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

Hell
I this 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 is Crystal Lake, what you need, I'll get you weight
How you want it, cooked or
Bagged or
Quick my swag, fag
You know Rell, I you how to mack a diva
I'm of niggaz callin' me, I'm goin' back to beepers
Valore match my sneakers, Porsche, features
I feel god, but I'm like all the pastor preachers
Ya wife name is Train nigga, choo-choo
Ya know I claim, Dipset, Soo-Woo
Yeah, is the Ave
Ruger's the name
Familiar with
I new to the Range
I know y'all niggaz was waitin' for it, the over
Here it come y'all, Diplomat

40.
These rappers keep my name out they mouth
For they really end up with my name in mouth
What they complaining about, there's no paper to
The type to re-up with papi, and pay for a
You niggaz flippin' basuda, y'all no mula
Ya copped a lil' whip now,
Sick when I by, 6 when the goons by
Diplomat plates when they ship me a new
Your nightmare
the Birds fight fair
My niggaz really would termite stairs
Turnpike yeah, with that work here
Make want it like its pearl white Airs
What you know about bud with furry hairs
Only bud you is when 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 of the bottom queer
Get your riot gear, here
knock you out the night you wear
Yeah, I'm everywhere with that to spare
Got the corner lookin' like a white affair
Quite aware, the D's on
for perps, but my V, it gon' surf
Screech and reverse, Spree's' disperse
Ya to murk, you'll need you a nurse
Why beef with these
When I can put a seed in the
And try to grow a tree out the
Indeed I'm the worst, sleeve fulla
Other than that, it like you can ski down my shirt
mad the monster made it
But I'm the greatest
You're honored, favored, nor nominated
is easy, but to them it's complicated
You ain't dropping shit, your career is

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

Bloaw ya, ya there for a nice cold hour
The bitch real thick, I might go holla
I'm getting big chips, you got micro
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 when I 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 nigga's coming in too fast
Too bad there ain't a crew fag

I told y'all man
Y'all niggaz can't fuck us
We the muthafuckin' Gladiators,
We a true force to be with
to all my hustlers
All my all about a dollar
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 powerfulest moving
Dipset all muthafuckin' day