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I fucks with Hova
I want you to know
It`s something about you
I fucks with Hova
I fucks with Hova
Trackmaster`s XO
This remix is for you
Let`s go.
Untouchable, unbreakable, unshakeable, (it`s Hovi baby)
can`t see the unseeable, reach the unreachable
Do the impossible (it`s Hovi baby)
Yes... (Remix) Yes... Yes... Baby (it`s Hova)
First I had streets, then I had charts
First I had the end, now I have their heart
Rappers came and went, I been here from start
I see them put it together, watch them take it apart
See the rovers roll up with the ribbons
I see them repo, resold, and redriven, so when I reload
The number one positions, when you had them hot
And when your feet cold, mines is sizzling
When you see, niggas can`t fuck with me
Cuz I`m gonna be a nigga for life
Oh this is not a gimmick
This is God given, this is harder than
Mix with cris dom sippin
This is the most consistent
Give me the most hits that you can fit inside a double disc
And hold me a pony charts, you niggas vision it
This whole edition, Jeff Gordon and rap
I`m going to claim whole position
Holla at ya
[Chorus]
can`t touch the untouchable, break the unbreakable
Shake the unshakeable (it`s Hovi baby)
can`t see the unseeable, reach the unreachable
Do the impossible (it`s Hovi baby)
can`t move the unmoveable, stop the stoppable
Top the untoppable (it`s Hovi baby)
Yes... (Remix) Yes... Yes... Baby (it`s Hovi)
I`m so far ahead of my time
I`m about to start another life
Look behind you, I`m about to pass you twice
Back to the future, got a snow for the present
I`m fast, dude can`t get passed my past
When I close the deal with the perfect present
When I unwrap the gift and the curse with a different verse
And I`m so far ahead of my time
My grandpop just met my grandma at a high school prom
And I`m so far ahead of my time
These rhymes is weak
Till four years later, they on time release
Hiphop when you take them, cop your four copa
You releaize A track needed a autopsy
The more tracks I`m on, the more I catch bodies
If not listen, further you`re missing a murder
Like NYPD, LAPD, NYDA, OJ Jury`s
[Chorus]
Crush linen, what`s winning
If it aint him in the flesh, continue to guess
I`m about to retire my jersey, fuck Mitchell and this
I`m gonna throw back old school kicks in
Sixty-nine yeah, same year I was born
Flip the numbers yeah, same year I got on
Ninety-six, yeah, I used to rhyme with the Don
Shit out the big, Brooklyn I got this shit
Here is something haters can`t figure out
Who Vanilla first weed, man they still jigga`d out
See, I even sell CD`s in the crowd
The hardest dude out since these nibble`d out
Hovi Baby, love me, or blow me baby
Fuck you you`ll pay me, or owe me baby
There in and out
Check the charts, I`m wearing you out
I`m about to drop the black album in a year
And I`m out
[Chorus]
