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kool g rap - holler back lyrics

[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 n+ggas of yachts, hoe n+ggas get shot
my b+tches ran, ’cause i’m stupid
i put this sh+t on digital cam
light up an ounce, let my b+tches watch it on the television
h+ll i’m relentless, fifty a pop, sell it like menace
but when i’m sleep, all i see is a white skeleton image
it’s telling me something, maybe it’s my fellas i’m missing
in h+ll thеy want me, the signs of my days gon’ bad
and deals gon’ wrong, makеs me pump the gauge all mad
n+ggas is foul, gassing me, tell me to k!ll
for something minor, when real n+ggas tell me to chill
i let it ride for a minute, and when they sleep it’s over
that’s when i appear in the night like the reaper, soldier
street justice, b+tches got my name on double d cups
they need crutches, when i done f+cked ’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 b+tches 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 n+gga 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 cl!ck 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 f+cking 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 n+gga back, no parole, now how pretty is that?
the city is trapped, bottles popped, phillies is cracked
n+ggas is strapped, half bent, illin, spilling they ‘gnac
cars tinted, my rap image too large to mimmick
we mob in it, fake n+ggas dissolve in minutes
it’s codes to it, real k!llers they know music
even hoes on the low at the shows lose it
courvoisier+sipping, this slim n+gga 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 sh+t

[chorus x2]

[kool g rap]
two violent n+ggas 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 sh+t y’all spit sound fable
“american me” style, knife in the +n+l
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 sh+t
use your handkerchief to strangle your b+tch
single n+ggas out on the strip and bang in a clip
slugs from a desert eagle mingle the cl!ck
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]

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