Izzo Lyrics | Jay Z

Letra Izzo - Jay-Z
Get your damn hands up
Get your damn hands up
That's the anthem, y'all got to feel me
Get your damn hands up
Get your damn hands up
That's the anthem, y'all got to feel me
Get your damn hands up
Get your damn hands up
That's the anthem, y'all got to feel me
Get your damn hands up
Get your damn hands up
That's the anthem, y'all got to feel me
Get your damn hands up
Get your damn hands up (Holler!)
That's the anthem
Get your damn hands up
Get your damn hands up
Get your damn hands up (Holler!)
That's the anthem, that's that's the anthem
Get your damn hands up
Get your damn hands up (Holler!)
That's the anthem
Get your damn hands up
Get your damn hands up
Get your damn hands up (Holler!)
That's the anthem
Get your damn hands up (Holler! Holler!)
Get your damn hands up
Get your damn hands up (Holler! Holler!)
Get your damn hands up
Get your damn hands up (Holler! Holler!)
Y'all got to feel me, y'all got to feel me
Get your damn hands up
Get your damn hands up
(Push 'em up)
(Push 'em up) Ladies!
(Push 'em up)
Get your damn hands up
(Push 'em up) Ladies!
(Push 'em up) Ladies!
(Push 'em up)
Get your damn hands up
(Push 'em up) Ladies!
(Push 'em up) Ladies!
(Push 'em up)
Get your damn hands up
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've been anywhere in the world
But you're here with me, I appreciate that
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
For shizzle, my nizzle, used to dribble down in VA
Was herbing 'em 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't-born-hustlers, I was birthing 'em
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
For sheezy, my neezy, keep my arms so breezy
Can't leave rap alone, the game needs me
Haters want me clapped in chrome, it ain't 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't 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's the anthem, get'cha damn hands up!
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty, y'all got to feel me
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem, get'cha 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'm raising the status quo up
I'm 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' 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's the anthem, get'cha damn hands up!
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty, y'all got to feel me
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem, get'cha 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't have to go through that
I was raised in the projects, roaches and rats
Smokers out back sellin' their mama's 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's in my palm, watching the long arm of the law
So you know I seen it all before
I've seen Hoop Dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight
To try and to fail: the two things I hate
Succeed and this rap game: the two things that's great
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
What else can I say about dude? I gets bu-sy
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's the anthem, get'cha damn hands up!
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty, y'all got to feel me
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem, get'cha damn hands up!
I'm the definition of \"half man, half drugs\"
Ask the clubs, Bad Boy
I'm the definition of \"half man, half drugs\"
Ask the clubs, Bad Boy, that's wussup
After bucks, crush crews after us
No games, we ain't laughing much
Nothing but big things, check the hit list
How we twist shit, what changed but the name?
We still here, you rockin' with the best
Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks