Public Service Announcement
This is a public service announcementSponsored by Just Blaze and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records
“Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerityThat I present this recording, as a living testament and recollectionOf history in the making during our generation.”
Allow me to re-introduce myselfMy name is Hov’, OH, H-to-the-O-VI used to move snowflakes by the O-ZI guess even back then you can call meCEO of the R-O-C, Hov’!Fresh out the frying pan into the fireI be the music biz number one supplierFlyer than a piece of paper bearin my nameGot the hottest chick in the game wearing my chain, that’s rightHov’, OH – not D.O.CBut similar to them letters, “No One Can Do it Better”I check cheddar like a food inspectorMy homey Strict told me, “Dude finish your breakfast”So that’s what I’mma do, take you back to the dudeWith the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklaceLet me tell you dudes what I do to protect thisI shoot at you actors like movie directors {*laughing*}This ain’t a movie, dog (oh shit)
“Now before I finish, let me just sayI did not come here to show out, did not come here to impress youBecause to tell you the truth when I leave here I’m GONE!And I don’t care WHAT you think about me – but just rememberWhen it hits the fan brother, whether it’s next year, ten yearsTwenty years from now, you’ll never be able to sayThat these brothers lied to you JACK!”
Ving ain’t lieI done came through the block in everything that’s flyI’m like Che Guevara with bling on, I’m complexI never claimed to have wings onNigga, I get my “by any means” on whenever there’s a droughtGet your umbrellas out because that’s when I brainstormYou can blame Shawn, but I ain’t invent the gameI just rolled the dice, trying to get some changeAnd I do it twice, ain’t no sense in meLying as if I am a different manAnd I could blame my environment butThere ain’t no reason why I be buying expensive chainsHope you don’t think users are the only abusersNiggas getting high within the gameIf you do then, how would you explain?I’m ten years removed, still the vibe is in my veinsI got a hustler spirit, nigga, periodCheck out my hat yo, peep the way I wear itCheck out my swag’ yo, I walk like a ballplayerNo matter where you go, you are what you are playerAnd you can try to change but that’s just the top layerMan, you was who you was ‘fore you got hereOnly God can judge me, so I’m goneEither love me, or leave me alone