Hova Song

Yeah, I know you just ripped the packaging off your CD If you like me you readin the credits right now If you 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 young'un the wait is over The new millineum is upon us, the album is here Before we get into the shit, let's get a few things clear Rappers with no relation: there's 'Seven Degrees of Seperation' and I'm Kevin Bacon This is the murderer's version Jigga the shit, even when he rhyme in third person Hova the God, I should be rappin with 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, niggaz can't stick me Niggaz can not jam me, niggaz can't get me Slimmy at the Rucka wanna leave and spend with me I consistantly take em out the park like Ken Griffey Do you believe? It's Hova the God Makes you think about the people in your life Then I think about BIG; what'd he say if he was here He'd say, 'Jay, what's it about? What's life about? If you don't go through as a man's a man' He'd say, 'Suck it up, take the fall, do the time that's what makes you who you are, makes you what you are' How many years you been around this thing of ours? Commision, 125 years What's it about? It's about rules, parameters You take the beatin for the friend you don't lay down you don't betray who you are, what you are You gotta remember guys like Taj, Chill, Ran, Emory They don't roar, they don't rap You know why? That's the rules, you don't break them You was born to be somethin I wasn't even supposed to be. humble Okaay so you humble me now, what you got? You got a war, you got global war You got a worldwide crime syndicate now There's no rules, there's no parameters, there's no feelings There's no feelings for this game So. five ten years from now You're gonna wish there was American Commision Five ten years from now... They're gonna miss Jay-Z Oahhhkayyyyy, I'm reloaded!!!!!