let me holla at cha (remix) lyrics – blac haze

(courtesy of live shot records)
blackhaze, representing’ for my real n*gg*s
blackhaze, representing, for my real n*gg*s
(let me holla at cha)
let me ride, let me roll, get inside lose control
real n*gg* never fold,
money clip stay swole
got me screamin’ not really, you motherf*ckers kill me
running game, acting silly
only real n*gg*s feel me
comin’ up to the fullest,
thought i was fallin’
player haters don’t wanna see a n*gg* ballin’
dealin’ with these n*gg*s, got me pullin’ triggas
pumpin’ up gettin’ bigger, all up on me like a figure
don’t wanna get a n*gg* hot, talkin’ sh*t must wanna get a n*gg* shot
smoking herb with some old school kats
we go way back. reminiscing on how we made n*gg*s get flat
writin’ letters to my homie doing five to ten
can’t wait till we motherf*cking ride again, don’t worry
n*gg* chill out, when them b*tches let you go, we’re gonna peel out
the way a n*gg* live, we be putting motherf*ckers to sleep
i’mma ride till i’m six feet deep
so don’t try to tell me how to live my life
chillin’ with my homies smoking weed all night, cos real n*gg*s keep it real, and that’s word is born
riding out to the early morn'(let me holla at cha)
(ooh boy blac haze be riding out.) let me holla at cha
how many n*gg*s on a paper chase, caught up in a paper race
tryin’ to make ends, losing friends to a better place
living like a villain, player haters heelin’
lord please forgive me for all the drama and the killing
blame it on the hennessey, i’m falling for satan, let be known for the hard times, all that i’m facing
smoking weed trying to get a buzz, running with the ghetto thugs
to a young man in the hood, trying to understand
everybody wanna judge, threating prophesyz laced up with drama seeds, but no body stops me
young n*gg* stay paid, guard your riches, hoes become to scandalous
better far from b*tches, beware of the serpent
parading’ like a centrepiece, full of (adjabues?) for all that is enemies
the world is a funny place n*gg* can’t call it
got me stress to the fullest, chronic alcoholic
peep game, let a motherf*cker known you all up on it
be about come up, cos only real n*gg*s want it
do what cha gotta, but reconcile where you must, cos we all
so don’t try to tell me how to live my life
chilling with my homies smoking weed all night, cos real n*gg*s keep it real, and that’s word is born
riding out to the early morn'(let me holla at cha)
(ooh boy blac haze be ridin’ out) let me holla at cha
(just riding it on out now) representing for my real n*gg*s
busting it down for my real n*gg*s
black haze representing’ for my n*gg*s. (representing)
live for material posses, what a repet*tion,
termination of black life
a common expedition
, god willin’up lift, going in peace and do it
but who knows, in dead cars.n*body sure, get to see n*gg*s leaving in an astonishing race, am i h*ll bound?
i repent i wanna be straight
all a n*gg* know how to maintain his cuff, living’ in the last days
lord knows it’s ruff, hearing voices screaming n*gg*; appreciate yo life
a bullet pierce the heart, like a copo’s knife
still rollin’ with them n*gg*s, i believe it’s stuff, keep it real among killers, not giving a f*ck
open fire over chips, i died for my paper. roll a bob, when i rob, when high on a caper
over miles of air and sea, disprovin’ it written
no one know i’m problem, keep it real but didn’t
made a record now the motherf*ckers know me as haze
kept my hoes seeing dollar signs, reckon for days, put the wood to the n*gg*s player hatin’ my sp*ce
keep em’ stress on a how i stay a laced
so don’t try to tell me how to live my life
chilling with my homies smoking weed all night, cos real n*gg*s keep it real and that’s word is born
riding out to the early morn’ (let me holla at cha)
(ooh boy, blac haze be ridin’ out) let me holla at cha

/ blac haze lyrics