Holla Holla (Remix) Lyrics

[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