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  • [Intro: Swizz Beats] Swizzy...Beats... [Chorus] Aiyo I cannot (Stop), I will not (Stop) AS WE PROCEED [Verse 1] Young Hov got the block on smash Put the gun to the back and hop on some ass Nigga fresh-dressed and stay poppin' tags Put the (?) on the truck 'for I drop the rag Bitches want to bring up the topic of my past It's legendary in the hood how I got my cash I'm legendady in the hood so I got the mag And I've never been a fronter so I've got to blast Will I flash... Not... As I'm not playing with you motherfuckers the casket drops You bastards not gon' assassinate the name I got Ya'll hear me though Young Hov got the block on smash And everybody and their momma want to stop my cash Everybody want drama with the top of the brass 'Til I come through hop out the cab 1-8-7 they ass [Bridge] (Stop) Somebody 'gon (Drop) Ya'll hear me though... [Chorus] [Verse 2] Young Hov got the game in a frenzy Twenty million sold all independently So when you mention me Make sure you got together your 'semblies Like he's the games J.F.Kennedy I started out I ain't have no chimney My ma was Santa Claus, well at least she pretended to be 'Til one night, well that's if memory serves me correct I caught her under the Christmas tree Young Hov ain't have no pops Thank God man I had the block Ya'll hear me though You young fucks got the game all wrong This is my life man this ain't no song You ain't livin' your rhymes out, you live at your mom's house In that tight-ass room, pullin' the cars out And the mirror pointin' at your reflection, killing yourself You American Pie, stop feeling yourself Nigga, you just a worker, go deal yourself Stop being a server, get a meal yourself Where your heart at, all that yick-yack, ain't nobody scared of your gats We got bigger ones How many niggas done shot at me shivering They were so scared they ain't hit me once Young Hov 'bout to go to the range 'Bout to work on perfecting my aim [Chorus]

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