Holla Holla-The Murderers

Holla Holla - The Murderers Ja Rule F/ The Murderers, Busta Rhymes, Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek Miscellaneous Holla Holla (Remix) [Ja Rule] IT'S MURDA! [Jay-Z] Yeah yeah, Hova Hova We takin over soldier, told ya it's murdaa I'm here for that paper playa, f**k one time I'm here ta break ya playa one nine Make ya scream and holla partner When I block ya partner When I squeeze niggaz breathe like {*ahh-hah, ahh-hah*} We the realest niggaz we killaz niggaz We Murderers, feel us? [Vita] Vita Vita to all of my b**ches that's ready to flip dollars dollars Lemme hear you holla holla Gunshots pop up like it's murda Ja's a murdera I'm the murderous b**ch Semi semi automatic in my Fendi Fendi bag for any any hoes feelin envy envy if you choose to but I got some killers that'll bury and use you It's murda!! [Black Child] Ni**a we do this for the doe doe, hurtin hurtin Y'all niggaz is curtains curtains When the pound kick, round spit hit the ground quick Playa playa I hate a hater whose flow flow is so-so Midget niggaz who grow slow Fire fire when I spit, full clip Niggaz wet em wet em whoever holdin the coke we'll dead em dead em All my thug niggaz and thug b**ches This all it takes for paper if you feelin me Chorus: Ja Rule (repeat 2X) (holla holla) All my niggaz thats ready to get (dollars dollars) B**ches know who can get em a little (hotta hotta) Come on, if you rollin wit me (follow follow) It's murda.. [Memphis Bleek] Yeah, yeah Niggaz neva neva, seen a killa like Bleek You could get it get it in a second on these streets Now it's Memphis Memphis and my gun bust tremendous You aint you aint on my dick shorty but yo friend is It's murda murda for life Me and Ja ni**a hold that hold that Niggaz ain't ready to die with us get it get it Make em feel it feel it all 16 comin from my .45 digits [Tah Murda] Make you holla black cal is all about a dolla Dollars dollars ni**a I'm from homocide Hollis Hate hoes that love to swallow swallow We original robbers robbers wit revolvers Sippin Henny and Remi and Remi wit any Wit Tah spittin the semi spittin the semi In any anybody could spit it spit it e but can he live it live it It's murda motherf**ker don't forget it! Chorus 2X [Busta Rhymes] Murda murda, yo, yo-yo yo Now what you 'bout to do? Lay you out on a stretcher I betcha that when I get ya I'll make y'all niggaz leak from my lyrical lecture and treasure the moment feel pleasure from when I wet ya (WHAT!) Split ya cardiovascular up from the bullets we sent ya Listen we dishin our flava we cookin da kitchen (what!) Like we cookin and breakin our la-ast pot we got to piss in I'm bout to cop an ounce of w**d (how many wanna chip in?!) And get a bunch of wild murderin niggaz time is all we need to be flippin [Ja Rule] Neva eva before fore Whatever reason you think you law Lord tell em I'ma ni**a that clip it cock it and dead em I'ma behead em for no flow, wet em if they dry slow Funny style niggaz I'll lift like lo-lo's Then pimp yo broke hoes (whoa!) I'ma I'ma pop pop and leave leave niggaz gagged and shot Why why the f**k not I'm a Murderer murderin any and everything that's in my way -- holla holla