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

I'm you heard

back in the building
It's official
Hell Rell DipSet all day nigga do it
to me I talk back
Yea
Yea

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

Rell]
Yo, from a lonely jail back to the bricks
Its Hell Rell from the the the Dips!
See I got to put work back on the again
back on my feet again
Gators on my feet again
some guns these 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 coke to throw away a key
Fuck em you kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
The live it up
Clack give it up
Hard dick have money what I give a
Chocolate Escalade call that truck
My gun bust I say more
Now I've got my moms telling me I should pray
Mami please I don't get on my knees shit ain't for G's
I'm to take my ass to hell for all the triggers I squeeze (Let's go)

Now I'm a he's a hustla we some motherfuckin
hustlaz you love 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 he's a rider we some motherfuckin
you love to be a rider too? Holla at me
Hell Rell, Dipset, gang, what's good
Wouldn't you to be a gangsta too? Talk to me!

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

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