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    "Holla Back" Lyrics

    Kool G Rap feat. Az

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    Feat. AZ, Nawz, Tito
    Yeah.. it's 2G
    Brooklyn-Queens connection
    Why'all bout to feel somethin, why'all never felt before
    Aiyyo G, you know I'm like a trey-eight special
    I'm close range
    Fuckin with you I gotta get AK material, banana clip style
    Let's do this, let's do this

    Blow the spot like tea kettle whistles
    Federal slugs, the lead'll kiss you
    Infrared burners'll never miss you
    All digital, hard physical, spittle you riddle you
    Priest prayin over your body while you in critical
    Come in a few, give out a doz this what the semi do
    See what the Henny and Rémy do
    BGF, Black Gorilla Family jet, Black Godfather finesse
    Fifty caliber hole surroundin your chest
    Bentley blue steel armored cars with boulder baguettes
    We live in effect, blaze a gun while poppin a Tec
    Recognize killers, nigga, pop a collar to that
    Gorilla breed to the death, that's the shit that I rep
    Code of silence, addicted to havin fattened the violence
    AK-47 rapidly firin, got love for bloodshed and the sirens
    Take banana clips to my gun, to keep my shit off balance
    My heart filled with malice

    [Chorus: cool G Rap - repeat 2X]
    Yo, if you livin thug, holla back (Holla back)
    My bitches strippin in the clubs,
    let the dollars stack (Let em stack why'all)
    This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats)
    And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat
    Pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that)

    Yo, wavin cash, gun in the stash, the click on smash
    From rockets that blast, yo we in your pockets for cash
    Burgundy mask, bullets like a surgery slash
    Internally burn your staff and dismember your ass
    Coroners bag from autops' to medical lab
    I leave you leakin like Carlito watch your memory flash
    Quicksand for fam, tied a fuckin brick to your hands
    I'm sicker with the Henny liquor with the clip to your man
    When it's on it's on, do your moms bodily harm
    Firstborn'll be your first gone, beef goes on
    Permanent cash, put you in the tourniquet fast
    Feed you glass and use you to fertilize the grass
    Puff green when we fiendin to murder ya whole team
    For cream, the infrared beams'll shatter your dreams
    I flatter your queen and rip her right out of her jeans
    Intervene and it's the homicide scene for your team

    From hideous acts on the one gettin rid of the gats
    A nigga back, no parole, now how pretty is that?
    The city is trapped, bottles popped, Phillies is cracked
    Niggaz is strapped, half bent, illin, spillin they 'gnac
    Cars tinted, my rap image too large to mimmick
    We mob in it, fake niggaz dissolve in minutes
    It's codes to it, real killers they know music
    Even hoes on the low at the shows lose it
    Courvoisier-sippin, this slim nigga stay flippin
    My ways different, duck when the AK spittin
    It's more to it, verbal wisely, all fluent
    In real life this is how the dogs do it
    Double-edged sword, rep for why'all seein the board
    See why'all home soon, it's better than seein the morgue
    So what's the conflict, who want to Don with this?
    For the streets strictly we got the bombest shit

    [Kool G Rap]
    Two violent niggaz sit at the round table, in brown sables
    Chains hangin down to the navel
    Brooklyn and Queens connect get down fatal
    Hold the four-pound stable
    Won't hesitate to rock a clown's cradle
    Get put in the dirt like ground cable
    Found from bloodhound nasals
    Or deep in the river get found naval
    That shit why'all spit sound fable
    "American Me" style, knife in the anal; who 'round to save you?
    I leave you from waist down disabled
    Face split like a round bagel
    Found in a hospital gown witcha crown stapled
    Wrong one to tangle with, a gym star, spangle your shit
    Use your handkerchief to strangle your bitch
    Single niggaz out on the strip and bang in a clip
    Slugs from a Desert Eagle mingle the click
    A force of habit, for me to let it rip across your attic
    Never violent with a silent but I toss your cabbage

    This song was submitted on August 22nd, 2013 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Carl Thomas, Chadron Moore, Premro Vonzellaire Smith.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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