Jaz-O (The Jaz) - It's Ova Lyrics

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[Jaz-O]

Its the one, you ain't serious nigga



[Chorus - Jaz-O]

The long wait is (ova)

My patience is (ova)

I took a leave let you breathe all that (ova)

You caught amnesia you (ova)

Non believer you (ova)

You the worst don't you know? no?



[Jaz-O]

I be in it till its (ova)

Look at your name, same as the letters of your god

People put it together

Ain't finished but you (ova)

Nooks in your game

Crooked and lame

Say my name, put your palms together

Where did you learn the verse

Get a burner first

That make all concern disperse

Flashback a few thousand days

When you were coming of age

F*ckin with me? Chief points time in the cage

Jaz dollars got you (ova)

But you ain't knowin

You got a round and them damn stand smith's won't roll in

Little Hova think it (ova)

Cautiously though you main ace (?) of course was me

Out of necessity but hatred had you crossin me

The flossin Boxster Porches be

You find out, you lost it B

Thoughts of my fifth

Drippin niggas like a f*cked up faucet be

Rap game put in work

Crack game put in work

F*ck you mean Jaz wouldn't work?

Grimey niggas like you get put in dirt

Turn a mother f*ckin nusience into a drop top human

Jaz-O takin (ova)

You know my credits

Ain't no nigga BUT ME produce your first hit record

Junior shows (ova)

Ashamed in a crime

When your partners got time and you out here rhymin

Memph weak is (ova)

Tweeta Geda is (ova)

Little hoes went (ova)

Board y'all over I heard y'all (ova)

The radio (ova)

No, no no!

Y'all stupid, Free puff I thank ya

Too dumb to know that I shanked ya

Too young to know my gangsta

Hows life? Must be dead

Runnin reds round way you used to rest your head

A'yo I heard Malik got jooks

Word? A'yo I heard he got jooks again

Word ass nigga

Y'all hardly kill, and y'all hardly real

and ain't no such place as Marcyville

Your exposed you (ova)

Best believin, the best man speakin

Leavin your (?)

Your problems ain't (ova)

Your damaged par'

I couldn't shoot my brother unless he was beatin on mom

Yous a fake friend (ova)

My patience is (ova)

Your hate is flowin (ova)

Shit got you goin over caught amnesia you (ova)

Non believer you (ova)

Don't you know? No?

The bullshit is (ova)

The world is listenin

I'm the Gene Hackman in Heist

The game's Jason Richardson

Play cleaner hack me I'm right

Niggas chose yo' fate

Jaz-O in a golden state

Shows (ova)

I told ya (ova)

Hova? (ova)

Call me copter I ho-ver (ova)

Fo's roll (ova)

Play dead, no? No?

Me? Doubled a gift, none of the curse

Read by the best though weathered the worst

Street niggas savy second nature never reherse

Except for the verse

And there are classic, plastic bastards

Marcy the Foundation, the game is mastered

Some niggas are grown, some manufactured

Some pack ratchets, and clap you backwards

And some run track like faggots

Lets go!

Move yo' silly ass (ova)

Word to holme

No show at my video, you worthless holmes

These days shit is overly strange

Some nigga walkin round Brooklyn with a Roc-A-Fella piece and chain



[Chorus]



[Outro to fade]

Say somethin

Say somethin motha f*cka

This Kingz County

This Jaz-O

Y'all know where I'm at

Lets be real about it

Y'all cant f*ck with me