paroles de chanson Holla - Jay-Z
Uh
Y'all
ready?
Y'all
ready?
That's
right
Holla
if
you
real
and
you
know
you
a
G
Holla
deep
in
these
streets
when
you
pumpin'
that
D
Holla
in
your
hoods
screamin'
fuck
police
Holla
you
keep
a
gun
and
you
bust
for
beef
Holla
if
you
real
and
you
know
you
a
G
Holla
deep
in
these
streets
when
you
pumpin'
that
D
Holla
be
in
your
hoods
screamin'
fuck
police
Holla
you
keep
a
gun
and
you
bust
a
beef
Niggas
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
ID
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
ain't
change,
niggas
is
taught
different
I'm
raised
off
one
rule,
never
get
caught
slippin'
That's
why
I
eat,
sleep,
shit
with
my
gat
Bag
up,
take
a
piss,
fuck
a
bitch
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
shit
They
don't
know
I
deliver
off
the
beeps
I
get
And
you
snitch
ass
niggas
wanna
peep
my
shit
But
I'ma
show
you
how
deep
into
these
streets
I
get
Holla
if
you
real
and
you
know
you
a
G
Holla
deep
in
these
streets
when
you
pumpin'
that
D
Holla
in
your
hoods
screamin'
fuck
police
Holla
you
keep
a
gun
and
you
bust
for
beef
Holla
if
you
real
and
you
know
you
a
G
Holla
deep
in
these
streets
when
you
pumpin'
that
D
Holla
be
in
your
hoods
screamin'
fuck
police
Holla
you
keep
a
gun
and
you
bust
a
beef
Holla
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
shit,
I'm
on
the
grave
shift
We
all
know
fucked
up
money
don't
pay
rent
You
short
with
my
ones,
you
short
one
thumb
You
can't,
come
up
short
where
the
fuck
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
nigga
day
by
day
Holla
if
you
real
and
you
know
you
a
G
Holla
deep
in
these
streets
when
you
pumpin'
that
D
Holla
in
your
hoods
screamin'
fuck
police
Holla
you
keep
a
gun
and
you
bust
for
beef
Holla
if
you
real
and
you
know
you
a
G
Holla
deep
in
these
streets
when
you
pumpin'
that
D
Holla
be
in
your
hoods
screamin'
fuck
police
Holla
you
keep
a
gun
and
you
bust
a
beef
Holla,
holla,
holla,
holla,
holla
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