Holla, Holla Lyrics - Venni Vetti Vecci - Ja Rule

[Chorus: x2] 

(Holla Holla) 

All my niggas thats ready to get (dollas dollas) 

Bitches know what can get 'em a little (hotta hotta) 

Come on if you roll'n wit me (follow follow) 

Its murder 

Think you fuckin' wit Ja nada 

What'cha want to go dolla for dolla? (holla holla) 

My niggas is (hotta hotta) 

Fucks plenty bitches and dug bitches for pretty niggas 

You look in my eyes and tell me they style ain't ridiculous 

(bitches bitches) pop the puss and bounce like (hit it hit it) 

Sure if your favorite is long (get it get it) baby baby 

Don't you want to leave tonight and fuck wit me 

'cause we really need to be freakin' off at any cost 

Its on me, if you married, then get a divorce 

When I hits it, some women get twisted 

Have 'em twitchin', like "damn look what the dick did" 

I just want to hit it the worst way, right after a long day 

And put the puss on lay-a-way, heard me? 

I'm that, dirty nigga that get you hot, and heat it 

Baby girl if you wanted ass, why don't you eat it? 

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[Chorus: x2] 

Let me holla at my true thugs 

If niggas want war, bust slugs 

Nigga, what? I'm hotta hotta and just can't be touched 

Plus anybody that fucks wit me, gonna get felt 

How many want it? determines how the slugs get dealt 

'cause I split em split em 

Choke then niggas like roaches and then (clip em clip em) 

Long as I'm alive I'ma (hit em hit em) 

Respect mines to the day of my demise 

Don't fuck wit me 'cause the flows (killa killa) 

Whoever ever who wants it? 

Its yours, now your gonna (get it get it) 

(feela feela) nigga full of holes 

Threat em like hoes and show no love to them homo thugs 

Its us you want to fuck with 

As soon as them slugs skip from body to body 

Go from brave to bitch 

I don't respect it plus niggas committed treason 

Who want it with Ja? who ready to die breathing 

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[Chorus: x2] 

Ja baby, one of the many many niggas who sip hennessy 

Wit the two seaters, sit'n on twenties 

I, I be wit runnin' in, runnin' out 

Then, thou bestow hit em up, gun em down 

Niggas ain't ready for Ja, anyways anyhow 

I give it give it go niggas, claimin' that they live it 

Real (niggas niggas) brandish then iron and flash 

Like (hold this hold this) when you got nothin' to live for 

Notice, niggas be hot, and more explosive 

Focus, ready to rip em up wit the dope, this 

My life, niggas is frontin' and stuntin' for nothin' 

Better act right, fore I spark and dim your light? 

I'ma hasard to niggas, a bastard 

To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish 

Anything movin rightfully hit for wrong doing 

I'ma follow and encourage all my niggas to what? 

[Chorus]