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

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

40.
These rappers better keep my out they mouth
For really end up with my name in they mouth
What they complaining about, no paper to count?
The type to re-up papi, and pay for a ounce
You niggaz flippin' basuda, y'all gettin' no
Ya copped a lil' now, dippity-doo-dow
when I cruise by, 6 when the goons by
Diplomat plates when they me a new ride
Your nightmare
Think the Birds fight
My niggaz would like termite stairs
Turnpike yeah, with that work here
Make everybody want it like its white Airs
What you know about bud with white hairs
Only bud you is when you hurl 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 from the bottom of the queer
Get your riot gear, here
I'll knock you out the you wear
Yeah, I'm with that white to spare
Got the corner store lookin' like a white
Quite aware, the D's on
for perps, but my V, it gon' surf
Screech and reverse, will disperse
Ya easy to murk, need you a nurse
Why beef these jerks
I can put a seed in the dirt
And try to a tree out the earth
Indeed I'm the worst, fulla Smurfs
than that, it look like you can ski down my shirt
They mad the made it
But I'm beyond the
You're honored, favored, nor nominated
This is easy, but to them complicated
You dropping shit, your career is constipated

Santana:
What you know 'bout it, I'm a pimp
I get dough then your bitch go count it
I'll hit you with the pound, not 4 ounces
The .4 pound ya
ya shiverin' like he just took a ice-cold shower

Bloaw ya, leave ya there for a nice cold
The bitch real thick, then I go holla
I'm getting big chips, you got micro
Small, see I ball like a new
crew mad ock
Cuz I chopped the top off of new Jag
"Who that" is what the bitches when I cruise past
Two Mags, I it and pave it through his durag
Two K's of blue haze I up in that blue bag
Blue 5th, two I got up in that Lou bag
You mad cuz money coming in too fast
Too bad there ain't a better fag

I told y'all man
Y'all 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 know what it is
Take a stand, for the most powerfulest movement
Dipset all muthafuckin' day