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    Jay-Z / Lyrics

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    "Holla" Lyrics

    Jay-Z feat. Memphis Bleek

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    Genre:Hip-Hop
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    Uh huh
    Is y'all ready?
    Is y'all ready??

    HOOK x2:
    Holla!
    If you real and you know you a G
    Holla!
    Deep in these streets when you pumpin that D
    Holla!
    Be in your hood screamin fuck police
    Holla!
    You keep a gun and you bust for beef

    [Verse 1]
    Niggas say I'm focused now, they know that's my style
    But dogg, 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 aint change, niggas is taught different
    I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slippin
    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 Tom 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

    HOOK

    [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 lime-a
    Cut your hand off if you fuckin with my product
    That slayed shit, I'm on the grave shift
    We all know fucked up money don't pay rent
    You short with my ones, you 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 ooze'll spray if you refuse to pay
    And I move the yae nigga day by day

    HOOK
    This song was last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by B. Biggs, Malik Cox, Malik Deshawn Cox.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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