Hangmen 3 - Holla Back (Holla Boston) lyrics

Verse One: Yo Yo I launch lyrics like missles Fully armed like pistols Shells whistle (whoooosh) Im tryin to make you miss though If you come across my path you better tip-toe Cuz bomb threat, Im Mr. Wolf, who damn sure let the clips go Its a cold game Cold mane chizm I fit the rhythm Same time I gave you some wisdom You can't f** wit the Jesus You'll have better luck in the casino At reno Playin keno I'm like battery acid in your a** Cuz you can't see me Even if I stood on your bottom eyelid I drob heavy like avalanches To make the Earth quake Try touching sk**s You won't see ya next birthday I'm shutting sh** down At five tornado When I blow sh** down Chrome pro 4-pound Securing all grounds With these bomb type sounds You feel a couple of rounds Now you lost and found Chorus (X2): All my n***as if you down to wild it up And you with me holla back OOH OOH And its like that All my b**hes if you down to make it hot And you feel me holla back HANGMEN And its like that (2 Spanish men talking): Bly bezel Nah hey gay Coosombi diablo gigo Keno blada Si ooges gado tengo Nah ha no Ho day hombre no tengo Hoy meng da me la Verse Two: n***a getcha gun quick Casino coming for your whole clique Brought down I told you we dont f** around What type of n***as do you think we are sh**, we the type of n***as leave you dead in your car (Know what I mean) Huh I be catching n***as sleeping all the time Till I run up on they a** with a Smith and Wess nickel nine Ima catch you one day n***a you dont want no gun play Make you run away When you hear the gun spray Chorus (X1): All my n***as if you down to wild it up And you with me holla back OOH OOH And its like that All my b**hes if you down to wild it up And you wihh me holla back HANGMEN And its like that Verse Three: Mr. Wolf solve problems The problem is You mother f**ers dont know who the hell you f**ing with Im one-third Made Men One-third Hangmen One-fourth Almighty RSO 100% Benzino Chorus (X2): All my n***as if you down to wild it up And you with me holla back OOH OOH And its like that All my b**hes if you down to make it hot And you feel me holla back HANGMEN And its like that Verse Four: We act on impulse Three cats with twin pumps Smash your eardrum Gats and fearsome Manuevers we awsome Holla boston when we toss'em Call me gat man f** batman f** gotham Cuz we shock'em for talking Made Men the greatest off all time How you gonna catch these jaguar n***as We move like alzymes sh** we flip we like a f**ing greyhound Hangmen 3 be like slugs hitting your mug Off the 12 gauge Hells gates get kicked in Banana clips in Spit ten Fifty rounds a second my section Spark thee Glock Catch a ??? Get out and top these charts And lock these blocks n***a wutchu thought it wasn't gone happen Don't reach for this mic when Im rapping Metaphors a blastin You wanna roll with words I'll roll with steel Half the time I roll for the sake of keepin it real Buts whats real Is twice style baking your crew Making me shoot Now look wutchu making me do Im high wrist And Ima die with the worlds tightest Rhyme flow without being the idol Stir of echoes When you step in this place Put a tek in your face Take the ice off your neck Hit you up and escape We all straight Dirty South if you down to wild it up And you with me holla back OOH OOH And its like that Wild West if you down to tear it up And you feel me holla back OOH OOH And its like that East Coast if you down to wild it up And you with me holla back OOH OOH And its like that MidWest if you down to tear it up And you feel me holla back OOH OOH And its like that Roxbury if you down to wild it up And you with me holla back OOH OOH And its like that Dorchester if you down to tear it up And you feel me holla back OOH OOH And its like that Mattapan if you down to wild it up And you with me holla back OOH OOH And its like that Southend if you down to tear it up And you feel me holla back OOH OOH And its like that OOH OOH (X7) Music Fades