Holla Back (Original)

[Intro: AZ] Yeah, it's 2G Brooklyn-Queens connection Y'all bout to feel somethin, y'all never felt before Ayo G, you know I'm like an trey special I'm close range... [Nas] Yo, yo, yo Throw niggas of Yachts, hoe niggas get shot My bitches ran, 'cause I'm stupid I put your shit on digital cam Light up an ounce, let my bitches watch it on the television Hell of relentless, fifty a pop, sell it like menace But when I'm sleep, all I see is white skeleton image It's telling me somthing, maybe it's my fella's I'm missing In hell they want mе, the signs of my days gon' bad And deals gon' wrong, makes mе pump my gauge all mad Niggas is foul, gassing me, tell me to kill For something minor, when real niggas tell me to chill I let it ride for a minute, when they sleep it's over That's when I appear in the night like the Reaper, soldier Street justice, bitches got my name on Double D cups They need crutches, when I done fucked 'em and beat it up I opened up Shakespeare's tomb, stole his remains And grinded his bones, then smoked it and got in the game [Chorus X2: Kool G Rap] Yo, if you're living thug, holla back (Holla back) My bitches stripping in the clubs, let the dollars stack (Let em stack y'all) This one's for all my OG's and street scholar cats (All my street cats) And if a nigga act up, funeral parlor cat Pop a collar to that (Pop a collar to that) [Nawz] Yo, went from 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'll leave you leaking like Carlito watch your memory flash Quicksand for fam, tied a fucking 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 fiending 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 [Chorus X2] [AZ] From hideous acts on the one getting 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, spilling they 'gnac Cars tinted, my rap image too large to mimmick 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-sipping, this slim nigga stay flipping My ways different, duck when the AK spitting It's more to it, verbal wise, we're all fluent In real life this is how the dogs do it Double-edged sword, rep for y'all seeing 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 [Chorus X2] [Kool G Rap] 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 ass Who's around to save you? I'll leave you from waist down disabled Face split like a round bagel Found in a hospital gown witcha 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 violent with a silent but I toss your cabbage [Chorus X2]