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Holla Lyrics - Artist : Jay-Z
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Is y'all ready? Is y'all ready?? Holler! If you're real and you know you're a G Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!" Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef Holler! If you're real and you know you're a G Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!" Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef Holler! Niggas say I'm focused now, they know that's my style But dog, I'm on the block with that coke and a smile I still got the crack heads I.D And they know, I collect for the first and fifteenth I still take cabs to that capsule spot For them 31 illusions and them purple tops And the game ain't change, niggas is taught different I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slipping That's why I eat, sleep, shit with my gat Bag up, take a piss, fuck a bitch with my gat And I done sold it all from crack to marijuana You can't deny it, I'm in hoods like Time Warner Beat cop, take away, I keep my shit They don't know I deliver off the beeps I get And you snitch-ass niggas wanna peep my shit But I'ma show you how deep into these streets I get Holler! If you're real and you know you a G Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!" Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef Holler! If you're real and you know you a G Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!" Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef Holler! See what this game made, and of age I came And you up-and-coming rappers know you're young to this game I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again I don't need no applaud to clap again Let alone, no award from rap to win Talk drama, get yourself wrapped up in Severe head trauma, get beat with the nine llama Cut your hand off if you're fucking with my product That slayed shit, I'm on the grave shift We all know fucked-up money don't pay rent You're short with my ones, you're short one thumb You can't come up short where the fuck I'm from We got dues to pay, new tools to spray Who's to say, Bleek won't make news today You know the Uz'll spray if you refuse to pay And I move the yay nigga day by day Holler! If you're real and you know you're a G Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!" Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef Holler! If you're real and you know you're a G Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!" Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef Holler! Holler! Holler! Holler! Holler! |
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