Holla Holla (remix) Lyrics

Holla Holla (remix) lyrics

featuring Ja Rule Jay Z Busta Rhymes M. Bleek Vita Tah Murda

[Ja
Rule]
The world's most dangerous DJ
Cluemanati!!!
Get ready Queens
it's dat real shit
Holla

[Jay Z]
Yeah yeah
Hovah Hovah
We
takin ova so just Told ya It's murda
I'm here for that paper playa fuck one
time
I'm here ta break ya playa one nine
Make ya scream and holla
partner
When I blaaka partner
When I squeeze niggaz breathe like
(breathes)
We da realest niggaz we killaz niggaz
We
murdaraz

[Vita]
Vita Vita to all of my bitchez dats ready to flip
dollaz dollaz
Lemme hear you holla holla
Gunshots pop up like it's
murda
Ja's a murdera
I'm a murderous bitch
Semi semi automatic in my
Fendi Fendi
Bag for any any hoez feelin envy envy
If you chose to but I
got some killaz dat'll bury and use you
It's murda

[Black
Child]
Nigga this is for the dough dough, hurtin hurtin
Y'all niggaz is
curteous curteous
When the pound kick, round spit hit the ground
quick
Playa Playa I hate Hate who'se flow flow is so so
Midget niggaz who
flow slow
Fire fire when I spit, full clip
Niggaz wet em wet em whoever
holdin the coke
We'll dead em dead em
All my thug niggaz and thug
bitches
this all it takes for paper if you feelin me
Holla
Holla


[Chorus] x 2
All my niggaz thats ready to get dollaz
dollaz
Bitches know who get em a lil hotta hotta
Come on if you rollin
wit me folla folla
Its murda

[Memphis Bleek]
Niggaz neva
neva
Seen a killa like Bleek
You could get it get it in a second on these
streets
Now it's Memphis Memphis and my gun bust tremendous
You aint you
aint on my dick shorty but yo friend is
It's murda murda for life
Me and
Ja nigga hold that hold that hold that
Niggaz ain't ready to die but we did
it did it
Make em feel it feel it all 16 comin from my .45
digits

[Tah Murda]
If you holla Black cal is all about a
dolla
Dollaz Dollaz Nigga I'm from Homocide Hollis
Hate Hoe'z dat love to
swallow swallow
We original robbers robbers wit revolvers
Sippin henny and
renny and remy wit any
Wit Tah spittin the semi spittin the semi
In any
anybody could spit it spit it but can he live it live it
It's murda
muthafucka don't forget it!

[Chorus] x 2

[Busta Rhymes]
Yeah
yeah
Yeah ah yo yo Murda Murda
Now what you bout to do?
Lay you out on
a stretcher
I betcha that when I get ya
I'll make y'all niggaz leak from
my lyrical lecture
And treasure the moment of pleasure but when I wet ya
(what)
Split ya cardiovescular up from the bullets we sent ya
Listen we
dishin our flava we cookin da kitchen (what)
Like we cookin and breakin our
la-ast pot we got to piss in
I'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 fore
Whatever reason you think you
law
Lord tell em I'ma nigga that clip it cock it and dead em
I'ma behead
em for no flow
Wet em if they dry slow
Funny style niggaz I'll lift like
lo loz
Then pimp yo broke hoez (whoa)
I'ma I'ma pop pop and leave leave
niggaz gagged and shot
Why why the fuck not I'm a murderer murderin
any
and everything thats in my way
Holla Holla