Lemmehollatcha (Remix)

[Kemo]<br>Da Hol` 9 mo, time to shine it<br>4-99 mo<br>Remix<br><br>[Verse 1: Kemo]<br>Uh, your homeboy tried to play me and I put the<br>Red dot up on his head like Arabian (like Arabian?)<br>Yeah Kemo with the shady grin<br>Hungry like a cryin baby and, 80 Haiti men (Haiti men)<br>Plus you niggas mad cuz ya lady friend`s<br>All up on my team, givin me brain out the Mercedes-Benz (she crazy man)<br>Plus you don`t know what 10 of 50 states he in<br>Maybe in a couple of years kickin it wit Canadians<br>Fuckin around wit them niggas choppin up they weight again<br>Fuckin around wit them razor blades and plates again<br>Nigga don`t make me raise the stakes again<br>I got kin and friends and niggas in the street, they heat up ya meat<br>Now Kemo Feez about to kick up his feet, I kicks you wit the Elite<br>I rather spit than serve you up a little chicken feet<br>Nigga that`s a brick of deep, I know you niggas sick of me<br>So you catch me with a 5th of liquor beat screamin...<br><br>[Hook: Kemo]<br>URR URR! come herre derty<br>Lemme holla at cha<br>URR URR! come herre derty<br>Lemme holla at cha<br>URR URR! come herre derty<br>Lemme holla at cha<br>Lemme holla at cha derty lemme hear ya say<br>URR URR! come herre derty<br>Lemme holla at cha<br>URR URR! come herre derty<br>Lemme holla at cha<br>URR URR! come herre derty<br>Lemme holla at cha<br>Lemme holla at cha dertyyyyyyyy<br><br>[Verse 2: Kaos]<br>You and ya partna used to roll Tru`s and 4`s<br>12`s in the back, G`d up all hoes<br>Urry week you had a suite up in the hotel<br>Big boys, they don`t owe, sell<br>Them was the days wit the Bov and the fade<br>Urybody had a minimual wage, but y`all was straight gettin paid<br>Walkin down the block wit ya 2 rocks, slangin<br>STL hat, got fat<br>Now you got word you gettin kicked in<br>And X put you on that, see you got a rat snitchin<br>But you already know who it is<br>That`s why you moved ya girl and ya kids a week ago<br>So handle yo busi-ness<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Verse 3: Kemo]<br>I use a steak up on my plate bitch<br>I`m hungry and I haven`t ate shit, so I advocate to hate shit<br>Like smokin and knowin what it`s laced wit<br>I emerged from the basement, slappin faces, smilin faces<br>Time behind the walls got me on some masturbate shit<br>Plus I had the guard to get my shank and lacerate shit<br>Bitch it ain`t no mystery, soon as they mention me<br>I, know its a problem cuz of my criminal history<br>At, any moment I could be down therre again<br>Stay up, to all my niggas doin time in the pen<br>And if they ever have to take me back<br>I`ma remain a black, thurl motherfucka from the northside of the tracks<br>motherfuckas tryin to buy my soul, yo what is this<br>All up on my fuckin pole, fuck up out my business<br>(Tired of urbody askin who the hell we signin wit)<br>Fuck a major label, they ain`t ready for this real shit<br><br>[Hook]<br><br>[Kemo Talking]<br>Kaos, A.K.A. Kriss Kreingle<br>Kemo, A.K.A. Young Ike Turner<br>DJ Kool Aid, A.K.A. The Big Brawl<br>Lil` Starburst in the house<br>McFeezee!<br>Buck Bam Sham<br>Da Hol` 9<br>Hella Thurl<br>STL, that`s what I`m talkin bout<br>Yeah, ha ha ha