Holla Chords by Busta Rhymes

_ [Abm] _ _ _ Yeah, yeah, _ [Bb] this _ shit sound like _
[Abm] [Ebm] 1, 2 o'clock in the morning [F] with the full moon [B] out. _
[Bm] Niggas in they trucks creepin' _ [Fm] about extra supplies, bitches.
[Ebm] Yeah, team black, please collect, please [B] connect these niggas, direct the trees to the [Bb] smoke fest.
Wanna take a dope?
[Gm] The newest zone, I'm in, [D] I'm like Smith-Sony, a nigga fuckin' call me [Eb] Napoleon.
[Ebm] Wave the torch, cut the head off the [B] Leviathan.
The terminology I'm rhymin' [Bb] in calls frenzy up in Ireland.
Hit ya, I'm gon' get ya, [D] drop the bomb, script your extra bomb and [Ebm] fuck.
Yo, maps it out, blast through the speakers.
With a wife, beat up on Bush, even law on new [Bb] ass sneakers.
Street [D] niggas hang on the sidewalk, swear I'm a fly talk.
[Ab] Pimp struck and had a [Eb] skywalk.
Moderate is how we establish the whole conglomerate.
The [Gb] way we operate, you'll never conquer it.
[Gm] See how we rap has a global effect [Ab] on even oldest people.
Young and restless down to the Olin feet.
[Ebm] Peep them, Czechoslovakian and Yugoslavian niggas.
Be all into my bounce so don't be botherin' niggas.
[Bb] So now, you should feel the whole cathedral is bound.
Put one in your stump, leave you in a fetalist crouch, [Ebm] nigga.
My vernacular is spectacular.
Strategic plan to have you look at racker than a postal office [Bb] massacre.
Is that so?
Make move just like a fatso.
[Db] Bounce in the mid Van Astro after my [Ebm] gap blow.
Hey, yo, [Db] get up, get up, get [Ebm] low.
Get [Abm] low, niggas.
Smoke that [Dm] glow.
Smoke glow now.
Shake your [Abm] hips about [D] to [Gb] explode.
We can wrap your [Fm] heart when you're [Ebm] in my arms.
All my niggas, [Abm] if you with me, [Bb] yeah.
_ [Ab] Yeah.
[Gb] _ [Bb] Throw your guns in the [Ebm] motherfuckin' air, come on.
_ _ _ [Abm] All my bitches, where you [Bb] at now?
[Ab] You know I see y'all.
[Bb] _ [Ab] My whole entire mind [Ebm] stay deep.
I finish bottom in your [G] mathematics.
Galileo [Bm] smash niggas like mashed [Bb] potato.
Back when niggas [D] used to rock valleys and clarks.
I used to watch niggas sit and hustle, nickel, [Eb] crack in the park.
That's where the brighter [B] flame in the dark blood spill.
Stand in the street.
This is how niggas [Bb] believe in a motherfuckin' with diplomats who love bail.
[Abm] Monopolize the crew to get other money.
Fuckin' with [Eb] Israelis.
[Ebm] So solid, I'll be symbolic to a handful of [B] niggas that be all scheming on the [Bb] same wallet.
Gun type niggas that be conspiring and kidnapping.
[Abm] Shit happens.
Gun clap for you with [Eb] the gift wrapping.
You should follow how the [Db] style switch up.
Like [Ebm] a group of religious niggas scheming to kill [Bb] the archbishop.
You big pussy nigga acting all hard.
Call me Atheist, cause I don't [Ab] believe in you, [Eb] God.
It's like a grand feast celebrating the bounce of the century.
I [Ebm] told the rest to be quick for any type of [Bb] discrepancy.
Most of the rhymes are great Renaissance artists.
Architect [Bbm] like Half-Life.
Brunelleschi [Ebm] portrait is so hard to get.
We got the obscure [F] shit for the [Eb] street.
Nevertheless, [Ebm] we split your head and your chest and rock [Bb] to the beat.
We got the obscure shit for the street.
Nevertheless, we split your head and your chest and rock [Ebm] to the beat.
Get [Fm] up, get up, get [Ebm] low.
Roll up, [Abm] light up a smoke, get [Bb] low.
Smoke, blow, motherfuckers.
Yeah, yeah, [Fm] yeah.
_ [Eb] _ [Ebm] Yeah, all my [Gb] niggas.
[Abm] If you with me, [Bb] come on.
[Ab] Yeah, now I [Bb] see y'all. _
Throw your [Ebm] motherfucking guns in the sky, come on.
All my bitches, where you at?
[Abm] You know I see y'all.
[Bb] _ [Ab] Yeah, yeah.
[Gb] _ [F] Holla at me now, [Ebm] come on.
_ _ Bust the rhyme.
Cooking up a [Bb] little brown stew chicken.
_ _ Dr.
Dre, nigga.
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