Tito - Holla Back lyrics

[Intro: AZ] Yeah... it's 2G Brooklyn-Queens connection Y'all bout to feel somethin', y'all never felt before Aiyo G, you know I'm like a trey-eight special I'm close range f**in with you I gotta get AK material, banana clip style Let's do this, let's do this [Verse 1: Tito] Blow the spot like tea kettle whistles Federal slugs, the lead'll kiss you Infra-red 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 k**ers, n***a, pop a collar to that Gorilla breed to the d**h, that's the sh** 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 sh** off balance My heart filled with malice [Hook: Kool G Rap - repeat 2X] Yo, if you livin' thug, holla back My b**hes strippin in the clubs, let the dollars stack This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats And if a n***a act up, funeral parlor cat Pop a collar to that [Verse 2: Nawz] 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 a** Coroners bag from autops' to medical lab I leave you leakin' like Carlito watch your memory flash Quicksand for fam, tied a f**in' 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 gla** and use you to fertilize the gra** 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: AZ] From hideous acts on the one gettin' rid of the gats A n***a back, no parole, now how pretty is that? The city is trapped, bottles popped, Phillies is cracked n***as is strapped, half bent, illin', spillin' they 'gnac Cars tinted, my rap image too large to mimmick We mob in it, fake n***as dissolve in minutes It's codes to it, real k**ers they know music Even hoes on the low at the shows lose it Courvoisier-sippin', this slim n***a 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 y'all seein' the board See y'all home soon, it's better than seein' the morgue So what's the conflict, who wanna Don with this? For the streets strictly we got the bombest sh** [Hook] [Verse 4: Kool G Rap] Two violent n***as 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 sh** y'all spit sound fable "American Me" style, knife in the an*l; 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 sh** Use your handkerchief to strangle your b**h Single n***as 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 valid with a salad but I toss your cabbage [Hook] (Beotch!)