Jay‐Z Hova Song (intro) Lyrics

Vol. 3... Life and Times of S. Carter Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Hova Song (intro)
  • 2 So Ghetto
  • 3 Do It Again (Put Ya Hands Up)
  • 4 Dope Man
  • 5 Things That U Do
  • 6 It's Hot (Some Like It Hot)
  • 7 Snoopy Track
  • 8 S. Carter
  • 9 Pop 4 Roc
  • 10 Watch Me
  • 11 Big Pimpin'
  • 12 There's Been a Murder
  • 13 Come and Get Me
  • 14 NYMP
  • 15 Hova Song (outro)
  • 16 Anything / Jigga My Nigga / Girl's Best Friend
  • 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 millennium is upon us, the album is here
    Before we get into the ****, let's get a few things clear

    Rappers with no relation
    There's 'Seven Degrees of Separation' and I'm Kevin Bacon
    This is the murderer's version
    Jigga the ****, even when he rhyme in third person

    Hova the God, I should be rappin' with the 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', *****z can't stick me
    *****z cannot jam me, *****z can't get me
    Slimmy at the Rucka wanna leave and spend with me
    I consistently 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?

    Commission, 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
    Okay, 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 an American Commission

    Five ten years from now
    They're gonna miss Jay-Z
    Okay, I'm reloaded

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