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"Wouldn't You To Be A Gangsta Too?"

I'm sure you

He's back in the
It's ticial
Hell DipSet all day nigga let's do it
to me I talk back
Yea
Yea

Now I'm a hustla a hustla we some motherfuckin
hustlaz wouldn't you love you be a hustla too? to me
I'm a he's a gangsta we some motherfuckin
gangstaz you love to be a gansgsta too?

Rell]
Yo, from a lonely jail cell back to the
Its Hell Rell from the the the Dips!
See I got to put back on the street again
Bounce back on my feet
Gators on my feet again
Bought some guns haters back with the beef again
Red-dot them infared lasers back on the again
And they wanna me up throw away the key
'cause I'm sitting on enough coke to throw a key
Fuck em you wanna kill me come and do it I don't a fuck
The live it up
Clack give it up
Hard dick money what I give a slut
Chocolate Escalade that Snickers truck
My gun need I say more
Now I've got my moms me I should pray more
Mami please I don't get on my knees shit ain't for G's
I'm bout to take my ass to hell for all the triggers I (Let's go)

Now I'm a hustla he's a hustla we some
hustlaz wouldn't you you be a hustla too? Now talk to me
I'm a gangsta he's a gangsta we some
gangstaz wouldn't you love to be a gansgsta too? at me
I'm a ridah a rider we some motherfuckin ridaz
wouldn't you love to be a rider too? at me
Hell Rell, Dipset, Bird gang, what's
Wouldn't you like to be a gangsta Talk to me!

[Hell
Yea I'm still out
So what the judge the bail
run around saying what they gonna do to Rell (Nothin)
Two P-89's on me call me Ruger
Y'all talk about your bodies I don't shoot and tell
And you still playing you ain't close to culture
you up then you down what you rollercoaster?
Tre pound rubber what my holster holding
And there's a being born a fiend overdoser
Must have been my that did em man
I party on the yacht with some hoes or her friends
You tell a slut you love her and miss her hug her and her
I fuck her and diss her probably was your cousin or
I got sucking dick, put product on the strip
Spray a nigga pay a nigga just to up a brick
But I'm trying to sure that my dust move
A young nigga what I was laid I hamma

[Hell
For that paper you daughter up
pulling Porches up
Cam I'm hungry now go head and kick Air Jordans up
Put your hand on me your moms'll get it in the
I was more than you when I was sitting in a cell
All the streets to know was where's Hell Rell
There go Jimmy there go Killa but Hell Rell
There go Freaky, Santana but Hell Rell
I'm now everybody thanks for all the fan mail
But fuck a bitch I don't love them (Naw)
The pot black the is white so when I cook it's like jungle fever
A niggaz going to be shot in their face
Robbed for dollar that they got in their safe
See I'm like a phe-no-me-non (Yea)
I kidnap kids with their pajamas on (Yea)
And I still a nigga just for stepping on my white on whites
I'm in the like peeling cheese and Mike and Ikes