Ja Rule – Holla Lyrics

Produced By: Irv Gotti & Lil Rob
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[Hook x2: Ja Rule]
(Holla Holla)
All my niggas thats ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz)
Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta)
Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow)
It's Murda..

[Verse 1]
Think you fuckin' wit Ja, Nada
Watcha wanna go Dolla for Dolla? (Holla Holla)
My niggas is (Hotta Hotta)
Fucks plenty bitches, and dug bitches for petty niggas
You look in me eyes and tell me they style ain't ridiculous
(Bitches Bitches) Pop da pussy and bounce like (Hit it Hit it)
Sure if your favorite is long (Get it Get it) Baby Baby
Don't you wanna leave tonight and fuck with me?
Cause we really need to be freaking off at any cost
It's on me, if you married, then get a divorce
When I hits it, some women get twisted
Have em' twitchin', like "Damn look what the dick did"
I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day
And put the puss on lay-a-way, heard me?
I'm that, Dirty nigga that get you hot, and heat it
Baby girl if you want it as bad as you need it


[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Let me holla at my true thugs
If niggas want war, bust slugs
Nigga, what? I'm hotta hotta and just can't be touched
Plus, anybody that fucks with me, gonna get felt
How many want it? Determines how the slugs get dealt
Cuz I (Spit em' Spit em')
Choke them niggas like roaches and then (Clip em' Clip em)
Long as I'm alive, I'mma (Hit em' Hit em')
Respect mines, to the day of my demise
Dont fuck with me, cuz the flow's (Killa Killa)
Whoever eva who wants it?
Its yours, now your gonna (Get it Get it)
(Fill a Fill a) Nigga full of holes
Treat em' like hoes, and show no love to them homo thugs
It's us you wanna fuck with
As soon as them slugs skip
From body to body, go from brave to bitch
I dont respect it, plus niggas commited treason
Who want it with Ja? Who ready to die breathing?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Ja baby, one of the many, many niggas who sip Henny
With the the two seaters, sitting on twenties
I, I be wit running in, running out
Then, thou bestow hit em' up, gun em' down
Niggas ain't ready for Ja, any way, any how
I give it give it to niggas, claimin' that they live it
Real (Niggas, Niggas) brandish the iron and flash
Like (Hold this, Hold this) when you got nothing to live for
Notice, niggas be hot, and more explosive
Focus, ready to rip em' up with the dope, this
My life, niggas is frontin', and stuntin' for nothing
Better act right, fo' I spark and dim your lights?
Im a hazard, to niggas, a bastard
To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish
Anything movin' rightfully hit for wrong doin'
I'mma follow and encourage all my niggas to (WHAT?!)

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