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

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 game is Crystal Lake, what you need, get you weight
How you it, cooked or uncooked
Bagged or
jackin' my swag, fag
You Rell, I show you how to mack a diva
I'm tired of niggaz callin' me, I'm goin' to beepers
Valore match my sneakers, Porsche, fantastic
I feel god, but I'm crooked all the pastor preachers
Ya wife middle is Train nigga, choo-choo
Ya know I claim, Dipset, Soo-Woo
Yeah, is the Ave
Ruger's the name
Familiar Ferraris
I new to the Range
I know niggaz was waitin' for it, the waitin's over
Here it y'all, Diplomat takeover

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

J.R.
I'm from the bottom of the queer
Get riot gear, Writer's here
knock you out the night you wear
Yeah, I'm everywhere with that white to
Got the corner lookin' like a white affair
aware, the D's on alert
Creppin' for perps, but my V, it gon'
Screech and reverse, Spree's' will
Ya to murk, you'll need you a nurse
Why beef these jerks
I can put a seed in the dirt
And try to a tree out the earth
I'm the worst, sleeve fulla Smurfs
Other that, it look like you can ski down my shirt
mad the monster made it
But I'm beyond the
never honored, favored, nor nominated
This is easy, but to it's complicated
You dropping shit, your career is constipated

Santana:
What you know 'bout it, I'm a rich
I get dough then have your bitch go it
I'll hit you with the quarter pound, not 4
The .4 pound'll ya
Leave ya shiverin' like he just took a shower

Bloaw ya, leave ya for a nice cold hour
The bitch thick, then I might go holla
I'm big chips, you got micro dollars
Small, see I like a new draft
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 it and pave it through his durag
Two K's of blue I stuff up in that blue bag
5th, two clips I got up in that Lou bag
You mad cuz nigga's money in too fast
Too bad there ain't a crew fag

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