Jay-z - Izzo lyrics

H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA Was hurtin' 'em in the home of the Terrapins Got it dirt cheap for them Plus if they was short with cheese I would work with them Brought in weed, got rid of that dirt for them Wasn't born hustlers, I was birthin' 'em H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so freezy Can't leave rap alone the game needs me Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy Cops want to knock me, D.A. want to box me in But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A Not guilty, he who does not feel me Is not real to me, therefore he doesn't exist So poof, Vamoose, son of a b**h H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A Not guilty y'all got to feel me H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up Holla at me I do this for my culture To let 'em know what a n***a look like, when a n***a in a roaster Show 'em how to move in a room full of vultures Industry shady it need to be taken over Label owners hate me I'm raisin the status quo up I'm over chargin' n***as for what they did to the cold crush Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hoed us We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A Not guilty y'all got to feel me H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up Yeah Hov' is back, life stories told through rap n***as actin' like I sold you crack Like I told you sell d** No, hov' did that So hopefully you won't have to go through that I was raised in the projects, roaches and rats Smokers out back, sellin' they mama's sofa Lookouts on the corner, focused on the Ave. Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed? Cracks in my palm, watchin' the long arm of the law So you know I seen it all before I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight To try and to fail, the two things I hate Succeed in this rap game, the two things that's great H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A What else can I say about dude, I gets busy H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A Not guilty y'all got to feel me H to the Izz-o, V to the Izz-A That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up 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