Jay-Z - Izzo Lyrics | Lyrics.com (2024)

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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 TerrapinsGot 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 want to knock me, D.A. want to 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 bitch[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 upHolla at meI 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 over chargin' niggas 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]YeahHov' is back, life stories told through rapNiggas actin' like I sold you crackLike I told you sell drugsNo, hov' did thatSo hopefully you won't have to go through thatI was raised in the projects, roaches and ratsSmokers out back, sellin' they mama's sofaLookouts on the corner, focused on the Ave.Ladies 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 busy[Chorus]H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A

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Written by: Freddie Perren, Alphonso Mizell, Deke Richards, Berry Gordy Jr, Kanye West, Shawn Carter

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