Public Service Announcement

This is a public survice announcement

sponsored by Just blaze

and the good folks at Roc-A-Fella Records

Fellow Americans

It is with the upmost pride

and sincerity that i present this recording

as a militestament and recollection of history in the making during our generation

H to the O-V I used to move snowflakes by the OZ

I guess even back then you can call me

CEO of the ROC HOV

Fresh out the frying pan into the fire

I be the music biz number 1 supplier

Flier than a piece or paper bearing my name

Got the hottest chick in the game wearing my chain thats right HOV

Not DOC similar to the letters no one can do it better

I check cheddar like a food inspector

My homie Strip to me dude finish yo breakfast

So thats what I'ma do take u back to the dude

with the Lexus fast forward the jewels and the necklace

Let tell u dudes what i do to protect this

Shoot at u actors like movie directors

(Ha-Ha This aint a movie dog)

Now before i finish

let me just say i did not come here to show out

I did not come here to impress you because tell u the truth when i leave here I'm GONE

and i dont care what u think about me but just remember when it hits the fan brother

whether its next year ten years twenty years from now you'll never be able to say

that these brothers lied to you JACK

I done came thru the block in everything thats fly

I'm like Che Guevera wit bling on I'm complex

I never claim to have wings on nigga I get mine

By any means on wheneva there's a drought get yo umbrellas out because thats when i brainstorm

U can blame Sean but i aint invent the game

I just rolled the dice trying to get some change

And i do it twice aint no since of me lying as if I am a different man

And i can blame my emviroment but there aint no reason why i be buying expensive chains

I hope you dont think user are the only abusers niggas gettin high within the game

If you do then how would u explain I'm ten years a move still the vibe is in my veins

I gotta hustler spirit nigga period

Check at my hat yo peep the way i wear it

Check at my swag yo i walk like a ball player

No matter where u go u are what u are player

And u can try to change but thats just the top layer

Man u was who u was for u got hair

Only GOD can judge me so I'm gon

Either love me or leave me alone

Now back to our regular scheduled program

(Le Album Noir) The Black Album

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