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Holla Back
Kool G Rap & AZ
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Yeah, it's 2G
Brooklyn-Queens connection (yeah)
Y'all 'bout to feel somethin' y'all never felt before
Ayo, G, you know I'm like a trey-eight special
I'm close range
Fuckin' with you, I gotta get AK material, banana clip style
Let's do this, let's do this
Blow the spot like tea kettle whistles
Federal slugs, the lead'll kiss you
Infrared burners'll never miss you
All digital, hard physical, spittle you, riddle you
Priest prayin' over your body while you in critical
Come in a few, give out a doz' this what the semi do
See what the Henny and Rémy do
BGF, Black Gorilla Family jet, Black Godfather finesse
50-caliber hole surroundin' your chest
Bentley blue steel armored cars with boulder baguettes
We live in effect, blaze a gun while poppin' a TEC
Recognize killers, nigga, pop a collar to that
Gorilla breed to the death, that's the shit that I rep
Code of silence, addicted to havin' fattened the violence
AK-47 rapidly firin', got love for bloodshed and the sirens
Take banana clips to my gun, to keep my shit off balance
My heart filled with malice
Yo, if you livin' thug, holla back (holla back)
My bitches strippin' in the clubs, let the dollars stack (dollars stack, y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (for my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat
Pop a collar to that (collar to that)
If you livin' thug, holla back (holla back)
My bitches strippin' in the clubs, let the dollars stack (dollars stack, y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (for my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat
Pop a collar to that (collar to that)
Yo, wavin' cash, gun in the stash, the click on smash
From rockets that blast, yo, we in your pockets for cash
Burgundy mask, bullets like a surgery slash
Internally, burn your staff and dismember your ass
Coroners bag from autops' to medical lab
I leave you leakin' like Carlito, watch your memory flash
Quicksand for fam, tied a fuckin' brick to your hands
I'm sicker with the Henny liquor with the clip to your man
When it's on, it's on, do your moms bodily harm
Firstborn'll be your first gone, beef goes on
Permanent cash, put you in the tourniquet fast
Feed you glass and use you to fertilize the grass
Puff green when we fiendin' to murder ya whole team
For cream, the infrared beams'll shatter your dreams
I flatter your queen and rip her right out of her jeans
Intervene and it's the homicide scene for your team
Yo, if you livin' thug, holla back (holla back)
My bitches strippin' in the clubs, let the dollars stack (dollars stack, y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (to my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat
Pop a collar to that (collar to that)
If you livin' thug, holla back (holla back)
My bitches strippin' in the clubs, let the dollars stack (dollars stack, y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (to my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat
Pop a collar to that
From hideous acts on the run, gettin' rid of the gats
A nigga back, no parole, now how pretty is that?
The city is trapped, bottles popped, Phillies is cracked
Niggas is strapped, half bent, illin', spillin' they 'gnac
Cars tinted, my rap image too large to mimic
We mob in it, fake niggas dissolve in minutes
It's codes to it, real killers, they know music
Even hoes on the low at the shows lose it
Courvoisier-sippin', this slim nigga stay flippin'
My ways different, duck when the AK spittin'
It's more to it, verbal-wise, all fluent
In real life, this is how the dogs do it
Double-edged sword, rep for y'all seein' the board
See y'all home soon, it's better than seein' the morgue
So what's the conflict, who wanna don with this?
For the streets strictly, we got the bombest shit
Yo, if you livin' thug, holla back (holla back)
My bitches strippin' in the clubs, let the dollars stack (yo, let 'em stack now)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (to my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat (what?)
Pop a collar to that (collar to that)
If you livin' thug, holla back (holla back)
My bitches strippin' in the clubs, let the dollars stack (yo, let 'em stack now)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (to my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat
Pop a collar to that
Two violent niggas sit at the round table, in brown sables
Chains hangin' down to the navel
Brooklyn and Queens connect get down fatal
Hold the four-pound stable
Won't hesitate to rock a clown's cradle
Get put in the dirt like ground cable
Found from bloodhound nasals
Or deep in the river, get found naval
That shit y'all spit sound fable
American Me-style, knife in the anal, who 'round to save you?
I leave you from waist-down disabled
Face split like a round bagel
Found in a hospital gown with ya crown stapled
Wrong one to tangle with, a gym star, spangle your shit
Use your handkerchief to strangle your bitch
Single niggas out on the strip and bang in a clip
Slugs from a Desert Eagle mingle the click
A force of habit, for me to let it rip across your attic
Never valid with a salad, but I toss your cabbage
Yo, if you livin' thug, holla back (holla back)
My bitches strippin' in the clubs, let the dollars stack (dollars stack, y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (to my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat
Pop a collar to that (collar to that)
If you livin' thug, holla back (holla back)
My bitches strippin' in the clubs, let the dollars stack (dollars stack, y'all)
This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (to my street cats)
And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat
Pop a collar to that (collar to that)
(Beotch! Beotch!)