Jay-z - Holla Holla (Remix) lyrics

[Ja Rule] IT'S MURDA! [Jay-Z] Yeah yeah, Hova Hova We takin over soldier, told ya it's murdaa I'm here for that paper playa, f** one time I'm here ta break ya playa one nine Make ya scream and holla partner When I block ya partner When I squeeze n***as breathe like {*ahh-hah, ahh-hah*} We the realest n***as we k**az n***as We Murderers, feel us? [Vita] Vita Vita to all of my b**hes 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**h Semi semi automatic in my Fendi Fendi bag For any any hoes feelin envy envy if you choose to But I got some k**ers that'll bury and use you It's murda!! [Tah Murdah] n***a we do this for the doe doe, hurtin hurtin Y'all n***as 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***as who grow slow Fire fire when I spit, full clip n***as wet em wet em Whoever holdin the coke we'll dead em dead em All my thug n***as and thug b**hes This all it takes for paper if you feelin me Chorus: Ja Rule (repeat 2X) (holla holla) All my n***as thats ready to get (dollars dollars) b**hes 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***as neva neva, seen a k**a 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 dick shorty but yo friend is It's murda murda for life Me and Ja n***a hold that hold that n***as 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***a I'm from h*mocide 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 e But can he live it live it It's murda motherf**er 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***as 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 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 weed (how many wanna chip in?!) And get a bunch of wild murderin n***as Time is all we need to be flippin [Ja Rule] Neva eva before fore Whatever reason you think you law Lord tell em I'mma n***a that clip it co*k it and dead em I'mma behead em for no flow, wet em if they dry slow Funny style n***as I'll lift like lo-lo's Then pimp yo broke hoes (whoa!) I'mma I'mma pop pop and leave leave n***as gagged and shot Why why the f** not I'm a Murderer murderin any And everything that's in my way -- holla holla