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

Hell
I this nigga was lookin' for a body bag
100 bricks, a come-up, rob papi's stash
I'm Jason without the hockey mask
Rap game is 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 of niggaz callin' me, I'm goin' back to beepers
Valore match my sneakers, Porsche, fantastic
I feel god, but I'm crooked like all the preachers
Ya wife middle name is nigga, choo-choo
Ya know I claim, Dipset, Soo-Woo
Yeah, is the Ave
Plus the name
with Ferraris
I new to the Range
I know niggaz was waitin' for it, the waitin's over
Here it come y'all, Diplomat

40.
These rappers better keep my out they mouth
For they end up with 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 flippin' basuda, y'all gettin' no mula
Ya copped a lil' whip now,
Sick when I by, 6 when the goons by
plates when they ship me a new ride
Your worst
Think the Birds fair
My niggaz really would like termite
Turnpike yeah, with that right here
Make want it like its pearl white Airs
you know about bud with furry white hairs
Only bud you know is you hurl light beer
I Dip with the Set that make 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 bottom
Get your riot gear, Writer's
knock you out the night you wear
Yeah, I'm with that white to spare
Got the store lookin' like a white affair
Quite aware, the D's on
Creppin' for perps, but my V, it surf
and reverse, Spree's' will disperse
Ya to murk, you'll need you a nurse
Why beef with these
When I can put a in the dirt
And try to grow a tree out the
Indeed I'm the worst, sleeve fulla
Other than that, it look like you can ski down my
They mad the made it
But I'm the greatest
never honored, favored, nor nominated
This is easy, but to it's complicated
You ain't dropping shit, career is constipated

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

Bloaw ya, ya there for a nice cold hour
The bitch real thick, then I might go
I'm getting big chips, you got dollars
Small, see I ball like a new
crew mad ock
Cuz I chopped the top off of new Jag
"Who that" is what the bitches yell 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 money coming in too fast
Too bad there ain't a crew fag

I y'all niggaz man
niggaz 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
Hold ya
I'll see y'all niggaz real
Y'all niggaz what it is
Take a stand, for the most movement moving
It's all muthafuckin' day