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Hell
Oh we told niggaz last time it was More Than Music
Y'all wanna listen huh, okay
(Rell) Ruger (Rell)
Check it man,

Rell:
I heard this was lookin' for a body bag
100 bricks, that's a come-up, rob stash
I'm Jason Vorheas the hockey mask
Rap game is Crystal Lake, what you need, 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
Valore my sneakers, Porsche, fantastic features
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
Ruger's the name
Familiar with
I ain't new to the
I know y'all was waitin' for it, the waitin's over
Here it come y'all, takeover

40.
These rappers keep my name out they 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 papi, and pay for a ounce
You flippin' basuda, y'all gettin' no mula
Ya a lil' whip now, dippity-doo-dow
Sick when I by, 6 when the goons by
Diplomat plates when ship me a new ride
worst nightmare
Think the Birds fair
My niggaz really like termite stairs
Turnpike yeah, with that work right
Make everybody want it like its white Airs
What you know about bud with furry hairs
Only bud you know is you hurl light beer
I Dip with 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 of the bottom queer
Get your riot gear, Writer's
I'll you out the night you wear
Yeah, I'm with that white to spare
Got the corner store lookin' a white affair
aware, the D's on alert
Creppin' for perps, but my V, it surf
and reverse, Spree's' will disperse
Ya easy to murk, you'll need you a
Why beef with jerks
When I can put a seed in the
And try to grow a out the earth
Indeed I'm the worst, sleeve fulla
Other that, it look like you can ski down my shirt
They mad the made it
But I'm beyond the
You're never honored, favored, nor
is easy, but to them it's complicated
You ain't dropping shit, career is constipated

Juelz
you know 'bout it, I'm a rich pimp
I get dough then have your go count it
I'll hit you 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 real thick, then I might go holla
I'm getting big chips, you got micro
Small, see I ball like a new
Your mad ock
Cuz I the top off of that new Jag
"Who that" is what the bitches when I cruise past
Two Mags, I wave it and pave it through his
Two K's of blue haze I stuff up in blue bag
5th, two clips I got up in that Lou bag
You mad cuz nigga's coming in too fast
Too bad ain't a better crew fag

I told niggaz man
Y'all niggaz can't wit' us
We the muthafuckin' Gladiators,
We a true force to be with
Shotu-out to all my
All my bitches all about a
All my in the pen
Hold ya
I'll see y'all niggaz soon
Y'all niggaz what it is
Take a stand, for the most powerfulest movement
Dipset all muthafuckin' day