Ja Rule - Holla Holla Lyrics
Ja Rule-The world's most dangerous DJCluemanati!!!Get ready Queens it's dat real shitHollaJay-Z-Yeah yeahHovah HovahWe takin ova so just Told ya It's murdaI'm here for that paper playa, ***** one timeI'm here ta break ya playa one nineMake ya scream and holla partnerWhen I blaaka partnerWhen I squeeze niggaz breathe like (breathes)We da realest niggaz we killaz niggazWe murdarazVita-Vita Vita to all of my *****ez dats ready to flip dollaz dollazLemme hear you holla hollaGunshots pop up like it's murdaJa's a murderaI'm a murderous *****Semi semi automatic in my Fendi FendiBag for any any hoez feelin envy envyIf you chose to but I got some killaz dat'll bury and use youIt's murdaBlack Child-Nigga this is for the dough dough, hurtin hurtinY'all niggaz is curteous curteousWhen the pound kick, round spit hit the ground quickPlaya Playa I hate Hate who'se flow flow is so soMidget niggaz who flow slowFire fire when I spit, full clipNiggaz wet em wet em whoever holdin the cokeWe'll dead em dead emAll my thug niggaz and thug *****esthis all it takes for paper if you feelin meHolla Holla(Chorus) x2All my niggaz thats ready to get dollaz dollaz*****es know who get em a lil hotta hottaCome on if you rollin wit me folla follaIts murdaMemphis Bleek-Niggaz neva nevaSeen a killa like BleekYou could get it get it in a second on these streetsNow it's Memphis Memphis and my gun bust tremendousYou aint you aint on my dick shorty but yo friend isIt's murda murda for lifeMe and Ja nigga hold that hold that hold thatNiggaz ain't ready to die but we did it did itMake em feel it feel it all 16 comin from my .45 digitsTah Murda-If you holla Black cal is all about a dollaDollaz Dollaz Nigga I'm from Homocide HollisHate Hoe'z dat love to swallow swallowWe original robbers robbers wit revolversSippin henny and renny and remy wit anyWit Tah spittin the semi spittin the semiIn any anybody could spit it spit it but can he live it live itIt's murda mutha*****a don't forget it!(Chorus) x2Busta Rhymes-Yeah yeahYeah ah yo yo Murda MurdaNow what you bout to do?Lay you out on a stretcherI betcha that when I get yaI'll make y'all niggaz leak from my lyrical lectureAnd treasure the moment of pleasure but when I wet ya (what)Split ya cardiovescular up from the bullets we sent yaListen we dishin our flava we cookin da kitchen (what)Like we cookin and breakin our la-ast pot we got to piss inI'm bout to cop an ounce of ? (how many wanna chip in)And get a bunch of wild murderin niggaz time is all we ??Ja Rule-Neva eva before foreWhatever reason you think you lawLord tell em I'ma nigga that clip it ***** it and dead emI'ma behead em for no flowWet em if they dry slowFunny style niggaz I'll lift like lo lozThen pimp yo broke hoez (whoa)I'ma I'ma pop pop and leave leave niggaz gagged and shotWhy why the ***** not I'm a murderer murderin anyand everything thats in my wayHolla Holla
