Holla Lyrics by Jay-Z

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(feat. Memphis Bleek) Uh huh Is y'all ready? Is y'all ready?? HOOK 2X: Holla! If you real and you know you a G Holla! Deep in these streets when you pumpin that D Holla! Be in your hood screamin fuck police Holla! You keep a gun and you bust for beef [Verse 1] Niggas say I'm focused now, they know that's my style But dogg, 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 aint change, niggas is taught different I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slippin 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 Tom 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 HOOK [Verse 2] See what this game made, and *of age I came* And you up and coming rappers know you 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 lime-a Cut your hand off if you fuckin with my product That slayed shit, I'm on the grave shift We all know fucked up money don't pay rent You short with my ones, you 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 ooze'll spray if you refuse to pay And I move the yae nigga day by day HOOK

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