It`s Ova Lyrics

It`s Ova lyrics

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[Jaz-O]



Its the one, you ain't serious nigga







[Chorus - Jaz-O]



The long wait is (ova)



My patience is (ova)



I took a leave let you breathe all that (ova)



You caught amnesia you (ova)



Non believer you (ova)



You the worst don't you know? no?







[Jaz-O]



I be in it till its (ova)



Look at your name, same as the letters of your god



People put it together



Ain't finished but you (ova)



Nooks in your game



Crooked and lame



Say my name, put your palms together



Where did you learn the verse



Get a burner first



That make all concern disperse



Flashback a few thousand days



When you were coming of age



Fuckin with me? Chief points time in the cage



Jaz dollars got you (ova)



But you ain't knowin



You got a round and them damn stand smith's won't roll in



Little Hova think it (ova)



Cautiously though you main ace (?) of course was me



Out of necessity but hatred had you crossin me



The flossin Boxster Porches be



You find out, you lost it B



Thoughts of my fifth



Drippin niggas like a fucked up faucet be



Rap game put in work



Crack game put in work



Fuck you mean Jaz wouldn't work?



Grimey niggas like you get put in dirt



Turn a mother fuckin nusience into a drop top human



Jaz-O takin (ova)



You know my credits



Ain't no nigga BUT ME produce your first hit record



Junior shows (ova)



Ashamed in a crime



When your partners got time and you out here rhymin



Memph weak is (ova)



Tweeta Geda is (ova)



Little hoes went (ova)



Board y'all over I heard y'all (ova)



The radio (ova)



No, no no!



Y'all stupid, Free puff I thank ya



Too dumb to know that I shanked ya



Too young to know my gangsta



Hows life? Must be dead



Runnin reds round way you used to rest your head



A'yo I heard Malik got jooks



Word? A'yo I heard he got jooks again



Word ass nigga



Y'all hardly kill, and y'all hardly real



and ain't no such place as Marcyville



Your exposed you (ova)



Best believin, the best man speakin



Leavin your (?)



Your problems ain't (ova)



Your damaged par'



I couldn't shoot my brother unless he was beatin on mom



Yous a fake friend (ova)



My patience is (ova)



Your hate is flowin (ova)



Shit got you goin over caught amnesia you (ova)



Non believer you (ova)



Don't you know? No?



The bullshit is (ova)



The world is listenin



I'm the Gene Hackman in Heist



The game's Jason Richardson



Play cleaner hack me I'm right



Niggas chose yo' fate



Jaz-O in a golden state



Shows (ova)



I told ya (ova)



Hova? (ova)



Call me copter I ho-ver (ova)



Fo's roll (ova)



Play dead, no? No?



Me? Doubled a gift, none of the curse



Read by the best though weathered the worst



Street niggas savy second nature never reherse



Except for the verse



And there are classic, plastic bastards



Marcy the Foundation, the game is mastered



Some niggas are grown, some manufactured



Some pack ratchets, and clap you backwards



And some run track like faggots



Lets go!



Move yo' silly ass (ova)



Word to holme



No show at my video, you worthless holmes



These days shit is overly strange



Some nigga walkin round Brooklyn with a Roc-A-Fella piece and chain







[Chorus]







[Outro to fade]



Say somethin



Say somethin motha fucka



This Kingz County



This Jaz-O



Y'all know where I'm at



Lets be real about it



Y'all cant fuck with me