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

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

40.
rappers better keep my name out they mouth
For they really end up with my name in mouth
What complaining about, there's no paper to count?
The type to with papi, and pay for a ounce
You niggaz flippin' basuda, y'all gettin' no
Ya copped a whip now, dippity-doo-dow
Sick I cruise by, 6 when the goons by
Diplomat plates they ship me a new ride
Your nightmare
Think the fight fair
My niggaz really would termite stairs
Turnpike yeah, with work right here
Make everybody it like its pearl white Airs
What you know about bud with furry white
bud you know is when you hurl light beer
I still Dip with the Set that ya set dip
Set-trip, get hit with the Tec, I don't 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 night you
Yeah, I'm everywhere that white to spare
Got the corner store lookin' like a affair
aware, the D's on alert
Creppin' for perps, but my V, it gon'
Screech and reverse, Spree's' disperse
Ya easy to murk, you'll you a nurse
Why beef with these
When I can put a seed in the
And try to a tree out the earth
Indeed I'm the worst, fulla Smurfs
Other that, it look like you can ski down my shirt
They mad the monster 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 it, I'm a rich pimp
I get dough then have your bitch go it
hit you with the quarter pound, not 4 ounces
The .4 pound'll 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 might go
I'm getting big chips, you got dollars
Small, see I like a new draft
crew mad ock
Cuz I the top off of that new Jag
"Who that" is what the yell when I cruise past
Two Mags, I wave it and pave it his durag
Two K's of haze I stuff up in that blue bag
Blue 5th, two I got up in that Lou bag
You mad cuz nigga's money coming in too
Too bad there ain't a crew fag

I told y'all man
Y'all niggaz can't wit' us
We the muthafuckin' Gladiators,
We a true force to be with
to all my hustlers
All my all about a dollar
All my in the pen
ya head
I'll see y'all real soon
Y'all niggaz what it is
Take a stand, for the most movement moving
It's all muthafuckin' day