chorus
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
Was herbin' em in the home of the Terrapins
Got it dirt cheap for them
Plus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them
Boy and we... got rid of that dirt for them
Wasn't born hustlers I was burpin' em
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so breezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy
Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in
But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
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That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
verse
One thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
I watch the time go right out the window
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Trying to hold on, and didn't even know
I kept everything inside and even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me, will eventually,
Be a memory, of a time when I tried so
chorus
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Oh, they havin' a good o' time out there
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Oh, they havin' a good o' time out there
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Writer(s): Joseph Hahn, Shawn Carter, Chester Charles Bennington, Barry Gordy, West, Mike Shinoda, Brad Delson, Frederick Perren, Dennis Lussier, Robert G. Bourdon, Alphonso James Mizell