JAY-Z - Hova Song (Full Version with 3 Verses) lyrics

[JAY-Z - Hova Song Full Version with 3 Verses lyrics]

Yeah, I know you just ripped
The packaging off your CD if you're like me
You're reading the credit's right now
If you're in your car
I don't care if it's winter
I want you to put all your windows
Down zone out buckle up let's go

Hello, it's Hova
That's right youngin, the wait is over
The new millennium is upon us
The album is here
Before we get into this shit let's
Get a few things clear
Rappers with no relation
That's 7 degrees of separation
And I'm Kevin Bacon
This is the murderous version
Jigga the shit
Even when he rhyme in third person
Hova the god
I should be rapping with a turban
Haters can't disturb him
Waiters can't serve him
Mike Jordan of rap, outside j workin'
Now watch how quickly I drop 50
I don't like playin', niggas can't stick me
Niggas cannot jam me, niggas can't get me
Slimmie at the Rucker wanna leave
And spend with me
I consistently take 'em out the
Park like Ken Griffey
Do you believe? It's Hova the god

Well I'm the ghetto's answer to Trump
I'm cancer to The Hamptons
$20 million of guap, ransacking mansions
Increase the noise pollution soon
As I land in
Don't even trust uppity white folk
Keep the cannon tucked
Niggas try to lean on Jay
Shots gonna stand you up
Glocks gon' pop, y'all not understanding much
I hustled for the ducats
Well now I hustle for the rush
Like fuck it, baby, I just love it
Chicks now, say they like the way I thug it
Since my album dropped
My stock rose like I went public
Ladies, I love y'all
But I love my freedom more
I love my niggas, love to see them ball
I love Beans and Bleek
Them niggas like my Peter and Paul
My disciples
And that's right, we're coming for the title
Do you believe? It's Hova the god

Whoever thought young Shawn Carter
Would change the game?
Used to rap to the raindrops
Off my window pane duckin' the plain cops
Pushing indo and 'cane
At the kitchen table, late night, no pen
Just my brain first album
Niggas loved me 'cause they
Thought I was poor guess I'm successful
Industry don't love me no more
But I'm the same nigga from your corner
Bubblin' raw skully tilted, pants saggin'
Damn near touching the floor
And I come with do rags
To your so-called awards
T-shirt with my chain out
Like fuck y'all all
Retrospect, ain't been the same since
I lost my dad
He's still alive, but still, fuck you
Don't cross my path
A&Rs had me feelin' like Moss in the draft
So I turned the league
Out with Reasonable Doubt get your CDs out
Let's go song for song
I'm the illest nigga doing it
'til y'all prove me wrong do you believe?
It's Hova the god

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