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

Hell
I heard nigga was lookin' for a body bag
100 bricks, a come-up, rob papi's stash
I'm Jason Vorheas without the mask
Rap game is Crystal Lake, you need, I'll get you weight
How you want it, cooked or
Bagged or
jackin' my swag, fag
You know Rell, I show you how to a diva
I'm of niggaz callin' me, I'm goin' back to beepers
match my sneakers, Porsche, fantastic features
I feel god, but I'm like all the pastor preachers
Ya wife middle name is Train nigga,
Ya what I claim, Dipset, Soo-Woo
Yeah, is the Ave
Plus the name
Familiar Ferraris
I ain't new to the
I know y'all niggaz was waitin' for it, the waitin's
Here it come y'all, takeover

40.
These rappers keep my name out they mouth
For they really end up with my name in they
What they about, there's no paper to count?
The type to re-up papi, and pay for a ounce
You niggaz flippin' basuda, y'all no mula
Ya copped a lil' whip now,
when I cruise by, 6 when the goons by
Diplomat plates when they ship me a new
worst nightmare
Think the Birds fight
My niggaz really would like termite
Turnpike yeah, with work right here
everybody want it like its pearl white Airs
What you know about bud with white hairs
Only bud you know is you hurl light beer
I still Dip with the Set make ya set dip
Set-trip, get hit with the Tec, I don't stretch
I'm 40.

J.R.
I'm from the bottom of the queer
Get riot gear, Writer's here
I'll knock you out the night you
Yeah, I'm with that white to spare
Got the corner store like a white affair
aware, the D's on alert
Creppin' for perps, but my V, it surf
Screech and reverse, Spree's' disperse
Ya easy to murk, you'll need you a
Why beef with these
When I can put a seed in the
And try to grow a tree out the
I'm the worst, sleeve fulla Smurfs
Other than that, it look like you can ski my shirt
mad the monster made it
But I'm the greatest
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 rich
I get then have your bitch go count it
I'll hit you with the quarter pound, not 4
The .4 pound'll ya
ya shiverin' like he just took a ice-cold shower

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

I told niggaz man
Y'all niggaz fuck wit' us
We the Gladiators, Dipset
We a true to be reckon with
Shotu-out to all my
All my bitches all a dollar
All my in the pen
ya head
I'll see y'all niggaz soon
Y'all niggaz know it is
Take a stand, for the powerfulest movement moving
It's all muthafuckin' day