Jay-Z — Holla lyrics

(feat. Memphis Bleek)

Uh huh
Is y'all ready?
Is y'all ready??

Hook 2X:
If you real and you know you a G
Deep in these streets when you pumpin that D
Be in your hood screamin f**k police
You keep a gun and you bust for beef

N****s 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, n****s is taught different
I'm raised off one rule, never get caught slippin
That's why I eat, sleep, s**t with my gat
Bag up, take a piss, f**k a b***h 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 s**t
They don't know I deliver off the beeps I get
And you snitch a** n****s wanna peep my s**t
But I'ma show you how deep into these streets I get


[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 s**t, I'm on the grave shift
We all know f****d up money don't pay rent
You short with my ones, you short one thumb
You can't, come up short where the f**k 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 n***a day by day

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