paroles de chanson Holla - Memphis Bleek , Jay-Z
IT'S
MURDA
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
niggaz
breathe
like
We
the
realest
niggaz
we
killaz
niggaz
We
Murderers,
feel
us?
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
Nigga
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
bitches
This
all
it
takes
for
paper
if
you
feelin
me
(Holla
holla)
All
my
niggaz
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
(Holla
holla)
All
my
niggaz
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
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
nigga
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
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
(Holla
holla)
All
my
niggaz
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
(Holla
holla)
All
my
niggaz
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
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
weed
(how
many
wanna
chip
in?!)
And
get
a
bunch
of
wild
murderin
niggaz
Time
is
all
we
need
to
be
flippin
Neva
eva
before
fore
Whatever
reason
you
think
you
law
Lord
tell
em
I'ma
nigga
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
fuck
not
I'm
a
Murderer
murderin
any
And
everything
that's
in
my
way
holla
holla
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