Holla, Holla
Ja Rule

Chorus:
Holla, holla
Anybody that's ready to get dollas, dollas
Ladies know who get 'em a little hotta, hotta
Come on, if you rollin' wit me follow, follow
It's murda
(repeat)

Verse 1:
Think you dealin' wit Ja, Nada
What ya wanna go dolla for dolla?
Holla, holla
My flow is hotta, hotta
Hits plenty chickens and dug ditches for petty killas
Could you look in my eyes and tell me this style ain't ridiculous
Chickens, chickens
Pop da kitten and bounce like hit it, hit it
Sure if your favorite is long you could get it, get it
Baby, baby, don't you wanna leave tonight and freak 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
Got 'em twitchin', like "Damn look what I done did!"
I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day
And put the cat on lay-a-way
Heard me?
I'm that, dirty fella that gets you hot and heated
Baby girl if you want it as bad as you need it

Chorus

Verse 2:
Let me holla at my true thugs
Ya'll want war, bust slugs
What, what?
I'm hotta, hotta and just can't be touched
Plus, anybody that need a hand gonna get felt
How many want it determine how the slugs get dealt
'Cause I spit 'em, spit 'em
Choke them cats like roaches and then clip 'em, clip 'em
Long as I'm alive, I'ma hit 'em, hit 'em
Respect mines to the day of my demise
You want it wit me
'Cause the flow's killa, killa
Whoever eva who wants it, it
Sho' 'nough gon' get it, get it
Fill a, fill a playa full of holes
Treat 'em like hoes
And show no love to them so called thugs
It's us you wanna deal with
As soon as them slugs skip from body to body
Go from brave to chick
I don't respect it
Plus ya'll committed treason
Who want it with Ja?
Who ready to die breathing?

Chorus

Verse 3:
Ja baby
One of the many, many killas who sip Henny
With the two seater, sittin' on twenties
I, I be wit runnin' in , runnin' out
Then, what thou bestow
Hit 'em up, gun 'em down
Ya'll ain't ready for Ja, any way, any how
I give it, give it to killas, claimin' that they live it
Real hitters, hitters brandish the iron and blast like hold this, hold this
When you got nothing to live for
Notice how you get hot and more explosive
Focus
Ready to rip 'em up with the ??????
This my life
If you frontin' and stuntin' for nothing
Better act right
Fo' I spark and dim your lights
I'm a hazard to killas, a bad seed to women
When in doubt, go for stealth and clap the finish
Anything movin' rightfully hit for wrong doin'
I'm a follow and encouragin' all my niggas to what?

Chorus (Repeat till end)