Izzo (H.O.V.A.) - Jay-Z (lyrics) \u0022Ladies and gentlemen Let\u0027s put our hands together for this dynasty! H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A Welcome ladies and gentlemen To the 8th wonder of the world! The flow of the century, always timeless: Hov! Thanks for coming out tonight You could\u0027ve been anywhere in the world But you\u0027re here with me, I appreciate that, ah\u0022 H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA Was herbing \u0027em 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\u0027t-born hustlers, I was birthing \u0027em H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A For sheezy, my neezy, keep my arms so breezy Can\u0027t leave rap alone, the game needs me Haters want me clapped in chrome, it ain\u0027t easy Cops want to knock me, D.A. wants 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\u0027t exist So poof! Vamoose, son of a bitch! H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A That\u0027s the anthem, get your damn hands up! H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A Not guilty, y\u0027all got to feel me H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A That\u0027s the anthem, get your damn hands up! I do this for my culture, to let them know What a nigga look like when a nigga in a roaster Show them how to move in a room full of vultures Industry is shady, it needs to be taken over Label owners hate me, I\u0027m raising the status quo up I\u0027m overcharging niggas 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\u0027 bucks H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A That\u0027s the anthem, get your damn hands up! H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A Not guilty, y\u0027all got to feel me H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A That\u0027s the anthem, get your damn hands up! Hov is back, life stories told through rap Niggas acting like I sold you crack Like I told you sell drugs, no, Hov did that So hopefully you won\u0027t have to go through that I was raised in the projects, roaches and rats Smokers out back selling their mama\u0027s sofa Lookouts on the corner focused on the ave Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk Me under a lamppost, why I got my hand closed? Crack\u0027s in my palm, watching the long arm of the law So you know I seen it all before I\u0027ve seen Hoop Dreams deflate like a true fiend\u0027s weight To try and to fail: the two things I hate Succeed and this rap game: the two things that\u0027s 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 For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A That\u0027s the anthem, get your damn hands up! H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A Not guilty, y\u0027all got to feel me H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A That\u0027s the anthem, get your 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 H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A H to the Izz-O, V to the Izz-A