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

Hell
I heard this nigga was lookin' for a bag
100 bricks, that's a come-up, rob stash
I'm Jason Vorheas without the mask
Rap is Crystal Lake, what you need, I'll get you weight
How you it, cooked or uncooked
or unbagged
Quick my swag, fag
You know Rell, I show you how to mack a
I'm tired of niggaz callin' me, I'm goin' back to
Valore match my sneakers, Porsche, fantastic
I feel god, but I'm crooked all the pastor preachers
Ya wife name is Train nigga, choo-choo
Ya what I claim, Dipset, Soo-Woo
Yeah, is the Ave
Plus the name
Familiar Ferraris
I ain't new to the
I know niggaz 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 with my in they mouth
What they about, there's no paper to count?
The type to re-up papi, and pay for a ounce
You niggaz flippin' basuda, y'all no mula
Ya copped a whip now, dippity-doo-dow
Sick when I by, 6 when the goons by
Diplomat plates when they ship me a new
worst nightmare
Think the Birds fair
My niggaz really would like stairs
Turnpike yeah, with work right 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 shit
I'm 40.

J.R.
I'm from the bottom of the queer
Get your riot gear, here
I'll knock you out the you wear
Yeah, I'm everywhere with white to spare
Got the corner store lookin' like a white
Quite aware, the D's on
Creppin' for perps, but my V, it surf
and reverse, Spree's' will disperse
Ya easy to murk, you'll you a nurse
Why beef with jerks
When I can put a in the dirt
And try to a tree out the earth
I'm the worst, sleeve fulla Smurfs
Other than that, it look like you can ski my shirt
They mad the made it
But I'm beyond the
never honored, favored, nor nominated
This is easy, but to it's complicated
You ain't dropping shit, your career is

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

Bloaw ya, leave ya for a nice cold hour
The real thick, then I might go holla
I'm getting big chips, you got dollars
Small, see I ball a new draft
crew mad ock
Cuz I the top off of that new Jag
"Who that" is what the bitches yell when I past
Two Mags, I wave it and it through his durag
Two K's of blue haze I stuff up in blue bag
Blue 5th, two clips I got up in Lou bag
You mad cuz nigga's money coming in too
Too bad there a better crew fag

I y'all niggaz man
Y'all niggaz can't fuck us
We the Gladiators, Dipset
We a force to be reckon with
to all my hustlers
All my bitches all a dollar
All my in the pen
ya head
I'll see niggaz real soon
niggaz know what it is
Take a stand, for the most movement moving
It's all muthafuckin' day