Holla Back (Holla Boston)

[Verse 1: Mr. Cool Gzus]
Yo, yo--
I launch lyrics like missiles
Fully armed like pistols
Shells whistle (whoosh)
I'm trying to make you miss, though
If you come across my path you better tip-toe
Cause bomb threat, I'm Mr. Wolf
Who damn sure to let the clips go
It's a cold game
Codename chism
I freak the rhythm
Same time I gave you some wisdom
You can't fuck with the Gzus
You'll have better luck in the casino
At Reno playing Keno
I'm like battery acid in your ass
Cause you can't see me
Even if I stood on your bottom eyelid
I drop heavy like avalanches
To make the Earth quake
Try touching skills
You won't see your next birthday
I'm shutting shit down
At five tornado
When I blow through your town
Chrome pro four-pound
Securing all grounds
With these bomb type sounds
You feel a couple of rounds
Now you lost and found

[Chorus (x2):]
All my niggas if you down to wild it up
And you with me holla back (Ooh ooh!)
And it's like that
All my bitches if you down to make it hot
And you feel me holla back (Hangmen!)
And it's like that

[Men speaking Spanish]
We wanna send a shout-out to all the niggas locked down in local, federal, and state joints in Massachusetts. Make some noise!

[Verse 2: Benzino]
Nigga get your gun quick
Benzino coming for your whole clique
Draw down
I told you we don't fuck around
What type of niggas do you think we are?
Shit, we the type of niggas leave you dead in your car
(Know what I mean) Huh
I be catching niggas sleeping all the time
Til I run up on they ass with a Smith and Wess nickel nine
I'mma catch you one day
Nigga you don't want no gun play
Make you run away
When you hear the gun spray
All my niggas if you down to wild it up
And you with me holla back (Ooh ooh!)
Yeah it's like that
All my bitches if you down to make it hot
And you feel me holla back (Hangmen!)
Yeah it's like that
Mr. Wolf solve problems
The problem is
You motherfuckers don't know who the hell you fucking with
I'm one-third Made Men
One-third Hangmen
One-fourth Almighty RSO
100% Benzino

[Chorus (x2)]

[Verse 3: Antonio Twice Thou]
We act on impulse
Three cats with twin pumps
Smash your eardrum
Gats and fearsome
Maneuvers, we awesome
Holla Boston, when we toss 'em
Call me gat man
Fuck Batman
Fuck Gotham
Cause we shock'em for talking
Made Men the greatest off all time
How you gonna catch these jaguar niggas
You move like alzymes
Shit we flip we like a fucking greyhound
Hangmen 3's beats be like slugs hitting your mug
Off the 12 gauge
Hell's gates get kicked in, banana clips in
Spit ten, fifty rounds a second my section
Spark the Glock
Catch a Bartley-Fox
Get out and top these charts
And lock these blocks
Nigga what, you thought it wasn't gonna happen?
Don't reach for this mic when I'm rapping
And metaphors are blasting
You want war with words?
I'll roll with steel
Half the time I roll for the sake of keeping it real
But what's real
Is Twice Style baking your crew
Making me shoot
Now look what you making me do
I'm high wrist
And I'mma die with the world's tightest
Rhyme flow without being the idol
Stir of echoes
When you step in this place
Put a tech in your face
Take the ice off your neck
Hit you up and escape
We all straight

Dirty South if you down to wild it up
And you with me holla back (Ooh ooh!)
And its like that
Wild West if you down to tear it up
And you feel me holla back (Ooh ooh!)
And its like that
East Coast if you down to wild it up
And you with me holla back (Ooh ooh!)
And its like that
Midwest if you down to tear it up
And you feel me holla back (Ooh ooh!)
And its like that
Roxbury if you down to wild it up
And you with me holla back (Ooh ooh!)
And its like that
Dorchester if you down to tear it up
And you feel me holla back (Ooh ooh!)
And its like that
Mattapan if you down to wild it up
And you with me holla back (Ooh ooh!)
And its like that
South End if you down to tear it up
And you feel me holla back (Ooh ooh!)
And its like that

[Fade out]