"Holla" lyrics
Uh huh
Is y'all ready?
Is y'all ready??
Holler! If you're real and you know you're a G
Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D
Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!"
Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holler! If you're real and you know you're a G
Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D
Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!"
Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holler!
Niggas say I'm focused now, they know that's my style
But dog, I'm on the block with that coke and a smile
I still got the crack heads I.D
And they know, I collect for the first and fifteenth
I still take cabs to that capsule spot
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops
And the game ain't change, niggas is taught different
I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slipping
That's why I eat, sleep, shit with my gat
Bag up, take a piss, fuck a bitch with my gat
And I done sold it all from crack to marijuana
You can't deny it, I'm in hoods like Time Warner
Beat cop, take away, I keep my shit
They don't know I deliver off the beeps I get
And you snitch-ass niggas wanna peep my shit
But I'ma show you how deep into these streets I get
Holler! If you're real and you know you a G
Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D
Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!"
Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holler! If you're real and you know you a G
Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D
Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!"
Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holler!
See what this game made, and of age I came
And you up-and-coming rappers know you're young to this game
I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again
I don't need no applaud to clap again
Let alone, no award from rap to win
Talk drama, get yourself wrapped up in
Severe head trauma, get beat with the nine llama
Cut your hand off if you're fucking with my product
That slayed shit, I'm on the grave shift
We all know fucked-up money don't pay rent
You're short with my ones, you're short one thumb
You can't come up short where the fuck I'm from
We got dues to pay, new tools to spray
Who's to say, Bleek won't make news today
You know the Uz'll spray if you refuse to pay
And I move the yay nigga day by day
Holler! If you're real and you know you're a G
Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D
Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!"
Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holler! If you're real and you know you're a G
Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D
Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!"
Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holler!
Holler! Holler!
Holler! Holler!
Is y'all ready?
Is y'all ready??
Holler! If you're real and you know you're a G
Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D
Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!"
Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holler! If you're real and you know you're a G
Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D
Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!"
Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holler!
Niggas say I'm focused now, they know that's my style
But dog, I'm on the block with that coke and a smile
I still got the crack heads I.D
And they know, I collect for the first and fifteenth
I still take cabs to that capsule spot
For them 31 illusions and them purple tops
And the game ain't change, niggas is taught different
I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slipping
That's why I eat, sleep, shit with my gat
Bag up, take a piss, fuck a bitch with my gat
And I done sold it all from crack to marijuana
You can't deny it, I'm in hoods like Time Warner
Beat cop, take away, I keep my shit
They don't know I deliver off the beeps I get
And you snitch-ass niggas wanna peep my shit
But I'ma show you how deep into these streets I get
Holler! If you're real and you know you a G
Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D
Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!"
Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holler! If you're real and you know you a G
Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D
Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!"
Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holler!
See what this game made, and of age I came
And you up-and-coming rappers know you're young to this game
I went from Marcy to Hollywood, I'm back again
I don't need no applaud to clap again
Let alone, no award from rap to win
Talk drama, get yourself wrapped up in
Severe head trauma, get beat with the nine llama
Cut your hand off if you're fucking with my product
That slayed shit, I'm on the grave shift
We all know fucked-up money don't pay rent
You're short with my ones, you're short one thumb
You can't come up short where the fuck I'm from
We got dues to pay, new tools to spray
Who's to say, Bleek won't make news today
You know the Uz'll spray if you refuse to pay
And I move the yay nigga day by day
Holler! If you're real and you know you're a G
Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D
Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!"
Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holler! If you're real and you know you're a G
Holler! Deep in these streets when you're pumping that D
Holler! Be in your hood screaming, "Fuck police!"
Holler! You keep a gun and you bust for beef
Holler!
Holler! Holler!
Holler! Holler!
