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JAY-Z

"Holla"

[Intro]
Uh huh
Is y'all ready?
Is y'all ready??

[Chorus]
Holla! If you real and you know you a G
Holla! Deep in these streets when you pumping that D
Holla! Be in your hood screaming f*ck police
Holla! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla! If you real and you know you a G
Holla! Deep in these streets when you pumping that D
Holla! Be in your hood screaming f*ck police
Holla! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla!

[Verse 1]
n*ggas 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, n*ggas is taught different
I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slipping
That's why I eat, sleep, sh*t with my gat
Bag up, take a p*ss, f*ck a b*tch 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 sh*t
They don't know I deliver off the beeps I get
And you snitch ass n*ggas wanna peep my sh*t
But I'ma show you how deep into these streets I get

[Chorus]
Holla! If you real and you know you a G
Holla! Deep in these streets when you pumping that D
Holla! Be in your hood screaming f*ck police
Holla! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla! If you real and you know you a G
Holla! Deep in these streets when you pumping that D
Holla! Be in your hood screaming f*ck police
Holla! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla!

[Verse 2]
See what this game made, and of age I came
And you up and coming rappers know you 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 f*cking with my product
That slayed sh*t, I'm on the grave shift
We all know f*cked up money don't pay rent
You short with my ones, you short one thumb
You can't, come up short where the f*ck 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 n*gga day by day

[Chorus]
Holla! If you real and you know you a G
Holla! Deep in these streets when you pumping that D
Holla! Be in your hood screaming f*ck police
Holla! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla! If you real and you know you a G
Holla! Deep in these streets when you pumping that D
Holla! Be in your hood screaming f*ck police
Holla! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holla!

[Outro]
Holla! Holla!
Holla! Holla!

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #


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