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murder inc. records - holla holla (remix) lyrics
[ja rule]
it’s murda!
[jay-z]
yeah yeah, hova hova
we taking over soldier, told ya it’s murda
i’m here for that paper player, f-ck one time
i’m here to break ya playa one nine
make ya scream and holla partner
when i block ya partner
when i squeeze n-ggas breathe like {-ahh-hah, ahh-hah-}
we the realest n-ggas we k!llaz n-ggas
we murderers, feel us?
[vita]
vita vita to all of my b-tches
that’s ready to flip dollars dollars
lemme hear you holla holla
gunshots pop up like it’s murda
ja’s a murdera
i’m the murderous b-tch
semi semi automatic in my fendi fendi bag
for any any hoes feelin envy envy if you choose to
but i got some k!llers that’ll bury and use you
it’s murda!!
[tah murdah]
n-gga we do this for the doe doe, hurtin hurtin
y’all n-ggas is curtains curtains
when the pound kick, round spit hit the ground quick
playa playa i hate a hater whose flow flow is so-so
midget n-ggas who grow slow
fire fire when i spit, full clip
n-ggas wet em wet em
whoever holdin the c0ke we’ll dead em dead em
all my thug n-ggas and thug b-tches
this all it takes for paper if you feelin me
chorus: ja rule (repeat 2x)
(holla holla) all my n-ggas thats ready to get
(dollars dollars) b-tches know who can get em a little
(hotta hotta) come on, if you rollin wit me
(follow follow) it’s murda..
[memphis bleek]
yeah, yeah
n-ggas neva neva, seen a k!lla 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 ain’t you ain’t on my d-ck shorty but yo friend is
it’s murda murda for life
me and ja n-gga hold that hold that
n-ggas ain’t ready to die with us get it get it
make em feel it feel it all 16 comin from my .45 digits
[black child]
make you holla black cal is all about a dolla
dollars dollars n-gga i’m from h0m-cide hollis
hate hoes that love to swallow swallow
we original robbers robbers wit revolvers
sippin henny and remi and remi 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 motherf-cker don’t forget it!
chorus 2x
[busta rhymes]
murda murda, yo, yo-yo yo
now what you ’bout to do?
lay you out on a stretcher
i betcha that when i get ya
i’ll make y’all n-ggas leak from my lyrical lecture
and treasure the moment feel pleasure from when i wet ya (what!)
split ya cardiovascular up from the bullets we sent ya
listen we dishin our flava we cook in the kitchen (what!)
like we cookin and breakin our la-ast pot we got to p-ss in
i’m bout to cop an ounce of loud (how many wanna chip in?!)
and murder while a bunch of wild murderin n-ggas
time is never before
[ja rule]
neva eva before fore
whatever reason you think you law
lord tell em i’mma n-gga that clip it c-ck it and dead em
i’mma behead em for no flow, wet em if they dry slow
funny style n-ggas i’ll lift like lo-lo’s
then pimp yo broke hoes (whoa!)
i’mma i’mma pop pop and leave leave n-ggas gagged and shot
why why the f-ck not i’m a murderer murderin any
and everything that’s in my way — holla holla
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