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

Rell:
I heard this nigga was lookin' for a bag
100 bricks, a come-up, rob papi's stash
I'm Jason without the hockey mask
Rap game is Crystal Lake, what you need, I'll get you
How you want it, cooked or
or unbagged
Quick my swag, fag
You Rell, I show you how to mack 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 crooked like all the preachers
Ya wife middle name is Train nigga,
Ya know what I claim, Dipset,
Yeah, is the Ave
Plus Ruger's the
Familiar Ferraris
I ain't new to the
I know y'all niggaz was for it, the waitin's over
Here it come y'all, takeover

40.
These rappers better keep my name out mouth
For they really end up my name in they mouth
What they complaining about, there's no to count?
The type to re-up with papi, and pay for a
You niggaz basuda, y'all gettin' no mula
Ya copped a lil' whip now,
Sick I cruise by, 6 when the goons by
Diplomat plates when they me a new ride
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 furry white hairs
Only bud you know is when you hurl light
I still Dip the Set that 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 bottom
Get your gear, Writer's here
I'll knock you out the you wear
Yeah, I'm everywhere 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, Spree's' will
Ya easy to murk, you'll need you a
Why beef with these
I can put a seed in the dirt
And try to grow a tree out the
Indeed I'm the worst, sleeve fulla
Other that, it look like you can ski down my shirt
mad the monster made it
But I'm the greatest
You're never honored, favored, nor
This is easy, but to them it's
You ain't shit, your career is constipated

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

Bloaw ya, leave ya there for a nice hour
The bitch real thick, I might go holla
I'm getting big chips, you got micro
Small, see I ball like a new
Your mad ock
Cuz I chopped the top off of new Jag
"Who that" is what the bitches yell when I past
Two Mags, I wave it and pave it through his
Two K's of blue haze I up in that blue bag
5th, two clips 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 niggaz fuck wit' us
We the Gladiators, Dipset
We a force to be reckon with
Shotu-out to all my
All my bitches all a dollar
All my in the pen
Hold ya
I'll see y'all real soon
niggaz know what it is
Take a stand, for the most powerfulest moving
It's Dipset all day