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Hell
Oh we told y'all niggaz last it was More Than Music
Y'all ain't listen huh, okay
(Rell) Ruger (Rell)
Check it man,

Hell
I heard this was lookin' for a body bag
100 bricks, that's a come-up, rob papi's
I'm Vorheas without the hockey mask
Rap game is Lake, what you need, I'll get you weight
How you it, cooked or uncooked
or unbagged
Quick my swag, fag
You know Rell, I you how to mack a diva
I'm tired of niggaz callin' me, I'm goin' to beepers
Valore match my sneakers, Porsche, fantastic
I feel god, but I'm like all the pastor preachers
Ya wife middle name is Train nigga,
Ya know I claim, Dipset, Soo-Woo
Yeah, is the Ave
Plus Ruger's the
with Ferraris
I new to the Range
I know y'all niggaz was waitin' for it, the over
Here it y'all, Diplomat takeover

40.
These rappers keep my name out they mouth
For they really end up with my name in mouth
What they about, there's no paper to count?
The to re-up with papi, and pay for a ounce
You niggaz flippin' basuda, y'all no mula
Ya copped a whip now, dippity-doo-dow
Sick when I cruise by, 6 when the by
Diplomat plates when they me a new ride
Your nightmare
Think the Birds fight
My niggaz really would termite stairs
Turnpike yeah, with that work right
Make everybody want it like its pearl white
What you know about bud with furry hairs
Only bud you know is when you light beer
I still Dip with the Set make ya set dip
Set-trip, get hit with the Tec, I stretch shit
I'm 40.

J.R.
I'm the bottom of the bottom queer
Get your riot gear, Writer's
knock you out the night you wear
Yeah, I'm everywhere that white to spare
Got the corner store lookin' like a white
aware, the D's on alert
Creppin' for perps, but my V, it surf
Screech and reverse, will disperse
Ya easy to murk, need you a nurse
Why beef with jerks
When I can put a in the dirt
And try to a tree out the earth
Indeed I'm the worst, sleeve fulla
Other than that, it like you can ski down my shirt
mad the monster made it
But I'm beyond the
You're honored, favored, nor nominated
This is easy, but to them complicated
You ain't dropping shit, career is constipated

Juelz
What you know 'bout it, I'm a pimp
I get dough have your bitch go count it
I'll hit you the quarter pound, not 4 ounces
The .4 pound'll ya
Leave ya shiverin' like he took a ice-cold shower

Bloaw ya, leave ya there for a nice cold
The bitch thick, then I might go holla
I'm getting big chips, you got dollars
Small, see I ball a new draft
crew mad ock
Cuz I the top off of that new Jag
"Who that" is what the bitches yell when I cruise
Two Mags, I it and pave it through his durag
Two K's of blue I stuff up in that blue bag
5th, two clips I got up in that Lou bag
You mad cuz nigga's coming in too fast
Too bad there a better crew fag

I told y'all man
niggaz can't fuck wit' us
We the muthafuckin' Gladiators,
We a true force to be reckon
Shotu-out to all my
All my bitches all a dollar
All my in the pen
ya head
I'll see y'all niggaz real
Y'all niggaz know it is
Take a stand, for the most powerfulest moving
Dipset all muthafuckin' day