Holla Lyrics - The Dynasty: Roc La Familia 2000 - Jay-z

Uh 

Y'all ready? 

Y'all ready? 

That's right 

Holla if you real and you know you a G 

Holla deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D 

Holla in your hoods screamin' fuck police 

Holla you keep a gun and you bust for beef 

Holla if you real and you know you a G 

Holla deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D 

Holla be in your hoods screamin' fuck police 

Holla you keep a gun and you bust a beef 

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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 ID 

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 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 

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Holla if you real and you know you a G 

Holla deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D 

Holla in your hoods screamin' fuck police 

Holla you keep a gun and you bust for beef 

Holla if you real and you know you a G 

Holla deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D 

Holla be in your hoods screamin' fuck police 

Holla you keep a gun and you bust a beef 

Holla 

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 

Holla if you real and you know you a G 

Holla deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D 

Holla in your hoods screamin' fuck police 

Holla you keep a gun and you bust for beef 

Holla if you real and you know you a G 

Holla deep in these streets when you pumpin' that D 

Holla be in your hoods screamin' fuck police 

Holla you keep a gun and you bust a beef 

Holla, holla, holla, holla, holla