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busta rhymes - holla lyrics

yea, yea, this sh-t sound like
one, two o’clock in the mornin’ with the full moon out
n-gg-z in they trucks creepin’
with a fresh box of ecstasy pills for these b-tches

yea, team select, please collect, g’s connect
thieves n-gg- direct the trees to the smoke fest
wanna take a toke?
yes, the newest zone i’m in
i’m like smithsonian n-gg-, f-ck it call me napoleon
wave the torch, cut the head off the leviathan
the terminology i’m rhymin’ in ’cause a frenzy up in ireland
hit ya, i’m gonna get ya
and drop the bomb scripture at your barmitzvah
yo, map sh-t out, blast through the speakers
with a wife beater on, bushes below, a new pair of sneakers
street n-gg-z hang on the sidewalk, that’s where i learned my fly talk
pimp strut and how to sky walk
moderatin’ how we establish the whole conglomerate
the way we honor it, you’ll never conquer it
see how we wreck, has a global effect, on even polish people
young and restless down to the old and feeble
peep them, czechoslovakian to yugoslavian n-gg-z
be all into my bounce so don’t be botherin’, n-gg-z
so now you should feel the whole cathedralish bounce
put one in your stomach leave you in a fetalish crouch, n-gg-
my vernacular is spectacular
strategic plans’ll have you lookin’ wacker than a postal office m-ssacre
is that so? make moves just like a fatso
bounce in a minivan astro after my gat blow

aiyyo, get up, get up, get dough
roll up, light up, and smoke that ‘dro
b-tch shake yo’ hips and bounce real slow
n-gg-z rep yo’ hood, i’m with that
all my n-gg-z if you with me
yea, i see you, holla
all my b-tches, if you’re with me
yea, i see you, holla

yea, my whole entire mind state deeper
than astronomy and mathematics like galileo
smash you n-gg-z like mashed potato
back when n-gg-z used to rock ballys and clarks
i used to watch, little n-gg-z shouldn’t hustle nickel crack in the park
barrels spray the brighter flame in the dark
blood spill stain on the street, that’s how n-gg-z be leavin they mark
f-ckin’ with diplomats who love bailey’s
monopolize and quickly get other money f-ckin’ with israelis
so solid how we be symbolic to a handful of n-gg-z
that be all schemin’ on the same wallet
them type n-gg-z that be conspirin’ and kidnappin’
sh-t happens, gun clap for you in a gift wrappin’
you should follow how the style switch up
like a group of religious n-gg-z schemin’ to kill they archbishop
you big p-ssy n-gg- actin’ all hard
call me atheist, because i don’t believe in you, god
it’s like a grand feast celebratin’ the bounce of the century
i tote the recipe quick for any type of discrepancy
busta rhymes the great renaissance artist and architect
like how a filippo brunelleschi portrait is so hard to get
we got the obscure sh-t for the street
nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat
yo, we got the obscure sh-t for the street
nevertheless, we split your head and your chest, now rock to the beat

holla at me now, c’mon
yea, busta rhymes, cookin’ up a little brown stew chicken
dr. dre n-gg-z, yea

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