold crushPay us like you owe us for all the years that you hoed usWe can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks[chorus][jay-z]Yeah...Hov' is back, life stories told through rapNiggaz actin like i sold you crackLike i told you sell drugs; no, hov' did thatSo hopefully you won't have to go through thatI was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and ratsSmokers out back, sellin they mama's sofaLookouts on the corner, focused on the aveLadies in the window, focused on the kinfolkMe under a lamp post, why i got my hand closed?Cracks in my palm, watchin the long arm of the lawSo you know i seen it all beforeI seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weightTo try and to fail, the two things i hateSucceed in this rap game, the two things that's greatH to the izz-o, v to the izz-aWhat else can i say about dude, i gets bu-sy[chorus](*girls singing*)H to the izz-o, v to the izz-a... (*repeat 4x to fade*)
