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

I'm sure you

He's in the building
It's official
Hell Rell DipSet all day let's do it
Talk to me I back
Yea
Yea

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

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

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

[Hell
Yea I'm gettin out
So what the judge boost the
Niggaz run around what they gonna do to Rell (Nothin)
Two P-89's on me me Ruger Rell
Y'all niggaz talk about your bodies I don't shoot and
And you playing you ain't even close to culture
First you up you down what you rollercoaster?
Tre pound rubber what my holster holding
And a baby being born a fiend overdoser
Must have my dope that did em man
I party on the yacht with hoes or her pigeon friends
You tell a slut you her and miss her hug her and kiss her
I fuck her and her probably was your cousin or sister
I got sucking dick, put product on the strip
a nigga pay a nigga just to bottle up a brick
But I'm trying to make sure that my dust
A young what 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 hand on me your moms'll get it in the mail
I was buzzing more than you I was sitting in a cell
All the streets to know was where's Hell Rell
There go Jimmy go Killa but where's Hell Rell
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 when I it's like jungle fever
A couple niggaz going to be shot in their
Robbed for every dollar that got in their safe
See I'm like a phe-no-me-non (Yea)
I kidnap your kids with their on (Yea)
And I slap a nigga just for stepping on my white on whites
I'm in the like peeling cheese and Mike and Ikes