JAY-Z — Hova Song Full Version with 3 Verses

Yeah, I know you just ripped the packaging off your CD If you're like me, you're reading the credits right now If you're 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 ... [Verse 1] Hello, it's Hova That's right youngin, the wait is over The new millennium is upon us, the album is here Before we get into this shit let's get a few things clear Rappers with no relation, that's 7 degrees of separation And I'm Kevin Bacon This is the murderous version Jigga the shit, even when he rhyme in third person Hova the god, I should be rapping with a 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', niggas can't stick me Niggas cannot jam me, niggas can't get me Slimmie at the Rucker wanna leave and spend with me I consistently take 'em out the park like Ken Griffey Do you believe? It's Hova the god ... [Verse 2] Well I'm the ghetto's answer to Trump I'm cancer to The Hamptons $20 million of guap, ransacking mansions Increase the noise pollution soon as I land in Don't even trust uppity white folk, keep the cannon tucked Niggas try to lean on Jay, shots gonna stand you up Glocks gon' pop, y'all not understanding much I hustled for the ducats, well now I hustle for the rush Like fuck it, baby, I just love it Chicks now, say they like the way I thug it Since my album dropped, my stock rose ... like I went public Ladies, I love y'all, but I love my freedom more I love my niggas, love to see them ball I love Beans and Bleek Them niggas like my Peter and Paul My disciples And that's right, we're coming for the title Do you believe? It's Hova the god ... [Verse 3] Whoever thought young Shawn Carter would change the game? Used to rap to the raindrops off my window pane Duckin' the plain cops, pushing indo and 'cane At the kitchen table, late night, no pen, just my brain First album, niggas loved me 'cause they thought I was poor Guess I'm successful, industry don't love me no more But I'm the same nigga from your corner, bubblin' raw Skully tilted, pants saggin', damn near touching the floor And I come with do-rags to your so-called awards T-shirt with my chain out, like fuck y'all all Retrospect, ain't been the same since I lost my dad He's still alive, but still, fuck you, don't cross my path A&Rs had me feelin' like Moss in the draft So I turned the league out with Reasonable Doubt Get your CDs out Let's go song for song I'm the illest nigga doing it 'til y'all prove me wrong Do you believe? It's Hova the god ...