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, fuck 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 niggas breathe like {*ahh-hah, ahh-hah*} We the realest niggas we killaz niggas We Murderers, feel us? [Vita] Vita Vita to all of my bitches 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 bitch 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!! [Tah Murdah] Nigga we do this for the doe doe, hurtin hurtin Y'all niggas 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 niggas who grow slow Fire fire when I spit, full clip Niggas wet em wet em Whoever holdin the coke we'll dead em dead em All my thug niggas and thug bitches This all it takes for paper if you feelin me Chorus: Ja Rule (repeat 2X) (holla holla) All my niggas thats ready to get (dollars dollars) Bitches 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 Niggas 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 ain't you ain't on my dick shorty but yo friend is It's murda murda for life Me and Ja nigga hold that hold that Niggas ain't ready to die with us get it get it Make em feel it feel it all 16 comin from my .45 digits [Black Child] Make you holla black cal is all about a dolla Dollars dollars nigga 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 motherfucker 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 niggas 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 weed (how many wanna chip in?!) And get a bunch of wild murderin niggas Time is all we need to be flippin [Ja Rule] Neva eva before fore Whatever reason you think you law Lord tell em I'mma nigga that clip it cock it and dead em I'mma behead em for no flow, wet em if they dry slow Funny style niggas I'll lift like lo-lo's Then pimp yo broke hoes (whoa!) I'mma I'mma pop pop and leave leave niggas gagged and shot Why why the fuck not I'm a Murderer murderin any And everything that's in my way -- holla holla