Rell fresh home
How it feel to back where the bricks my nigga
Ya heard, I got the D.A. on my ass right now
All my soldiers behind the G Wall
Inhale, exhale, fuck the police
I'm up early on the strip while the birds chirpin'
I had to turn my ohone off too many birds chirpin'
Damn my homies gotta sit in the bing
So for them, I flood my chain and piss in my ring
Yeah, shit on these niggaz 'til I sit wit the Lord
I woulda been home last year but I got hit at the board, nigga
Yeah, you spotted man, now you red dotted man
You fuckin' wit Hell Rell, New York City's rider man
Now is these niggaz some killers like us?
They say the real, well they realer than us?
No, no, no
Is my set good?
Is my bet good?
Is my threat good?
Yes, yes, yes
Since you've been home they done indicted ya boy
Due to the circumstances of this life we enjoy
Niggaz start snitchin' they Sammy the Bullin'
'Til my niggaz start grippin' these hammers and pull 'em
That's when these niggaz start switchin' turnin' Islamic and Muslim
'Cause they seein' my position is straight savage and hoodlums
Shit, who suffered and lost, my new truck is a Porsche
This is One-Eye Willie and I'm from fuckin' New York
Who them niggaz paintin' the town red
Dip-set
Banks stop and we lay down bets
Byrd Gang
Who them niggaz gettin' that money man
Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set
Who them niggaz leave wit ya bitch nigga
Byrd Gang
Who them niggaz squeezin at bitch niggaz
Dip-set
Who them niggaz that gotta get rich nigga
Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang
Now do these niggaz be bangin' like me?
They say they G is they gangstas like me?
No, no, no
Is my guns good?
Is my ones good?
Do we run hoods?
Yes, yes, yes
My pistol game been tight since chicken lo mein and rice
Tryna get that paper, flippin' that caine for a price
Fiends goin brazy, hittin that caine through the pipe
Niggaz that bang to the right, I'm just sayin this is life
So we adore and survive
Cause through this war we gon ride wit two 4's on our side
Shit, man I'm riskin' it all
Cause for this love and this money man, I just wanna ball
Who them niggaz paintin' the town red?
Dip-set
Banks stop and we lay down bets
Byrd Gang
Who them niggaz gettin' that money man
Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set, Dip-set
Who them niggaz leave wit ya bitch nigga
Byrd Gang
Who them niggaz squeezin' at bitch niggaz
Dip-set
Who them niggaz that gotta get rich nigga
Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang, Byrd Gang
These niggaz want me to slow down and switch my speed
And these bitches pokin' holes in the condom tryna get my seed
Leave me alone lemme twist my weed
Two things I never seen a U.F.O. and a bitch I need
The Beamer shinin' on B.B.'s, niggaz tryin' to be me
You gangsta on the streets dawg, north signin' to P.C
These niggaz washed up callin' it quits
It don't matter, Porsche to 6, they be all my dick
I slaughter the strip wit a quarter a brick
I got Florida chicks comin' to N.Y. for the dick
I only been home for a month but I'm still fresh y'all
Up in this booth and still smellin' like the mess hall
Now is these niggaz more liver than me?
He kinda hot but is he spittin' more fire than me?
No, no, no, no
Is my dope good?
Is my coke good?
Am I so hood?
Yes, yes, yes, yes
Now is these niggaz some killas like us
They say the real, well they realer than us
No, no, no
Is my set good?
Is my bet good?
Is my threat good?
[Hell Rell:]
Move it, bounce it, shake that ass
There's some ballas in here
Move it, bounce it, shake that ass
There's some hustlers in here
Move it, bounce it, shake that ass
There's some money in here
It's some money in here
You know what it is
[Verse 1: Young Dro]
Okay, yellow ice, foreign car
Foreign broad, porn star
Y'all pussy niggaz lost like you forgot your Onstar
26 inches, oh, put that on my orange car
When it come to bread bitch I'm stacked up like a loanshark
Remy and Patron, squad, Grand Hustle eat the plate
Dipset bitch, I'm 'bout to pull up with that Eagle yeah
I'm hard, that's what my peoples say
Don't make me bring them dumpers out
Benz color brusslesprouts
Hoes I don't give a fuck about
Lord of the Rings bitch don't make me pull my knuckles out
Charm yellow like pee, rims rollin' like E
Bitches holdin' my hard, bitches rollin' my weed
Karats roll Lilo, Hell Rell Casino
And when I'm in the Lamborghini I'm Gambino
My slugs blow a nigga bald head like khemo
And when I'm in New York, they holla at me like Nino
Ask the Flintstones, I'm a Don like Dino
[Hook: Hell Rell]
(I might stop)
I'm rimmed up (I rimmed up)
Had some Guccis on, took 'em off, now I'm Timbed up
Got some gangstas with me, there's money on deck
It's Dipset, and you know what we wanna see
Move it, bounce it, shake that ass
There's some ballas in here
Move it, bounce it, shake that ass
There's some hustlers in here
Move it, bounce it, shake that ass
There's some money in here
It's some money in here
You know what it is
[Verse 2: Hell Rell]
Tell these niggaz don't touch you if they ain't tippin'
Tell a bitch don't criticize you if they ain't strippin'
It's just a way of livin', now move that ass, shake that ass
Move it, bounce it, shake it baby, drop it to the flo'
If you throw it in his face mama then he gon' spend some mo'
She ain't never had a job, she ain't never work before
But her ass crazy fat, she know how to work the pole
She smoke a lil' purp, and she do it after work
And she party every night and talk all day on the chirp
Want me to come scoop her like her middle name is Haagen Daaz
Yeah I brought the whole clique baby meet the entourage
I live a fast life, see the wrist, that's ice
Bling be a part of it if you can shake that ass right
If they still sellin' champagne, I'm still buyin' it
The money over here baby, tell me who you flyin' with
[Hook: Hell Rell]
(I might stop)
I'm rimmed up (I rimmed up)
Had some Guccis on, took 'em off, now I'm Timbed up
Got some gangstas with me, there's money on deck
It's Dipset, and you know what we wanna see
Move it, bounce it, shake that ass
There's some ballas in here
Move it, bounce it, shake that ass
There's some hustlers in here
Move it, bounce it, shake that ass
There's some money in here
It's some money in here
"Wouldn't You Like To Be A Gangsta Too?"
Okay
I'm sure you heard
He's back in the building
It's official ticial
Hell Rell DipSet all day nigga let's do it
Talk to me I talk back
Now I'm a hustla he's a hustla we some motherfuckin
Hustlaz wouldn't you love you be a hustla too? Talk to me
I'm a gangsta he's a gangsta we some motherfuckin
Gangstaz wouldn't you love to be a gansgsta too?
[Hell Rell]
Yo, from a lonely jail cell back to the bricks
Its Hell Rell motherfucker from the the the Dips!
See I got to put work back on the street again
Bounce back on my feet again
Gators back on my feet again
Bought some guns these haters back with the beef again
Red-dot them infared lasers back on the heat again
And they wanna lock me up throw away the key
'cause I'm sitting on enough coke to throw away a key
Fuck em you wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
The Diplomats live it up
Clack Clack give it up
Hard dick have money what I give a slut
Chocolate Escalade call that Snickers truck
My gun bust need I say more
Now I've got my moms telling me I should pray more
Mami please I don't get on my knees that shit ain't for G's
I'm bout to take my ass to hell for all the triggers I squeeze (Let's go)
[Chorus]
Now I'm a hustla he's a hustla we some motherfuckin
Hustlaz wouldn't you love you be a hustla too? Now talk to me
I'm a gangsta he's a gangsta we some motherfuckin
Gangstaz wouldn't you love to be a gansgsta too? Holla at me
I'm a ridah he's a rider we some motherfuckin ridaz
Wouldn't you love to be a rider too? Holla at me
Hell Rell, Dipset, Bird gang, what's good
Wouldn't you like to be a gangsta too? Talk to me!
[Hell Rell]
Yea I'm still gettin out
So what the judge boost the bail
Niggaz run around saying what they gonna do to Rell (Nothin)
Two P-89's on me call me Ruger Rell
Y'all niggaz talk about your bodies I don't shoot and tell
And you still playing you ain't even close to culture
First you up then you down what you rollercoaster?
Tre pound rubber grip what my holster holding
And there's a baby being born a fiend overdoser
Must have been my dope that did em man
I party on the yacht with some hoes or her pigeon friends
You tell a slut you love her and miss her hug her and kiss her
I fuck her and diss her probably was your cousin or sister
I got mami sucking dick, put product on the strip
Spray a nigga pay a nigga just to bottle up a brick
But I'm trying to make sure that my dust move
A young nigga what I was laid I hamma dosage
[Chorus]
[Hell Rell]
For that paper snatch you daughter up
Cruise pulling Porches up
Cam I'm hungry now go head and kick your Air Jordans up
Put your hand on me your moms'll get it in the mail
I was buzzing more than you when I was sitting in a cell
All the streets wanted to know was where's Hell Rell
There go Jimmy there go Killa but where's Hell Rell
There go Freaky, Santana but where's Hell Rell
I'm here now everybody thanks for all the fan mail
But fuck a bitch I don't love them either (Naw)
The pot black the coke is white so when I cook it's like jungle fever
A couple niggaz going to be shot in their face
Robbed for every dollar that they got in their safe
See I'm something like a phe-no-me-non (Yea)
I kidnap your kids with their pajamas on (Yea)
And I still slap a nigga just for stepping on my white on whites
I'm in the hood like peeling cheese and Mike and Ikes
Uh, Weeks Ave, Dipset
I mean look at me
I look like a million dollars in all ten dollar bills baby
(Whoo) Yeah
Hook:
Ruger Rell pop the Glock
Come through and drop the top
Throw some money in the sky
I just took over the block
Move some keys on that bitch
I just took over the block
Move some keys on that bitch
Yeah, yeah
Ruger Rell pop the Glock
Come through and drop the top
Throw some money in the sky
I just took over the block
Move some keys on that bitch
I just took over the block
Move some keys on that bitch
Oh, oh
Verse 1:
Ruger Rell pop the Glock
Come through and drop the top
Throw some money in the sky
I just took over the block
Yeah, I got my pot, got my work, got my scale
58s-58s, and them 12-12s
My connect said it just came in from Mexico
Jeezy The Snowman would call me The Eskimo
You pussy, I know you pussy, what you think I said it fo'
Plant money seeds baby, sit back and let it grow, grow
I'm 'bout my chips, not onion and garlic
Ya mouth run and I see it done turn to a faucet
I'm married to the streets, y'all niggaz went and divorced it
Y'all walkin' and y'all mad vuz I went out and Porsche'd it, yeah
It ain't really about who got swag
Where the money at, it's about who got cash
And, they cry broke nowadays, it's ashamed
I don't got that problem because money's my middle name
Hook
Verse 2:
I never slip, I never fall
When it come to work I got them ounces and them 8-balls
I got them good prices, yeah I'm talkin' to all of y'all
You ain't gotta leave the block, yeah I'ma serve 'em all
Yeah, I'ma serve 'em all
(And I ball) Every hustler should have a picture of a brick
(On they wall) Baby get up on that pole, shake that shit
(For my dogs) Cuz he just came home
And he gone cuz he had too many shots of Patron
[Hell Rell:]
Show it off (Show it off)
Show it off (Show it off)
Show it off
Dipset! Yea! (Ruger!)
You know we like showin off right? (Uh huh)
So we gon bring the money and the cars out (Okay)
Woooo!
[Hook:]
It's time to show it off, watch me show it off
Her ass got bigger, she can't wait to show it off
Just bought a new Coupe, I hit the block and show it off
Just bought a new chain, I hit the club and show it off
I'm a show off!
[Chorus:]
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
Nigga, I'm a show off
[Hell Rell:]
Know what I be doin if I didn't have a deal
Probly be down south with the purple and the pills
I gotta blend in so I'm a go get me a grill
Ain't leavin this city till I make a half a mil
The block is on fire, yea it's hotter than a oven
I'll bring you to my hood, niggas gettin shot for nothing
Yea your house is on my wrist and your Jeep is on my neck
She came with her man but she leavin with the set (Dipset!)
And she from the A-Town plus she got the stupid fatty
She said she grew up around the corner from Lil' Scrappy
I told her, Okay kay kay, big gun on me, show you why I'm limpin
That ho get outta line, I'm a show her why I'm pimpin
That '08 Porsche look lovely while I'm in it
And it didn't get the picture because money wasn't in it
First you paint it up, then you tint it out
You throw a system in that bitch, then you rim it out
[Hook:]
It's time to show it off, watch me show it off
Her ass got bigger, she can't wait to show it off
Just bought a new Coupe, hit the block and show it off
Just bought a new chain, hit the club and show it off
I'm a show off!
[Chorus:]
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
Nigga, I'm a show off
[Hell Rell:]
Check, every time I scoop a new cutie I show her off
And every time I buy a new Uzi I show it off
Big stack in your face like look what I got
Middle finger in the air out the Crooked-I drop
Ooh, I'm on that Yak and Goose, I might crash the Coupe
I'm so fly, I shoulda been born with a parachute
Even in my afterlife, I'm gon be after loot
Stickin to the money like a mousetrap baby
Runnin outta money, kinda doubt that baby
Whole bunch a bullets'll come out that eighty
Walkin out the club, chain swinging like Babe Ruth
Shorty staring, almost crashed into a beige Coupe
Yea, bunch a rain clouds, I see thunderstorms
I see you comin home with Ruger, panties comin off
And it was a whole brick but I broke it off
Just made some new money nigga, watch me show it off
[Hook:]
It's time to show it off, watch me show it off
Her ass got bigger, she can't wait to show it off
Just bought a new Coupe, I hit the block and show it off
Just bought a new chain, I hit the club and show it off
I'm a show off!
[Chorus:]
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
Nigga, I'm a show off
[Hell Rell:]
Yea, somebody please come get him, he keep showin off
It's like he got a tree that money keep growin off
Look up in the closet, show you why I'm fly
Real big sticky bud, show you why I'm high
I bought a half a ounce and a scale, to show and tell
Keep talkin I'm a show you why they call me Ruger Rell
Yea car full a cash, yea I'm ridin with the money
You playin peek-a-boo, why you hidin from the money?
From The Bronx, Uptown!, we don't care about a law
We rip the traffic ticket up and throw it on the floor
We used to drink Cris, now we pour it on the floor
That's what you call showin off
I love showin off!
[Hook:]
It's time to show it off, watch me show it off
Her ass got bigger, she can't wait to show it off
Just bought a new Coupe, I hit the block and show it off
Just bought a new chain, I hit the club and show it off
I'm a show off!
[Chorus:]
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
I, I'm a show off
Ruger, Rell, Dipset
I like cars, clothes, jewelry
But I got a gun fetish man, Rugers at that
You know what I'm rockin' out with
Hook:
I got Rugers in the trunk
Pull over and dump
Rugers in the trunk
Pull over and dump
(Repeat)
Verse 1:
When it come to them guns, Ruger's a pro
I cock it back, squeeze it, let it blow
No niggaz too big, no niggaz too small
And when it come to coke, my middle name is U-Haul
I move it all (You move it all?)
Damn right, I move it all
From the soft to the hard that nigga Rell is on his job
And dude I'm what a baller be, that's why your girl calling me
Dope wasn't moving so we took it up to Albany
Upstate, New York, fiends spending that dough
They put it in they arm or sniff it up they nose
Mac'll leave 'em dead, I think he a fed
Cuz when he front you birds he don't be checkin' for his bread
26's rolling on the ride
Break ya jaw and have you eatin' chicken noodle soup with soda on the side
Yeah, cuz you's a chump, so nigga what you want
I got Mac's, AR-15's, but most of all
Hook
Verse 2:
Two dope strips, plus I'm selling guns
If ya money right, you can buy you one
There's Rugers on deck, the choppers is too
Plus them small dilligers that fit up in your shoe
Cash back home, and yeah he on his ish
My workers took a lost, but they back on the strip
Drive through Weeks Ave in the Porsche, seats is low
We gon' play this little game called "Where you keep the dough?"
Is it in the ceiling, is it in the floor
Is the Ruger gon' pop if you don't tell me more
And no you not a hustler, never touched a brick
You more like Isaiah, you can't handle the nicks
Never been on the grind, lemme play with them dimes
Have 'em in that black S5-50 reclined, yeah
And nigga you's a chump, so nigga what you want
That riot pump sittin' on the seat, but homie
My Criminal Career Started Around '93
I Was Young And Thugging And Just Tuff As I Could Be
With A Chip On My Shoulder Plus A Mean Demeanor,
It Got A Little Meaner When My Hand Touched The Nina.
It Was All Black With A Fucked Up Handle But I Loved It. Mack Took Me To The Roof And Showed Me How To Bust It,
I Was Open! When That Shit Went Bdllat And I Emptied The Clip And The Hammer Jumped Back Since Then I Slept Wit It Washed Up In The Tub With It And I Was Kinda Broke So Niggaz Got Stuck Up With It.
Me And My Man Bucks Went On A String Of Armed Robberies, Then I Got Knocked For Them String Of Armed Robberyâs
Fast Forward 96 Im Back On The Strip
Its Looking Good Niggaz In The Hood Fucking With Them Bricks
Copped The Tech And The .380 Like Who Want It
Snatched Up 100 Grams And Went Straight To New London
I Put A Crack House On That Connecticut Strip
It Wasnât Easy I Went To War For That Connecticut Strip
I Took That Block From A Nigga
Who Was Raised There I Aint Care Man I Had To Move Weight There
I Donât Play Fair, Hollow Tips Will Leave You Laid There
Iâll Snatch Your Kids Out The Day Care
But Then London Got Hot I Had To Fall Back Some Shit Happened I Cant Even Say On Wax (Cant Talk About It) Im Back In The Hood Again Like Yeah Whats Good Again
Niggaz Frontin Gotta Make My Gangsta Understood Again
[Juelz Santana]- Intro
C'mon, Yo Rell, we missed you while you was gone man
But you came home just in time, its Dipset season again
Its time to go off
[Hell Rell]So Gangsta, So Thug
Rap Game, Sewed Up
Sold Guns, Sold Drugs
(juelz) Hell Rell, Hold up!
[Juelz Santana]I sold crack, I am crack
I am back, bet stacks
Everything you niggas lack
I give back with the mack
[Hell Rell]I've been realer, you racoons
I'm chinchilla, i send killas
To your crib, with 10 milla's
You're nobody, We're them niggas
[Juelz Santana]That's true, That's right
What's new, That's life
Deal with it, fact is
Real niggas, is still Dip
[Hell Rell]It's my world, It's my rules
My guns, My jewels
Both great, You won't pay?
You want war?...O-kayyy..
Black Truck, Big Goons
Full Clips, Full moons
I rise, They fall
I win, they lose
[Juelz Santana]Stay tuned, this is
Just a preview, of what we do
what we bring you, Dipset
when you see us picture
He's so fresh, Oh yes, Coke stretch, Oh yes
Niggaz acting like they hate me
But on some real shit man they
On mah dick. they be up in these
Clubs like they getting money but
What chu gonna do when I come for
Those bricks.my nigga this is Hell
Rell just got outta jail cell gun
On mah pell pell down to get it
Poppin. just becuz you see me or
Just cause I'm on TV don't think I'm
Not a beast B nigga I will pop you.
I'm from the south bronx mothafucka[? ]
My boy George made millions of the
Obsession dope. I take ova buildings
For the look out on the roof and
Watch the block make a killing.
I'm in the fean house she getting
High in front of the children.I'm in
The back room baggin up like I don't
Givea fuck.gotta move the rest of
These grams so I can the truck. put
24's on it come thru the hood with
My fitted hat low like mothafuckas
Waz good. on my block niggaz don't
Givea fuck if your momz smoke. find
Niggaz that server her if she got
That dough.and she betta have ten
Not not niggaz we got dimes I can
Spit it homie nigga we got rhyme I'm
A bronx bomber love ta tote [? ] I
Get it popin and thas word to my
Mama. how much the beef cost I love
To buy drama. heavy on the neck.
Throw up the set is a ride-byier.
In my block yeah the goons will run
Up in ya mama crib.on my block ya
Own man will tell me where ya mama
Live.papi hold guns behind tha counter
On my block {Hold this papi} is
All about the money and the power
On my block [YUP]. and we got bitches
That's high price and we got some hoez
That will fuck you for some chicken
And fried rice. {Straight smutz} and
These niggaz rappin bout they gunz
But I pop mines man in in the hood
Like mailboxes and stop sings.RIGHT
Respect my G pass as class greek pass.
I'm doin real good but still got my ski mask.
And them black gloves is right in my back pocket.
So that means no prints on the ruger when i pop it.
Being gangsta i made it cool, watch how i spray the tool.
I fucked ya girl in march, made you da aprils fool.
Whole month of may extursion fed my goons.
I had some beef in may, but it was dead by June.
Old rappers aint nothin but old rappers.
They be like "what up ruger" i don't even know these rappers.
And they still stuck in the 80's, wearing rope chains they lame the game need some new blood baby.
I'm two gun crazy, Jeans cost about a thousand.
Dutch juice by the gallons, I'm heavy on that Allen.
I just sent 50 scalpels up the c-73.
If you come my house locked up nigga it's cause of me.
And everyone of yall that say something bout the Set.
Yall gettin shot cause i aint finished loadin up yet.
And that tru dude he aint really tru dude. (Not At All)
Give em half of the clip cause im in a good mood.
I do this by myself i don't need no boost, this rap game is gettin to loose.
I'm only makin room for Papoose, so everybody mixed up put ya neck in a noose and jump off a roof.
And Styles P nah i aint comin for ya spot
I feel im the hardest out whether you like it or not.
And i bust a brick open, sit it right on da pot
I get da cookin then get right to the block (OKAY)
The clips is banana's, when it come to the hammers
Im probably the reason ya projects is puttin up camera's.
Im runnin threw there (squeezin') No you can't stand us.
But now you understand us, our cars got camera's.
And im talkin to you and ya man is my otha son
Rock two chains one jealous of the otha one.
And i fly lairs who eva said lifes fair?
Fuck Iraq im going to war right here!
Bullet-proof paddies, i turn down limo's.
I watched Duke Da God play frisbee wit ya demos.
We aint signin nobody the book is closed
Hook:
Bitches think our money grow on trees
Cuz they see the kinda paper that I blow on V's
Get a Bentley (Let's go) Cop a Porsche (Let's go)
Bring it through the block, show 'em you a boss (Here we go)
Uh-huh, these niggaz think our money got no limits
Chain so bright, shit ain't even got no pendant
I spent 50 (what you spent) I dropped 100 (Let's go)
Fuck what I spent, I'm that nigga, you love it
Quarter key in the pot, drop it to the bottom
Can't pay her bills, shit, that's that hooker's problem
I think the hook'll drop 'em, plus I got a mean jab
He said his flow is crack, put that shit in rehab
Nigga you jacked your whole style
Your life kinda cheap, you look like you cost 4 thou
I'm rollin' through, smokin' too, drop Ferrari, ocean blue
Venice Beach, 50 freaks, condo got a ocean view
Yes sir, no sir, speak when spoken to
Stupid nigga gon' kill himself if I told him to
Squeeze 8 in ya face
I hate a pussy but respect a pussy nigga that'll stay in his place
We got chefs, you still eating shrimp and broccoli for dinner
You couldn't ball harder than me if you was a lottery winner
And I ain't stingy with the money nigga. come get cake
Damn, how many diamonds can one wrist take
Hook:
Bitches think our money grow on trees
Cuz they see the kinda paper that I blow on V's
Get a Bentley (Let's go) Cop a Porsche (Let's go)
Bring it through the block, show 'em you a boss (Here we go)
Uh-huh, these niggaz think our money got no limits
Chain so bright, shit ain't even got no pendant
I spent 50 (what you spent) I dropped 100 (Let's go)
[Hell Rell:]
Okay, I'm all about my money bitch
Hell Rell, I'm all about my money
[Verse 1: Hell Rell]
Yo, blow money in large amounts
Niggaz hate when these cars is out
Lamborghini this, Porsche that
Can he afford that, yeah he bought that
Naw nigga, when I got my deal I ain't act like I was all that
Put up start-up money so my niggaz can eat
Supply the hustlers with more crack
Sent niggaz outta town with pounds of the piff
Told 'em get rich
Stack that change nigga, cent by cent
Then learn that your license plate done homeboy switched your whip
It's true holmes
Them boys may be tapping your Boost phone, get a new phone
P-89 Ruger, two-tone
This my house nigga not a group-on
If a nigga run up I'm bussin' the Glock
Other than that, then I'm huggin' the block
I'm feelin' like Killa Cam and Little Weezy bitch
What's good you gon' suck it or not
If not then get the fuck out the drop
Look how the diamonds is huggin' the watch
I'm nice with the flow man
But I'm getting paid from the blow man
Shit, I'm stuck in the spot
[Hook: J.R. Writer]
Better have my money bitch
You better have my money bitch
Better have my money bitch
You better have my money bitch
Better have my money bitch
You know why
[Verse 2: J.R. Writer]
Uh, I'm bad, bad to the bone
Back to the lab, back in the zone
Back of the 'Lac with' a bag full of stones
Caps in the chrome, come scrap with Stallone
That's that Rambo ammo famo
Better leave the scraper alone or it's back to this home
Try to take the hat off his dome
I don't know why they touch J.R.
Like the vet ain't hard or I'd F they broad
Like I don't come through in the SKR
With the SK pa and the ese squad
That'll bag you, drag you up a couple blocks to the spot where the eses are
Since he wanna front like he next in charge
He'll be in the trunk of a next man's car
Pa, I'm sick as they come
Chips from a crumb, live by the gun
Dip when it blown, go for the deck
Throw up the set, bitch where you from
I'm a Harlem nigga, problems nigga, it'll be 50 to 1
But I rather do your bitch and have her lookin' at me like she got a damn clip on her tongue
[Hook: Hell Rell]
Ruger, okay, I'm all about my money
Where my money (Hell Rell)
I'm all about my money
Where my money bitch
Yeah, I'm all about my money
Where my money
[Verse 3: Hell Rell]
Sell some pussy, suck some dick
Walk the track, hug the strip
I don't give a fuck if he slapped yo' momma
Damn right bitch, I want every last dollar
Daddy need 22's for his new Porsche
Daddy need flat screens for his new loft
You got the job, you hired
Be at the office at 9, I'm your new boss
New gun in town, get used to me
You're washed up old man, I'm what you used to be
One bitch for the night but it's usually 2 or 3 that's screwing me
Plus a shot for the Bronx, 2 for Weeks
That's my hood nigga, that's my block
Ruger Rell nigga, that's what's hot
Look at me wrong, I'm a clap my Glock
Yeah bitch, you know the damn name
Now get your little ass in this damn Range
You want some champagne
I ain't goin' nowhere but got a flight book just incase my plans change
Dipset nigga, that's the damn gang
Eastside, Soo-Woo campaign
Look at this nigga
Baby-mother car, big brother ring and his man's chain
[Hook: Hell Rell]
Ruger, okay, I'm all about my money
Where my money (Hell Rell)
I'm all about my money
Where my money bitch
Yeah, I'm all about my money
I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money
[Chorus:]
I get money, money i got (Its Rugga)
I get money, money i got (Its Rugga)
I get money, money i got
Money I got, money i got (Dipset run New York!)
I get money, money i got
I get money, money i got
I get money, money i got
Money I got, money i got (I take it)
[Verse 1:]
Legend in the Bronx like Pistol Pete and the boy George
Want these hollow tips go head they all yours
I'll pull it out and cock it back
Pop it at ya stocking cap
Nigga took my lil man chain but i got it back
Put ya hat on the wrong way
Mac for the gun play
You'll never see the boss, get to meet him one day
Boy dont learn he outside with the nine on him
Talking to some crackheads, probably got some dimes on him
I though he was a rapper
I aint know he was wild
Nigga i'll lay ya ass out like manolium tile
Ho niggaz, washed up they need to throw in the tile
This bitch screaming for E i had to throw 'em a vowel
And ima get tired of you just running ya mouth
Find out where yo ass live and run in ya house
Yea, pop that pussy bitch
Shake that ass
I know some niggaz thats spinning, we can make some cash
[Chorus:]
I get money, money i got (I take it)
I get money, money i got (I take it)
I get money, money i got (I take it)
Money I got, money i got (Dipset run New York!)
I get money, money i got (I take it)
I get money, money i got (I take it)
I get money, money i got (I take it)
Money I got, money i got (I take money nigga)
[Verse 2:]
Im waiting for niggaz to test my gangsta
You know the world could use one less gangsta
Run up in the fucking club with all my jewels on
Guns like clothes, you know i got my tool on
Niggaz actin stupid trynna get they fool on
Bust a nigga right upside his head and then move on
On this pinky ring i done dropped ten
Fuck the police, they gon have to send SWAT in
And if you a real nigga why you hang with a snitch for
She dont wanna suck my dick?
Fuck she got lips for?
And i get money, money i take
Come looking for you niggaz if that money at stake
Niggaz tellin me "Rugga, give dat money a break"
You buggin, fuck u bring the armor truck and my weight
Nigga, Hell fuckin Rell
Dipset crook
And when i die bury me with my checkbook
[Chorus:]
I get money, money i got (I take it)
I get money, money i got (I take it)
I get money, money i got (I take it)
Money I got, money i got (I told you Dipset run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I take it)
I get money, money is got (17 shot 10 Rugga )
I get money, money is got (Dipset muthafucka)
When I'm dippin' on the grind I get my money quick
But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip
She be wit me 'cause she ain't like all them other chicks
Let you hit then she split, that's why I got a honey dip
From the club to the telly you know how it is
Most of the chicks I never tell 'em where a nigga live
Tryna reach me at my mansion or my mother crib
Hit my cell, hit my two, now I'm at my honey dips
Yo we talked about 8, said I was comin' through to hit
Now it's wee hours in the mornin' and I'm drunker than a bitch
Stumblin' and shit, I jumped up in the whip
Flipped open the horn like where's my honey dip
And bitch fuck ya man tonite, you know my steelo
Sizzurp wit the Cristal, the corners playin' cello
You see me well you jus smile you know we on the lelow
I'm whippin' through the town like we ballin' up a key load
I'm tryna dip up in the tele
Dip up in the room, then dip up in her belly
Dip off on Pirelli's, Dip-Sets Fonzarelli
My white T-shirt, lookin' dip up in my pelle
Smokin' weed up in the range, full speed left lane
It's me against the world, MOB up in my vein
Wit another nigga girl, gettin' low to give me brain
If the bitch about the 'cause you ain't gotta spit no game
When I'm dippin' on the grind I get my money quick
But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip
She be wit me 'cause she ain't like all them other chicks
Let you hit then she split, that's why I got a honey dip
From the club to the telly you know how it is
Most of the chicks I never tell 'em where a nigga live
Tryna reach me at my mansion or my mother crib
Hit my cell, hit my two, now I'm at my honey dips
You know, I'm lookin' for a honey dip
But I'm no dummy, most these bunnies
Are money hungry and lookin' for a money clip
So after the brother hit, I'll tell a honey dip
She won't see a contact, address nor buddy list
I ain't on some hubby shit, that lovey dovey shit
It's nuttin' trick I'm suttin' slick
You couldn't get enough of it
How a slugger jus slide up through the check in
Wit that linin' on the Wesson
Hundred diamonds on my neck and wrist shit
I'm rich bitch, rhyming's my profession
Watch how I do this stupid grindin' and perfectin'
Who's flyer when I step in got 'em spyin' every second
'Cause that 06 charger remind 'em of a 7
Yes man, I'm so fresh the pro mess wit bread honey
My jean's 800, these are called Red Munkey
The flossin' is gone, come talk to a Don
Fly enough to belong on a catwalk in Milan, holla
When I'm dippin' on the grind I get my money quick
But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip
She be wit me 'cause she ain't like all them other chicks
Let you hit then she split, that's why I got a honey dip
From the club to the telly you know how it is
Most of the chicks I never tell 'em where a nigga live
Tryna reach me at my mansion or my mother crib
Hit my cell, hit my two, now I'm at my honey dips
I got me a lovely chick, I got me a slutty chick
I got 'em all but my favorite one is my honey dip
She get drunk wit me, roll the piff up wit me
Throw singles at other hoes in the strip club wit me
She do anything for jus one quicky
She a nympho chick for this slow dick
She give no lip, she jus go get
The paper I ask her for, my bitch so quick
Plus she know every Santana song
And she don't mind puttin' the damn bandanna on
Slap her ass tell her dance in this thong
She do it all for daddy, she move it all for daddy
She get a brick and she boof it all for daddy
Hit the road shake the State Troopers off for daddy
And she bring all that paper back
No short paper back, she sure don't play wit that
When I'm dippin' on the grind I get my money quick
But sometimes I wanna lay up wit my honey dip
She be wit me 'cause she ain't like all them other chicks
Let you hit then she split, that's why I got a honey dip
From the club to the telly you know how it is
Most of the chicks I never tell 'em where a nigga live
Tryna reach me at my mansion or my mother crib
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
It's muthafuckin' Hell Rell and you know you with the Dip-Dip-Dip
Dip-Dip-Dip-Dip-Dip-Dipset
Hook:
Y'all better call the cops, y'all better call the cops
What I'm doing is murder, y'all better call the cops
Won't let me in the club then y'all better call the cops
Put me in a Ferrari, it better be a drop
They said it was a crime to be so fly (fly)
Well put me in cuffs and read me my rights
They said it was a crime to be so fly (fly)
Well put me in cuffs and read me my rights
Dipset
Verse 1:
Okay, they feelin' him out there
There's no dead bodies but he killing 'em out there
And not to mention, I'm causing all the tension
With the '07 Coupe with the roof all missin'
And mami, shake it, shake it, move it all around
While I, cook it, bag it, move a couple pounds
It's just money, I'll spend a couple thou
To get your little itty bitty crew buried in the ground
It's paid for when you run wit' a star
I'm the type to throw a party right in front of my car
Pop the trunk for the music, pop a bottle of Patron
I get 'em all drunk then they all come home
They actin' hassaditty but they all wanna roll
I'm easy passin' by so I ain't worried 'bout the toll
So holla at me homie when you see me in that blue spur
We run the city, need a office next to Bloomberg
Hook
Verse 2:
When I'm in the club, I don't lean, I don't rock
I tell the bitch it's goin' down like Yung Joc
I take her to my spot and take her to her spot
Then let her fix her weave then I kick her out the drop
And the neck is murder, 100 on the sleeve
And the word on the streets, I'm running with some G's
And uh, what's on his hip, it gotta be the heater
The jeans kinda crazy but you gotta see the sneakers
It's like magic how I get rid of the top
Now you see it, now you don't, I'm the sickest on the block
And I get it from my pops, your poppa was a rolling stone
Wherever he put his gun, that was his home
You see me in the zone, but no it's not the twilight
Nigga this is my life, restaurants, high price
If I see it and I like it, I might buy it twice
You love me now but you gon' hate me when I'm outta sight
Hook
Verse 3:
911, we got a hazard outside
So many cars, it look like Jacob Javid outside
Beef by the bar, he wanna drag it outside
Homeboy, don't you know that automatic outside
I diddy-bop, I don't know how to dance
In the sky all day like I don't know how to land
I go to sleep, wake up in a different country
Don't understand the language, but I understand the money
You gangsta, we gon' see all about it
You gon' watch it on the news or you gon' read all about it
And I'm Ruger Rell so shorty what it is
Put this burner on ya kid in the stroller by his bib
No MTV Cribs but I'll show you how I live
Couple pots on the stove with baking soda in the fridge
And I bodied the mic and murdered the booth
I got them boys looking for me that be wearin' them suits
Yeah
Excuse me
Do you take a Afro-American card
What's that? black card homie
Hook
Cam'ron:
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Verse 1
Cam'ron & Hell Rell:
(You got change for a billion)
What's that, that's the Lear nigga, leaving outta Tito borough
Dipset beats Okero
But it's bombs away, do things the monster way
We'll take your beauty queen, snatch ya lean, John Brunei
But that cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Ransom, Mel Gibson
[Yeah, welcome to Hell's kitchen
I got one stove, 2 pots, 4 workers, 2 blocks
After this I'm buying us all new drops
That's right, cha-ching cha-ching
Let's go, bling for bling
Pay homage to the chain nigga, kiss the ring
Damn, we got 'em teary-eyed and heart-broken
The Porsche tires burn the rubber, yeah the cars smokin']
Man, lean fast, peel the whip
What dealership you dealing with
Potangrams, damn, we nothin' you familiar with
More killin', killin', what's poppin' 5, the tools out
They 550, 212, G-mack, pool out
Leave 'em layin', stinkin'
That's the way I'm thinkin'
New York hustlers love me, like I'm David Binkins
[That's right cha-ching cha-ching
That's my pockets talking
Naw, my stomach talking
Nigga, we run New York and
I'm your favorite boxer, favorites blossom
Black Aston Martin, but I made it darker
Add on some extra pink, I get extra hate
Know how I deal wit' it, I move extra weight
Hook
Cam'ron:
Cha-ching cha ching (We the treasurers)
Cha-ching, cha-ching (More cash registers)
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Cha-ching cha-ching, cha-ching cha-ching
Verse 2
Cam'ron & Hell Rell:
[Pardon me brother, I'm hard in the gutter
Plus I'm packin' all the toast, but you hoggin' the butter
Oh yeah, pardon me sister, I slept with her sister
And the bitch wasn't all that, I left and I ditched her, stupid
That's right, cha-ching cha-ching, spending all them 100s
You can be my go-get-man
Go get my dutches, go get my luggage, roll it and puff it
In that big ass house, I ain't written, I own and I love it]
For my grandmother, cops and ronnies
Y'all cannot control me
You gettin' gwop, good I'm gettin' guacamole
I'm the hockey goalie, y'all action foagies
Wanna treat me like Billie Joel, rock and roll me
Cuz I'm icy ma, Nikes are pricy ma
They like me, I'm hyphy, what you in, wifey car
Naw, high-pass, that car trash
Ain't a quarter million you can kiss our ass
Hook
Verse 3
Cam'ron & Hell Rell:
Cash green, rocks blue, not him, I'm not you
The 550, 100 thou, get copped too
Flattery, battery actually bred
Only charger that I'm coppin' when my batteries dead
They had to be theirs, gunshots, that'll be lead
For yo' ass, funeral beef, that'll be dead
They love him, I can read your palm
Like baby don't be alarmed
Vietnam, Dipset, we the bomb
[This is Ruger Rell, I make the hardest music
I move that coke, PCP, embalming fluid
Ratchet right here, yeah I know how to use it
Know what I do when I use it
Bring in that funeral music
Ruger
[Hook]
I pull up in the coup and tell that bad bitch to get it
Tell that bad bitch to get it, tell that bad bitch to get it
I’m outside in the ghost, I tell that bad bitch to get it
Tell that bad bitch to get it, tell that bad bitch to get it
Then she see me drop my top, I tell that bad bitch to hop in
Tell that bad bitch to hop in, tell that bad bitch to hop in
I pull up to the club, I tell that bad bitch to get it
Tell that bad bitch to get it, tell that bad bitch to get it
I’m a million dollar nigga and I ain’t nothing less than that
I came for the money and fuck who ain’t respecting that
Shooters shoot when I say shoot, like my car’s without no roof
Damn I love that yellow bitch, she rock the mike without no booth
Fuck the dea, atf and fbi, wanna see a nigga fry
Cause I’m out here moving piles
Nigga my daughter want that chinchilla
Plus she need that matching hat
Stopping me from my millions, fuck nigga imagine that
Back in doubt from nobody, every situation, I’m manning up
Young rich nigga, these Versace belts cost grand enough, I stack
Let’s kilo, let’s oz, let’s bram it up, let’s get it right
Got me around all these sit down niggas I’m standing up
Flood the whole hood up, got a plug from mexico
Treat this bitch just like my benz, fill her up with texico
And I can bring the club to my house, only go there cause it’s hoes there
Been around the world you been nowhere
I don’t live there, I keep blow there
[Hook]
I pull up in the coup and tell that bad bitch to get it
Tell that bad bitch to get it, tell that bad bitch to get it
I’m outside in the ghost, I tell that bad bitch to get it
Tell that bad bitch to get it, tell that bad bitch to get it
Then she see me drop my top, I tell that bad bitch to hop in
Tell that bad bitch to hop in, tell that bad bitch to hop in
I pull up to the club, I tell that bad bitch to get it
Tell that bad bitch to get it, tell that bad bitch to get it
I tell that bitch get in my car, if you tryina leave with a star
Caught a 3 a …fuck the liquor store, my house got a bar
And I came fuck, a long way, they fuck with me the long way
And they’ll kill you right now you look at me the wrong way
Bronx nigga that’s everyday, get money, that’s everyday
Ran out of positions, fuck that girl like everyway
From the back, from the side, in the crib, in the ride
Fuck them niggas, they switching side
If you ain’t dead, pretend to die
When I’m in the building, big chains diamonds watch
Gangsters can’t control themselves, somebody might get shot
Fuck these niggas, they can’t see me, wanna be me
He buying birds and he need 3, meet me over on …street
Soft nigga like a donut, domino sugar, he sweet
Back up nigga, give me 3 feet, talking that street shit, scream me
They need me
I flash my watch on her, drop my top on her,
Fuck her, send her in the club, with my glock on her
Now where that money at, come chase me nigga
Civil rights movement, yeah they hate me nigga
[Hook]
I pull up in the coup and tell that bad bitch to get it
Tell that bad bitch to get it, tell that bad bitch to get it
I’m outside in the ghost, I tell that bad bitch to get it
Tell that bad bitch to get it, tell that bad bitch to get it
Then she see me drop my top, I tell that bad bitch to hop in
Tell that bad bitch to hop in, tell that bad bitch to hop in
I pull up to the club, I tell that bad bitch to get it
[Hook]
They lookin at me
Somebody get shot, they lookin at me
Some dope get sold, they lookin at me
they lookin at, hey, they lookin at me
they lookin at me
Them boys on the roof, they lookin at me
they lookin at me
All the money I spend, they lookin at me
they lookin at me
You see all these bad bitches
They ain't lookin at you, they ain't lookin at you
they lookin at me, they lookin at me
Them boys on the roof, they lookin at me
they lookin at me
All the money I spend, they lookin at me
they lookin at me
You see all these bad bitches
They ain't lookin at you, they ain't lookin at you
they lookin at me, they lookin at me
I told my plug, just put me a fiend
Just give me them keys, just give em to me
I'ma make them calls, I'm hit them streets
I'ma have your money, just give me one week
They be looking at me, when i pull up that rarri
And the yellow booth freak
Sitting in my seats
When I walk up to bank,
They lookin at me
They lookin all funny like they never seen money
Man I don't give a fuck just don't try to take nothing from me
When I drive through the hood, shooters looking at me
They wanna get with the team but I tell em lay low
Cause if they kill somebody, homicide gonna be lookin at me
And the dea, and the fbi, they lookin at me
Cause they heard about my deal
I deal with them s'es, for a thousand keys
If you love your girl, please leave her home
Don't bring her round me, cause she gonna turn the hay
Like she doing her make up, but she lookin at me
they lookin at me, they lookin at me
Them boys on the roof, they lookin at me
they lookin at me
All the money I spend, they lookin at me
they lookin at me
You see all these bad bitches
They ain't lookin at you, they ain't lookin at you
they lookin at me, they lookin at me
when I walk in the club, strippers lookin at me
start shakin they ass, they knowin me
they gonn pay some bills, they gonn buy some bags
man I fuck your bitch when I want
fuck with her when I'm bored
cook me up a new condo, 100 grand on my floor
turn down, hell no, stay fly, cell blow
lame niggas, they lookin at me,
I'm strapped up, velcrow
Drop Bentley and the roof missing
No smiling, my tooth missing
Get them in then move them out
So much coke, I need 2 kitchens
Yeah, bad bitches look at me
Hustlers pay attention
Watch me cook this key, lookin at my car
Lookin at my bitch, lookin at my wrist
Keep lookin nigga, I'm rich
they lookin at me, they lookin at me
Them boys on the roof, they lookin at me
they lookin at me
All the money I spend, they lookin at me
they lookin at me
You see all these bad bitches
They ain't lookin at you, they ain't lookin at you
I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money
I get money, money i got (Its Rugga)
I get money, money i got (Its Rugga)
I get money, money i got
Money I got, money i got (Dipset run New York!)
I get money, money i got
I get money, money i got
I get money, money i got
Money I got, money i got (I take it)
Legend in the Bronx like Pistol Pete and the boy George
Want these hollow tips go head they all yours
I'll pull it out and cock it back
Pop it at ya stocking cap
Nigga took my lil man chain but i got it back
Put ya hat on the wrong way
Mac for the gun play
You'll never see the boss, get to meet him one day
Boy dont learn he outside with the nine on him
Talking to some crackheads, probably got some dimes on him
I though he was a rapper
I aint know he was wild
Nigga i'll lay ya ass out like manolium tile
Ho niggaz, washed up they need to throw in the towel
This bitch screaming for E i had to throw 'em a vowel
And ima get tired of you just running ya mouth
Find out where yo ass live and run in ya house
Yea, pop that pussy bitch
Shake that ass
I know some niggaz thats spinning, we can make some cash
I get money, money i got (I take it)
I get money, money i got (I take it)
I get money, money i got (I take it)
Money I got, money i got (Dipset run New York!)
I get money, money i got (I take it)
I get money, money i got (I take it)
I get money, money i got (I take it)
Money I got, money i got (I take money nigga)
Im waiting for niggaz to test my gangsta
You know the world could use one less gangsta
Run up in the fucking club with all my jewels on
Guns like clothes, you know i got my tool on
Niggaz actin stupid trynna get they fool on
Bust a nigga right upside his head and then move on
On this pinky ring i done dropped ten
Fuck the police, they gon have to send SWAT in
And if you a real nigga why you hang with a snitch for
She dont wanna suck my dick?
Fuck she got lips for?
And i get money, money i take
Come looking for you niggaz if that money at stake
Niggaz tellin me "Rugga, give dat money a break"
You buggin, fuck u bring the armor truck and my weight
Nigga, Hell fuckin Rell
Dipset crook
And when i die bury me with my checkbook
I get money, money i got (I take it)
I get money, money i got (I take it)
I get money, money i got (I take it)
Money I got, money i got (I told you Dipset run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I take it)
I get money, money is got (17 shot 10 Rugga )
I get money, money is got (Dipset muthafucka)
[ intro ]
this song is about somebody who was real close to me-
even when my so called hommies turned to bitches, they was by my side.
calm down, it's alright-
(i know its alright, you fully loaded ain't you?)
for a little over time, i will lay here with you,
by your side-
(damn man like with me and her the chemistry is crazy, know what im sayen?)
by your side-
(everytime i look in her eyes i just know we was meant to be together)
by your side
(she know niggas want my money; [she know]- thats why she ain't never leaving)
for a little over time, i will lay here with you - by your side.
[ chorus ]
she a rider, she a mothafuckin shooter,
she said daddie i won't let these niggas do ya,
cus i'm (by your side)
& if these niggas look at you funny,
then pull me out and make the situation ugly,
cus i'm (by your side)
god damn i love lil mama cus she always on deck
for the drama;
(for a little over time i will lay here with you - by your side.)
verse 1-
when i first met her they said
her name was beretta, broad daylight
gave a nigga a bloddy sweater, old
people screamin grabbing kids and shit,
right then i knew that was gon' be my bitch,
she was small - all black to my satisfaction,
real sexy but they said "you should see her in action"
when she in a niga face she make the bitch
come out, robbery - all the money & the bricks
come out, her boyfriend was some skinny nigga,
real frail, only reason that he bagged her
cus her man went to jail, so he outside stunntin with her-
him and his man black, we made eye contact, she winked at me i winked back.
so i think god damn this bitch flirtin' wit me,
buisness would go good if i had her workin wit me,
so i took her from the lame & i dipped -
and me and that bitch been in love ever since.
[ chorus ]
she a rider, she a mothafuckin shooter,
she said daddie i won't let these niggas do ya,
cus i'm (by your side)
& if these niggas look at you funny,
then pull me out and make the situation ugly,
cus i'm (by your side)
god damn i love lil mama cus she always on deck
for the drama;
(for a little over time i will lay here with you - by your side.)
verse 2 -
so i got the bitch in the crib,
im feelin on her ass, im suckin on her tits,
and she ain't no virgin; she had her fair share of shootouts,
bad robberys niggas didn't get the loot out,
she said - "i think niggas schemin on your cake,
and if you had me with you everyday you'd be straight,
so i grabbed her by her ass & threw her in my car,
she askin me all sassy "where we goin?" - "not far"
just up the block to pick up some paper - she said
"daddie please take me with you im anxious"-
"anxious for what?" - "hey baby you never know,
niggas might act stupid and you gotta let me go";
OH- "good thinken hoe", so we lay up like a finger roll
shorty met a real gun slinger yo, and i'll do whatever
it takes to keep this bitch - i'd be stupid to leave this bitch.
[ chorus ]
she a rider, she a mothafuckin shooter,
she said daddie i won't let these niggas do ya,
cus i'm (by your side)
& if these niggas look at you funny,
then pull me out and make the situation ugly,
cus i'm (by your side)
god damn i love lil mama cus she always on deck
for the drama;
Blazin' artist
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Rugar Rell Dipset let's go
[Verse 1:]
Welcome you niggas to world war three
Turn his lights out I shine brighter than paul wall teeth
Fuck this rap game fuck it it needs more more me
And this writer right here can front all your theives nigga
Got these fiends looking for a dime again
Green ferrari looking like a heinekin
You rapping bout your chain is making me want it
If they make a million dolla bill my face should be on it
And your bullets can't touch me your words can't reach me
I'm mister know it all these niggas can't teach me
I asked her if she fucking or not soon as she read me
She thought it was apple juice now she drinking pepe
Yeah, set a nigga on fire burn a hata
Come in his crib spray it up like the exterminata
If killa say he dead it's off with his fucking head
I shoot em 20 times and make sure the fucker dead
[Chorus:]
Dope man, Dope man, I heard you looking for that coke man, coke man, I got it coming off that
Boat man, boat man, A big gun under my
Coat man, coat man, Boom you dead and
Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy
Is if you quit your job and go be a paperboy
Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy
Is if you quit your job and go be a paperboy
[Verse 2:]
I blow money wanna see me splurge
Call me if you need a burg(hit me up)
Yellow diamonds look like I kidnapped tweety bird
Stay away from the snakes boa constrictors sayin
I don't talk on the phone you know whos listenin
Bucket hat on like a old ass fisherman
I heard he wanna buy 20 os then send him in
I could cook a brick with my fucking eyes closed
No scale I could weigh it up with a blindfold
And if I hollar then you losing your wife
I'm out of this world I done been to jupiter twice
Plus I stay at the gun range
Neck looking stupid that's dumb change
See this eyes related to the blood gang
Why let em live it's better to clip him
I always the shooter baby I'm never the victim
Dis nigga get on da stand swear 2 god on 10 bibles
Yeah he washed up fresh off spin cycles
[Chorus:]
Dope man, Dope man, I heard you looking for that coke man, coke man, I got it coming off that
Boat man, boat man, A big gun under my
Coat man, coat man, Boom you dead and
Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy
Is if you quit your job and go be a paperboy
Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy
Is if you quit your job and go be a paperboy
He can't rap forreal
Why they give his ass a deal
I'm smoking back to back blunt she on half a pill
She said she rolling like 26 inches
I'm feeling like I can fuck 26 bitches
Talking shit bout the set get you 26 stitches
Took flicks of the room sent his mama all da pictures
Your brothers a flunky
Your fathers a junky
Extorting your uncle he paying me monthly
We can bring the porsche out or cruise the bentley
Got muthafucking more whips than kunta kuntai
He was beefin in the morning got em shot by midday
Always listen to ruga gotta do it his way
Your money right get your work weighed up
Know some real killas get yo moms church sprayed up
You know ruga on deck for the money
I'm a walking checkbook u tryna disrespect da money
[Chorus:]
Dope man, Dope man, I heard you looking for that coke man, coke man, I got it coming off that
Boat man, boat man, A big gun under my
Coat man, coat man, Boom you dead and
Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy
Is if you quit your job and go be a paperboy
Only way you be around this muthafucking paperboy
Hell Rell:
Oh we told y'all niggaz last time it was More Than Music
Y'all ain't wanna listen huh, okay
Ruger (Rell) Ruger (Rell)
Check it man, okay
Hell Rell:
I heard this nigga was lookin' for a body bag
100 bricks, that's a come-up, rob papi's stash
I'm Jason Vorheas without the hockey mask
Rap game is Crystal Lake, what you need, I'll get you weight
How you want it, cooked or uncooked
Bagged or unbagged
Quick jackin' my swag, fag
You know Rell, I show you how to mack a diva
I'm tired of niggaz callin' me, I'm goin' back to beepers
Valore match my sneakers, Porsche, fantastic features
I feel god, but I'm crooked like all the pastor preachers
Ya wife middle name is Train nigga, choo-choo
Ya know what I claim, Dipset, Soo-Woo
Yeah, Weeks is the Ave
Plus Ruger's the name
Familiar with Ferraris
I ain't new to the Range
I know y'all niggaz was waitin' for it, the waitin's over
Here it come y'all, Diplomat takeover
40. Cal:
These rappers better keep my name out they mouth
For they really end up with my name in they mouth
What they complaining about, there's no paper to count?
The type to re-up with papi, and pay for a ounce
You niggaz flippin' basuda, y'all gettin' no mula
Ya copped a lil' whip now, dippity-doo-dow
Sick when I cruise by, 6 when the goons by
Diplomat plates when they ship me a new ride
Your worst nightmare
Think the Birds fight fair
My niggaz really would like termite stairs
Turnpike yeah, with that work right here
Make everybody want it like its pearl white Airs
What you know about bud with furry white hairs
Only bud you know is when you hurl light beer
I still Dip with the Set that make ya set dip
Set-trip, get hit with the Tec, I don't stretch shit
I'm 40.
J.R. Writer:
I'm from the bottom of the bottom queer
Get your riot gear, Writer's here
I'll knock you out the night you wear
Yeah, I'm everywhere with that white to spare
Got the corner store lookin' like a white affair
Quite aware, the D's on alert
Creppin' for perps, but my V, it gon' surf
Screech and reverse, Spree's' will disperse
Ya easy to murk, you'll need you a nurse
Why beef with these jerks
When I can put a seed in the dirt
And try to grow a tree out the earth
Indeed I'm the worst, sleeve fulla Smurfs
Other than that, it look like you can ski down my shirt
They mad the monster made it
But I'm beyond the greatest
You're never honored, favored, nor nominated
This is easy, but to them it's complicated
You ain't dropping shit, your career is constipated
Juelz Santana:
What you know 'bout it, I'm a rich pimp
I get dough then have your bitch go count it
I'll hit you with the quarter pound, not 4 ounces
The .4 pound'll pound ya
Leave ya shiverin' like he just took a ice-cold shower
Bezel:
Bloaw ya, leave ya there for a nice cold hour
The bitch real thick, then I might go holla
I'm getting big chips, you got micro dollars
Small, see I ball like a new draft
Your crew mad ock
Cuz I chopped the top off of that new Jag
"Who that" is what the bitches yell when I cruise past
Two Mags, I wave it and pave it through his durag
Two K's of blue haze I stuff up in that blue bag
Blue 5th, two clips I got up in that Lou bag
You mad cuz nigga's money coming in too fast
Too bad there ain't a better crew fag
Dipset
DukeDaGod:
Yeah
I told y'all niggaz man
Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit' us
We the muthafuckin' Gladiators, Dipset
We a true force to be reckon with
Shotu-out to all my hustlers
All my bitches all about a dollar
All my niggaz in the pen
Hold ya head
I'll see y'all niggaz real soon
Y'all niggaz know what it is
Take a stand, for the most powerfulest movement moving
It's Dipset all muthafuckin' day
Top Gunnas, Top-Top Gunnas
Top Gunnas, Top-Top Gunnas
Dipset!
They just turned my mic up, can you hear me now?
I just got my jewelry cleaned, can you see me now? Haha good
Y'all niggas better get ready, for a early grave that is!
Yeah, yeah
I'm living by the Mafia rules like Gotti would
I go broke, do a sex tape with Meagan Good
Then sell it to Hollywood
Competition they all die
Nigga you the fall guy
Baby I'm the big potato, he's a small fry
Got money, I ain't gotta front on you
I let you keep your chain, remember I got one on you
That's your crew? They ain't tough, they gon' run on you
I need a guinea pig, let me test my gun on you
See I could show you where to cop the white and get the tan
You getting money, don't forget your man
You flood your bezel, don't forget the band
If rap was wrestling then I'm Vince McMahon
My lil homie just got initiated and he gotta eat something just to show me he ready
And motherfucker you looking like spaghetti
I'm perfect-timing with the diamonds so you know you gotta VVS me
I'm outta this world girl, you can't GPS me
[chorus]
Get ready my nigga, get ready
I told you that I'm coming for the fetti
So nigga get ready
Jason, Michael Myers, Freddy
Fuck them I'm more scary
So nigga get ready
Fully loaded (and)
I'm rolling (and)
I'm focused (but)
You know this
Get ready nigga, nigga get ready
Get ready nigga, nigga get ready
Look in my closet I'm gun crazy
You need that Piff?
I got quarters for a buck and the halfs is 180
Ounce is 360 and a pound 55
I ain't worried 'bout rap money, niggas gon' give me mine
Reminiscing way back on the old times
The block was a gold mine
Now it's all flooded with Pro 9
I walk in the precinct, briefcase full of bucks
And tell the lieutenant "make sure the chief get his cut!"
Fuck, it was either hip-hop or a lifer's bid
I was running through 50 house when it was Tyson's crib
Mike and Robin Givens sniffing in the kitchen
Bentley, new edition
That's the Johnny Gill car
Killa Cam got me popping
Got 'em Rocky watching
Made a hundred grand off Oxycontins
Caught a mill off the diesel and the Perc
Man I don't wanna talk fam
I just wanna see you in the dirt
Get ready!
[chorus]
You need me in your life
Yeah you need me in your life
What would the gangstas do I stop breathing on the mic?
How would the hustlers feel I stop speaking 'bout the white?
Prolly stop selling hard and get regular jobs
Make history, make a lot of money nigga won't I?
Make this gangsta shit look real good don't I?
I'm the reason you ain't got no respect for these city cops
The reason you put a little pep in your diddy-bop
Ask your CEO and the label that hired you
You came in the game after Ruger, I inspired you
And if you say that ain't the truth, you liar you
I helped you talk flyer
You ain't know about that 911 drop, because of me you a Porsche driver
I helped you love rap
So where the love at?
Everyday these niggas criticize me but tell me
What would the game be without me?
Uh-huh, Dipset
(They gon' love me)
Uh, yes, uh
(They gon' love me)
Uh-huh, uh-huh, yes
We live for ‘em, we die for ‘em
Chorus:
I love the streets and the (streets don't love me)
Be in the streets and the (streets don't love me)
Die for the streets and the (streets don't love me)
It's a cold cold world world world
I love the streets and the (streets don't love me)
Be in the streets and the (streets don't love me)
Die for the streets and the (streets don't love me)
It's a cold cold world world world
Now what you say, now what you say (they gon' love me)
Now what you say, now what you say (they gon' love me)
Now what you say, now what you say (they gon' love me)
Now what you say, now what you say (they gon' love me)
Verse 1:
Can fly or ride around in the drop all day
Or get money, just chillin' on the block all day
And yeah it's funny that I love the streets but they don't love me back
Yeah I hug the block but it damn sure don't hug me back
Lost a few homies, still grindin' it out
Got some problems in the streets, straight iron it out
Yeah, and these mean streets put me in jail
But the streets ain't put up my bail, oh well
You know Rell, still huggin' it, one life to live
And I'm reppin' my block, my strip, that's what it is
Got gun boys outside letting it go
I got the block huggers out there selling that snow
And they might get knocked but that's the chances we take
You know it's all for the cake, yeah it's all for the cake
And I know it's a chance I can get killed out here
Pants saggin', chain swingin', and I'm still out here, yeah
Chorus
Verse 2:
Streets don't love us but we love the streets
We hustle in the fire like we love the heat
Get fly for the bitches, pull the Coupe up, and make ‘em smile
Pops wasn't there man the streets had to raise the child
Look what it made me, money-hungry and crazy
But I still got the Ruger on me, that's my baby
Know some gangstas in ya hood, I be runnin' through there
They ride the 5 in ya projects, I be comin' through there
I'm in the streets like mailboxes and stop signs
My money, try to stop mine, I got to pop mine
For real man the streets don't love us yeah the streets don't love us
They let us get the paper, in the end they gon' cuff us
Yeah, I seen it all, the streets is cold man
Take a young boy, make him look like a old man
It wasn't for the streets, I wouldn't have got on the map
So I carry the hood, look what I got on my back
Hell Rell:
This for all my niggaz buyin' birds man
It's kilo talk for the hustlers
Mexico, Columbia, Peru
Holla at me man
Ruger
Hook:
Nigga come see me if you wanna get a bird
If ya money right nigga you can get a bird
Bird bird bird, muthafucka that's the word
You damn right I'm workin', you hear the birds chirpin'
(Repeat)
Verse 1
Hell Rell:
Yo I met this right Dominican, he put me in power
So now I'm sittin' on it, yeah a shit load of powder
100 thou for me after I pay my connect
So I called these niggaz up, tell 'em pigeons on deck
Tone came through, he be in P-8
Took two of them things off of me and went on his way
I threw him a extra one cuz I know he respect my gun
He'd be stupid not the have my paper
Cuz he gon' floss now and end up dead later
I'm movin' the pies, and my connect is the baker
Check this shit, I took one bird, broke it down for the small hustlers
Most niggaz is buyin' bricks, but not all hustlers
You got your 10 gram niggaz, 20 gram niggaz
Hustlers that's movin' slow and they only want a O
I need all that money, see that cake in my eyes
And I'll bring it right to you nigga and save you the drive
Ruger
Hook
Verse 2
Bucks:
Yo, I'm int he coke spot, gun in my hand
We call papi for four bricks, I got one in my hand
Numb in my hand, my lil' homie run in the van
Ran out the house wit' his Mac out stuffin' the van
I'm muggin' for grams, shit, that ain't new to me money
I got Peruvian cats that wanna shoot me for money
And lose me for money
Hide me in the dirt somewhere
Cuz I snatch wallets like papi got some work somewhere
Snatch his bird for a bird and we can work from there
I know there's birds in his crib, ain't it chirps I hear
And them ain't Nextel chirps I hear, I'm on my movie shit
This hoe callin' from the room I'm on my coochy shit
Duct-tape her, Uzi shit, tyin' 'em up
He move birds to the hood, them niggaz buyin' 'em up
So imagine some rich nigga not givin' me pies
Man my chickens come in a box like Kennedy Fried
Bucks
[Hook:]
One time for them real niggas that never told on nobody
2 times for them mob niggas that's living like john
gotti
3 times for them bad bitches that bust the pussy wide
open
You can smell the cocaine when you bust a brick wide
open
I said real nigga wassup, real nigga wassup
If you ain't come to make a million dollars
Then please shut the fuck up
I said real nigga wassup, real nigga wassup
If you can't control your bitch
Then we gonn make her shut the fuck up
I got bad chick in my back, a home boy to be trapped
If your money straight, I got 2 bricks
In the back of the truck right now
I don't care about the police
All I care about is my scale
I don't care about no judge
All I'm worried bout is my plug
As long as he straight, I'm straight
Multimillion dollar mindstate
Don't care about no broke hoes
Please get these bitches outta my face
Just counting all of my money, neck full of that gold
God, when you get my soul
Please make sure a nigga ain't broke
Make sure 30 cars in my driveway
2 stone red, I did it my way
I want a bigger chain, I want the badder bitches
So I traffic coke on the highway
And yeah we all in them streets
Yeah we the shit
If [?] was alive, I'd tell her please front me some
bread
If tony montana was real, I'd tell him why you killed
manolo
And why you shit on sosa
You should have known that was a no no
That girl nasty will change your wife
Trip to mexico will change my life
Come back with a truck load
And be done with it by the end of the night, night!
[Hook:]
One time for them real niggas that never told on nobody
2 times for them mob niggas that's living like john
gotti
3 times for them bad bitches that bust the pussy wide
open
You can smell the cocaine when you bust a brick wide
open
I said real nigga wassup, real nigga wassup
If you ain't come to make a million dollars
Then please shut the fuck up
I said real nigga wassup, real nigga wassup
If you can't control your bitch
Then we gonn make her shut the fuck up
I done hopped out of my enemies,
And gave them niggas the bizness
Cursed out a few chicken heads and told them mind your
bizness
Yeah I'm cheating on your girlfriend
With your other girlfriend
And if your friend don't like it
Why she call herself my girl then
Lil niggas, they make it rain
We tornado, whilrwind
Young niggas pullin coupes up,
You talking shit out your girl beds
These niggas a joke, fucked around and went broke
He done turnt himself into a homicide
He fucked around and got smoked
Nigga fuck the other side, got my pistol in my hand
Have so many guns, I wanna hold em in [?] my hand
When I bodies 20 grenades
I bet these niggas stop playing with me
Once cars and houses start blowing up
I bet these niggas stop playing with me
You, fuck nigga, pussy nigga, hoe nigga
Me, dope getter, blow flipper, rose mo sipper
Gucci leather with the gold zippers
Hunneds bottles I need more liquor
Fuck me yesterday, but he back around
Yeah control me
[Hook:]
One time for them real niggas that never told on nobody
2 times for them mob niggas that's living like john
gotti
3 times for them bad bitches that bust the pussy wide
open
You can smell the cocaine when you bust a brick wide
open
I said real nigga wassup, real nigga wassup
If you ain't come to make a million dollars
Then please shut the fuck up
I said real nigga wassup, real nigga wassup
If you can't control your bitch
Try to sell one gun, two guns, three guns, four, more
I got five choppers laying right there on the bedroom
floor
Niggas looking for a come up, not all real
Fuck around and get hit with a shotgun shell
You can lock me up, Your Honor, I got my bell
Right here in my left pocket, these niggas need to stop
When we talking money these lames change the topic
I just bought a missile and I'm waiting on a rocket,
I'm sick in the kitchen, sick with the pan
Met a nigga dying of cancer, I'm sicker than him
When them new cools drop it, dealer hit me up
These niggas is falling off, my niggas living it up
See, all this getting money and stunting it ain't new
to me
What you think you're fooling me with this fake
jewelry?
Who told you to put on that nasty shit?
Meanwhile a nigga ring cost a half of brick
Got word, got the dope, got the powder
Get you knocked off five racks are turning sour
Life kinda cheap around here so stop acting expensive
Conversation short but the clip is extended
Everything sucking niggas get raw
You ain't there, come to the hospital or finish the job
Every month niggas need new taste
Switching up cars, duplex condos, switching up broads
Time to apply pressure, Porsche? Ride better
Sweater? [?] Rolly? Sky-Dweller
Shit, we're 'bout to take it to the top
Till all them street niggas rugga did it for the block
Please sell one gun, two guns, three guns, four, more
I got five choppers lying right there on the bedroom
Y'all making this shit more serious than what it need
to be,
Dough. Quit playing with me,
New niggas hatin', wait, I know what's wrong now
Watch cost a restaurant,
Pinky ring a condo
Better hand cuff her 'cause we're taking niggas bitches
Choppers snappin' like we tryin to take you niggas
pitches,
The dealer shit keep whipping with me like a slave
master,
You kill that nigga now, you get paid after,
Not only I told niggas I show niggas
How to purposely shit on gold diggers is you absolute
nigga
I bought you round rose sippers
I don't do too much talking, I smoke niggas
Yeah, welcome to the land of the lost,
It was they block, but we ran them niggas off,
It was his bitch till that pinner in my Porsche pulled
Like oh, forget that broke nigga, fuck
I like to play but nowadays I mostly coach niggas,
Don't speak no beef under the rug we approach niggas
like what?
Hey hey, what you said Lord nigga?
For less then that people end up dead Lil nigga
Streets wanna know if you really getting paper,
Uh baby mother you're fuckin with hotel you take her
If you don't keep with a hundred, streets wanna know
that
Run you out your on hood, nigga you can't go back,
My name ain't on papers my nigga I ain't no rat,
Money too bigger, my pocket I can't fold that
Uh nite time shooter out niggas bustin teks
They credit cards scamin or their bustin checks,
We killed them in the hood like what the fuck is next,
He make me sure we eat, so show the plug respect,
And them niggas you look up to their look up to me,
Probably the only rapper that show you how to cook up a
Disco's out to doughs that you choose to use disrespect
through views,
On a real nigga like me,
I'm getting money saluted if you feel just like me,
Say what's up if you trying to make a few mills just
like me, yeah
Streets wanna know nigga
[Chorus:]
(Yeah) Fuck all the talkin' man my gun go off (gun go
off)
SWAT team you betta call 'em cause my gun go off (gun
go off)
In the middle of a robbery my gun go off (gun go off)
They ain't taking not one rock from me (nigga my gun go
off)
All my enemies ask 'em they know my gun go off (yeah)
I run up on 'em and blast 'em because my gun go off
(yeah)
I'm in the streets nigga you know my gun go off (gun go
off)
I'm a G nigga you know my gun go off (you know my)
[Verse 1: Hell Rell]
You either rich or you poor (poor)
There's no in between
You looking lost lil' nigga (come on)
Come roll with the team (yeah)
I'll show you how to get a block poppin' with' one gram
(gram)
Show you how to hold a AR-15 with' one hand (like this)
I'm respected up in Cali nigga, Inglewood, Long Beach
(Eastside)
Respected in the A-Town, Zone 2, Zone 3 (yeah)
So fuck with' a man, nigga the man is Ruger (Ruger)
In jail get you stabbed for a couple cans of tuna (in
your neck)
These hollow tips will hurt your stomach like a million
sit-ups (yup)
I'm from the Bronx but have my Brooklyn niggas shoot
your crib up (got him)
You see them gangstas over there, you think they just
chillin'
Nah they ain't just chillin'
They ready to start killin' (brat)
That's my nigga Cash (Cash)
That's Lil' Black
Black can't read or write but he know how to shoot the
Mack (yup)
A walking brick I just hopped out the pot
Thousand dollar jeans sagging when I hopped out the
drop
Ruger
[Chorus:]
(Yeah) Fuck all the talkin' man my gun go off (gun go
off)
SWAT team you betta call 'em cause my gun go off (gun
go off)
In the middle of a robbery my gun go off (gun go off)
They ain't taking not one rock from me (nigga my gun go
off)
All my enemies ask 'em they know my gun go off (yeah)
I run up on 'em and blast 'em because my gun go off
(yeah)
I'm in the streets nigga you know my gun go off (gun go
off)
I'm a G nigga you know my gun go off (you know my)
[Verse 2: Hell Rell]
When I was locked up in the belly of the beast
A lot of niggas lied about how they was living in the
streets (true story)
A nigga was a worker but he said he was a boss (boss)
A nigga wasn't driving but he said he had a Porsche
(lying)
Some niggas was hard (hard)
Some niggas was soft (soft)
But this one kid kept saying his gun was going off (get
a load of this man)
He used to be up in the yard, bragging 'bout he done
shot niggas (yeah)
Over petty money, said he loved to pop niggas (poppin')
Somebody came through from his hood then exposed him
(yeah)
Said he don't get busy
Niggas don't know him (never heard of you)
See niggas frontin' like they gun go off (gun go off)
He just flashing that shit, call him a gun show off
(gun show off)
Yeah my shit bust on broad day (day)
That's on Lexington, Madison, 5th ave, Park ave, and
Broadway (uh- huh)
Fuck what you heard nigga I'm the real Ruger (Ruger)
You better buy a vest for me I'm a real shooter
[Chorus:]
(Yeah) Fuck all the talkin' man my gun go off (gun go
off)
SWAT team you betta call 'em cause my gun go off (gun
go off)
In the middle of a robbery my gun go off (gun go off)
They ain't taking not one rock from me (nigga my gun go
off)
All my enemies ask 'em they know my gun go off (yeah)
I run up on 'em and blast 'em because my gun go off
(yeah)
I'm in the streets nigga you know my gun go off (gun go
off)
Ball hard show these niggas my game
I put that red dot on them
Show these niggas my aim
I ain't playin' with 'em (Then what you doin' nigga)
Man I ain't playin' with 'em (Then what you doin'
nigga)
[Verse 1:]
I'm the shampoo on this muthafuckin' title, two crosses
on my neck
And I ain't ever read a scripture out that muthafuckin
bible
You know how this shit go, you dealin' with a sicko
Blow his head off while he cuddled up with his pillow
I don't ride around in limos, I'm usually in the trunk
With black gloves on bout to hop out with the pump
Pull over right here, there that nigga go with his
bitch Pam
Kill him and his ho if he don't pay me my ten grand
Niggas love Ruger Rell, because I'm kinda hard
If rap don't work try my luck with the armor guards
That's a bank robbery
5 black Escalades all bulletproof up with tank armory
Clap and I spray, sack of that hey
I'm a gun runner sell 20 ratchets a day
I got, Rugers, revolvers, anything you need I got
Even them Dillingers that fit up in the beef and [?]
All Hell about to break lose this August
We all know I ain't perfect, but my wrist flawless
Make'em sick to his stomach nigga get nauseous
I don't pick up my phone for workers when I'm with
bosses
No he ain't higher than me
If I was outta work still wasn't hirin' me
And that's your man bitch? Where you find the jerk
Had him in Clinton washin' socks and ironin' shirts
[Hook:]
Ball hard show these niggas my game
I put that red dot on them
Show these niggas my aim
I ain't playin' with 'em (Then what you doin' nigga)
Man I ain't playin' with 'em (Then what you doin'
nigga)
Look at my tattoo's
Show these niggas my gang
Or throw 50 karats on 'em
So these niggas my chain
I ain't playin' with 'em (Then what you doin' nigga)
Man I ain't playin' with 'em (Then what you doin'
nigga)
Yeah, last night I said a prayer
Got on my knees and I told God, what?
[Chorus:]
Please send me them bands, please send me them bands
I'm a ball whenever I can, big money's my plan
I see her shaking her ass, can she do it here instead
Double cup in my hand, I shoot you right where you
stand
Every night get on my knees and tell God
Please send me them bands, please send me them bands
Please give me them bands
I know you hear my prayer God
Please send me them bands, please send me them bands
Every night get on my knees and tell God
Please send me them bands,
I'm a ball whenever I can, big money's my plan
I see her shaking her ass, can she do it here instead
Got a double cup in my hand, I shoot you right where
you stand
Every night get on my knees and tell God
Please send me them bands,
I'm front row in the church, rosaries in my hand
I ain't listening to the preacher,
I'm praying God send me them bands
Suck a ball off of my section
Buy a Porsche and keep flexing
Take these lame niggas, bitches,
Out of all of my collection
Last night I said a prayer
Said, God I need a benzo
Woke up in the dealership and I was buying me a benzo
Man what the fuck I need friends for,
I'm 100 with my 10 4
And don't change my tempo
And tell them niggas I'm rich oh
Yeah, God please send me them bands
So I can cash out in this condo
But I'm fiending for the new lamb
It's jet black, no freaking roof
Yeh baby go gigaproof
I take you out to drink
Might be for water, it's a [?] pool
Monday I'm in the front door,
Tuesday it's a coupe day
Wednesday it's a boat day
On a yacht nigga drinking Rose
Got Richard here he pouring drank
Outside got candy paint
Rather sleep with my money,
Fuck the bitches, they accidentally
[Chorus:]
I'm a ball whenever I can, big money's my plan
I see her shaking her ass, can she do it here instead
Double cup in my hand, I shoot you right where you
stand
Every night get on my knees and tell God
Please send me them bands, please send me them bands
Please give me them bands
I know you hear my prayer God
Please send me them bands, please send me them bands
Every night get on my knees and tell God
Please send me them bands,
I'm a ball whenever I can, big money's my plan
I see her shaking her ass, can she do it here instead
Got a double cup in my hand, I shoot you right where
you stand
Every night get on my knees and tell God
Please send me them bands,
Dear lord I need these bands to get the children out
the ghetto
Buy a few Ferraris whip boom right back to the ghetto
The devil walk my spirit, but I ain't tryina hear it
Drinking henessey my holy water
Making sure my hoe's in order
Making sure my dough's in order
What you mean nigga placing order?
Haters keep on testing me
Lord keep on blessing me
We stray, day and night
They went [?] they cops
Hell yeah, this cold gun
This shit is what is my tank top
Nice chain, great watch
Great drop, spray glock
All eyes on motherfucking me but I ain't pop
Welcome to the gangsta club, you just got your liver
shit
All we need this chinchilla money before the winter
here
I'm a ball whenever I can, big money's my plan
I see her shaking her ass, can she do it here instead
Double cup in my hand, I shoot you right where you
stand
Every night get on my knees and tell God
Please send me them bands, please send me them bands
Please give me them bands
I know you hear my prayer God
Please send me them bands, please send me them bands
Every night get on my knees and tell God
Please send me them bands,
I'm a ball whenever I can, big money's my plan
I see her shaking her ass, can she do it here instead
Got a double cup in my hand, I shoot you right where
you stand
Every night get on my knees and tell God
I check Instagram and I look on Twitter
Everybody screaming me a real nigga
I'm sitting back, like what the deal is
I don't think these niggas know what real is
Real is a thousand grams, nigga
Real is never taking a stand, nigga
Real is taking care of your man, nigga
Why you doing ten years in a can, nigga?
And if your homie die, buy the tomb
You make sure his son go to private school
Real is back to back coots
When we was just sitting on a stoop
Real is getting charged for a body
But you ain't the one who caught the body
Homicide asking questions, try to break you
Know that if you snitch the whole hood is gonna hate
Real is when we see him then his guns drop
Neighbors found him dead on his front lawn
Real is doing 30 to life, nigga
8 48 charge for the life, nigga
It feel real when you tied down
But you see who really real when you lie down
Real is the visitor's row and your girl tryina pass you
up a low
Real is HIV positive, fuck so many bitches
You don't know how you got this shit
Real is never being poor, 200 grand stashed in the
floor
100 more stashed in the wall
Nigga, that's real, we gonna ball till we fall
I mean let's get back to this real shit, niggas talking
Real listen, real loud, huh?
Let's talk about it, matter fact let's be about that
shit, too
You still tryina get to know me huh
I see you walking round the club waving round that fake
rollie huh
And your h belt phoney huh
You seen scarface 100 times and still think you tony huh?
You man thought I forgot, huh
That he the reason that my motherfucking dog got shot,
huh?
And papi got some nerve, huh, some nerves
Tryina sell me so blow and overpricing for his birds,
huh?
Don't know I got em comin from mexico, huh
And gas these bitches up like I'm texaco, huh
Snitch tight, bitch tight
I'm allergic to them cause I'm the rich type
Let's talk money, pull up to the table, play with me
I'm in your house like I'm hookin up the cable
Yeah, bullet tool out the toolbox
Makin sales on burer king parkin lot got me too hot
Strap on deck so I'm movin straight
Sold a half of brick got the super 8
I took the state troopers on a high chase
Got rid of the car, wipe the prints down, I'm safe
Like a motherfucking home run, turning keys like I'm
pablo escobar son
The black version, the max working
Massage from your wife, your back hurting
Truck loads, bust loads, fuck hoes
You fucked the first day, that's what the porters did
Go to mexico, look for a plug like boston george did
Who ever said money's the root of all evil
Never been in a iras condo, with a big view
Either see the [?] basketball or this ink pins
Know niggaswho was flat broke, now they kingpins
Roll the window down, start spraying my weapon
Cocaine mary, bakin soda, I just pay for the weight
That extorsion money every week
Niggas better pay that
Started out o door, now I'm like a was
Rell, you don't love me no more,
Why you say that?
Bitch shut the fuck up and google all this nut up
When I buy cocaine, niggas pull the truck up, 18 wheeler
When you buy cocaine, they don't call the plug up
You's a young fuck up, a waste of your life
Niggas credit card scammin, they will make you some
swipes
See, I ain't like her old ass, so I bought her a new ass
Niggas eating over here homie, why you mad
Cause we coped 2 jags, plus bought a new pad
That look like a fucking high school when you cruise past
Freddie kruger gucci sweater,
Red and blue, school of hard knox I graduated
Where the hell was you? I ain't see you
I was in the class homie, front row
You left me hurt so bad, how could you be so mean?
Yeah, how could I be so mean?
I got myself together, ain't going back again to him!
Sucker niggas be beefing behind computers
I'm in the old black BM with a shooter
Lobs and [?] on the menu, plus I'm booked for the...
I paid up the local priest, and I let my [?] continue
Gave that boy too many chances, even try to feed him
Now his brains blowing out, momma can't...
Niggas come from jail and they block that, stop that
Got fifty little niggas, make sure you'll be shot at
Last deal with the Mexicans got me straight
New estate, five chains...
Took the shooter shopping, now they're living better
They're saying they look up and they're ready to look
whoever
Money good, big operation... the project is over...
I was carrying all the money thinking about the future
Disrespect the... I might have to shoot you...
You left me hurt so bad, how could you be so mean?
Yeah, how could I be so mean?
I got myself together, ain't going back again to him!
Just came from Costa Rica eating salmon by the beach
Now I'm ready to murder all my enemies this week.
Call up a few killers and tell them to get a job
Niggas all talk, really no action
Go to war with me, a few things gonna happen
Your car will blow up, I don't think you want that
Your life gonna leave home, and might not gonna come
back
The kids going disnatched right about the daycare
When millions of dollars is on the line, I don'y play
fair
When we was hungry, niggas wouldn't feed us
Now they got... in the breeches
Everybody eating, Mercedes...
And I kill your whole fucking family, now we're even
Sitting with the... having a cocaine...
Me like gimmie fifty... by the weekend, real talk, ok!
You left me hurt so bad, how could you be so mean?
Yeah, how could I be so mean?
I got myself together, ain't going back again to him!
We don't win and take, losing in the option
She said the last nigga really took her shopping
Problem ain't getting money, is with a hottie
That account, this account, Swiss account, big amount
She don't wanna fuck the whole crew, I get annoyed
Hell yeah I got work, come get employed
Where I'm from... of flipping drugs
Nigga on the run for my homicide, still in the club
Huh, popping dollars like they're looking for
They gotta pay extra, you gotta cook it for
Niggas talking about where...
[?] spending money with the Judas
Let's bow our heads and say grace, amen!
Gotta... that always flush the face, yeah!
You niggas don't kill them unless I'm ok
Baby find where [?] and go spray!
You left me hurt so bad, how could you be so mean?
Yeah, how could I be so mean?
[Hell Rell]
Surgeon General, what's hood, what's good nigga
Hell Rell, DipSet nigga (all day, everyday)
BX is the borough (yes sir)
Sha you lay the groundwork down man (groundwork!)
This is groundwork right here man
This is nothin (this is nothin)
Rollin up my sleeves on a nigga (let's do it) uh-huh, yeah
All my G's in N.Y. carry big fo'-fives
Chicago, L.A. prefer them AK's
All Philly niggaz, is Mac milli' niggaz
Every thug in St. Louis bought an uzi
Now who's the real dookie? Meanin who's really the shit?
Frank White, rest in peace, you was really the shit (R.I.P.)
And them hoes went crazy when I hopped out the Beemer
Had on so much ice looked like I hopped out the freezer (brrr)
Eagle got rainbow rocks (rocks) and them whips is fruity
Banana Benzes, mango drops (look at 'em)
Listen playbot we ain't gon' stop (nah)
Yeah your gun bust but what makes you think mine ain't gon' pop? (pop)
Gettin fresh out homey, just came from the mountains (mountains)
Since I been home a lot of niggaz been frownin (I see y'all)
Runnin 'round poutin, like this SK won't pop
Leave you stretched out right in front of they house
And these, lil' niggaz runnin 'round with lil' heaters
'Bout to send bullet at 'em size of my middle finger (uh-huh)
And, youse a little middleman in the middle of a little war
Yeah I'm on my Big Pun shit, I run shit (woo!)
I got enough guns and clips to take on a SWAT team (c'mon)
Red dots, all of 'em got beams (yeah)
And moms talkin 'bout I need Jesus in my life (what?)
You keep calling my homie
Need to check your bitch
Rollies don't tick you need to check your wrist
Niggas be hating, I just look pass it
Ball on these niggas like I just got drafted
I wear that louie nigga, please fill up my cup
I need some chicken heads, I'm tryina fill up my truck
Take em back to the condo, make em all get naked
This a million dollar grind and all the gangster
respect it
I ain't wanna pop him, but I did it for the team
Fuck a shooting range, I got an infrared beam
You could run all day, I ain't missin my target
Ain't gotta be in the projects, my dope flippin
regardless
Talking shit on twitter, got the scoop where you live
Caught em coming out the crib, choppa tore up his ribs
Playing with yoru nose, homie we got that candy
And that panorama, go make her drop her panties
Now fuck this rap shit, got a brick of dope in my house
On some real shit, we the ones that slow up the drought
Man she sell the pussy, I'd rather go in her mouth
I'm so trill nigga, but ain't no gold in my mouth
Need to take care of your bitch man, she out there
sellin avon
Hunned niggas with hoodies, yeah we mobbin for traevon
I don't see these niggas and I ain't even got shades on
Don't wanna be these niggas, they saving hoes with they
capes on
Yeah, ah, we get a mill then we move em out
Drop a duffle on the dealer then I'm cruising out
Paper plates like I'm cooking out
Nigga you never in the spot,
You was looking out
Yeah, now let's get back to this real shit
Tell the label they need to restructure the deal quick
I need another million, we in the fucking building
We killin every nigga, but no women, no children
Shit, call it what you want, but don't call it broke
When you racked up, they laugh at all your jokes
When you're broke, nobody picks up your phone calls
[Intro]
You hear me son?
[Hell Rell]
Geah! You already know
Shotty you got 'em with this one
Hell Rell, DipSet (c'mon)
[Chorus: Hell Rell]
Y'all niggaz don't really want a war man (nope)
Cause I'll bring the shit to your door man (damn right)
I'll have your family pickin up some coffins (let's go)
That's what you get for fuckin with a boss man
[Hell Rell]
Yo, I went from, drastic measures to drug measures
Coke price high like my mom's blood pressure
Beatin a nigga half to death that's a thug's pleasure
You up North writin your girl all type of love letters
Baby when I get out, me and the streets is through
When I come home it's just about me and you
I'm in the cell next to you like - you sucker for love!
When I get out, I'ma pump me some drugs
Recruit me some thugs, have these niggaz pitchin in the streets
So hungry they got saliva drippin from they teeth
And yeah I'm feedin 'em so they listenin to me
You stick a nigga up we call it fishin in the sea
We use a bitch for the bait, throw her in the water
Wait for a nigga to hook her and then his ass is a goner
My life is based around bricks of marijuana
I teach these lil' niggaz how to get rich on the corner
[Hell Rell]
Yo this lil' nigga from my hood was like, "Yo Hell Rell"
"Remember 'fore you want to jail and shit
you used send me to the store for dutches?"
(Uh-huh, uh-huh) I'm like, "Yeah"
He like, "Now I'm sendin niggaz to the store for dutches man" (Worrd?)
"Puttin in work, I bang out"
I said, "Lil' nigga I don't give a fuck man"
"I just got my hand on two AR-15's, and a pump with a pistol grip, what's good?"
I'm bangin out! If a nigga lay a finger on my head
A nigga moms gon' end up dead, I said
I'm bangin out! For Weeks Ave, the block I'm from
For the hood I'ma bust my gun, fo' sho'
I'm bangin out! Like DeNiro, up in _Heat_
Hold court in the middle of the streets, nigga
I'm bangin out! C'mon, Hell Rell
Fuck with me on this one man, I'm bangin out man
It go red light, green light, bang bang bang
Another nigga slain, somebody moms feel the pain
The streets don't care, just soak up the blood
Move on to the next thug, I'm movin the best drugs
O.G. from the hood, we was cool since '89
Gave me a Ru' P-89, told me shoot if a nigga try me (bang)
Might get shot if you look at me wrong
I'm just - itchin to hit him, I'm bangin fresh out of prison
A killer with straight intentions of mashin 'em with a vengeance
Put me back in, go to the box, finish my sentence
I don't wanna be around nobody
I'm stabbin so they don't put me around nobody
You shouldn't be on the corner unless you profit
Bangin out like you got my nephew hostage
Busters can't hold me, SWAT can't control me
When I get to dumpin that K-10 in your gold teeth
Teeth, and I'm a monster I said
At departure I said, greet your father I said
6 million ways to die, choose one
I'm sittin on old max, the killer with new guns
You wan' test the rocket launcher? Well c'mon
A hundred shots'll go off and watch your family mourn
And one phone call'll make your whole family gone
Leave your family tree burnt down, y'all sittin in urns now
Bangin out like a nigga got money on my head
Kill a hit man so he don't collect the bread
Bangin out like I'm in a stash house full of bricks
And it's comin to get robbed by some niggaz with some fifths
Bangin out nigga!
Gotta take my change, bangin out
You ain't disrespectin me I'm bangin out
Fuck y'all niggaz, I'm bangin out
Nothing moving but the money, nigga
I said nothing moving but my money, nigga
Ruga's back, let me talk to these niggas
What's up, real niggas?
Chief Keef, what's up my young nigga?
This shit hot
Lil Reese I was in the middle of the shot with you,
nigga
With them 35's
Oh, y'all know that's them 30 round clips, nigga
These niggas love Ruga, streets love Ruga
Hop out with my shooter acting like they knew us
These niggas don't know us, their bitches can blow us
Pay extra for them keys, yeah, the plug owe us
Hardo on my left hand, beams on my right hand
Yeah, I'm on that nigga shit, put money like a white
Bentleys and [?] we don't fly coaches
Dely get the Raid can, these niggas is roaches
'Fore I caught with Deepsy I was selling bricks
I ain't had no baby mamma drumming on no kids
Ask around the town nigga, yeah, I'm a fair shoe
Baby I'm a team player, you go fuck the clique, too
Ok, ok, enough, enough the Chief Keef flow
You a rabbit, get street dough
Why you watching them broke niggas?
Pay attention to me, hoe
Yeah, I'm talking that fly shit, penthouse to high...
shit
If you talking 'bout one of me and my niggas
You die, shit
Off topic, you talk with, let me chill on 'em
Let the champagne chill on 'em
Make a motherfucker another mil on 'em
Call me Mr. Miyagi, wax on, wax off, nigga
Hot, if you think I'm not then we can fill this Glock
I'm hot, if you think I'm not then we can fill this
Glock
Boy I'm hot, if you think I'm not then you can fill
this Glock
Boy I'm hot, if you think I'm no then you can, yo
You see that nobody don't like me
I know why they don't like me
'Cause I'm moving bricks with his stupid bitch
While she sit on my dick like it's a bike seat
Out my mind? Yeah, I might be
Strapped up? Yeah, I might be
Just want a nigga to try me, have his ass hooked to an
Put the joints in my closet that I don't wear
Bad bitches in my phone that I don't call
I just came to ball, I just want it all
Made a promise to myself that I won't fall
I mean none of you niggas gonna stop me
Niggas wearing all this Versace
I still got shirts in my closet from when Big was
alive, nigga copy?
I'm so cocky, yeah rude and obnoxious
Cursing out a bitch in a drop six
Yeah, that's your girl, but tonight and only tonight
Motherfucker, that's my bitch
More time for the real niggas, two shots at the fake
niggas
Middle finger to the hate niggas
Yeah boy, we ain't gonna stop till I'm your black Bill
Gates, nigga
I talk Roberto Cavalli's, I drop the rack on my boots,
bitch
You leaving with him or you leaving with me
Girl, get your ass in this car
Go rolling with a plain face, strapped up, yeah, I play
it safe
You know how them Feds do, put 30 niggas on the same
case
Five bricks with my first deal, ten more with my second
deal
Just because you got a record deal don't mean you got
respect and it real
Fiend niggas come eat a mil, baller hard, I need a mil
Talking all this tough shit but bitch up when he see
the still
Alright, check it, you ain't surviving the drought
I just remodeled my house
I pour champagne all night in the club
I'm pissing them bottles out
A bunch of kilos when a boat get here
A bunch of dick sucking when them hoes get here
Uh, uh, uh
I'm back in this motherfucker
Get your whole king whacked up in this motherfucker
Bring it to my [?] spot, show you all them words I got
You probably catch a hard attack up in that
motherfucker!
Aha, aha, the DEA just rated us
Spat back opened, like the nigga never rated us!
What's up?
Before rap I was a dawg already, yeah
Before my deal with Dip Set I had one with my plug
already
Niggas bought houses with brick money
Nigga, you never buy five, you're sitting on a six
money
It's ten thousands, let's get that to my bitch money
(what's that?)
That's only thirty [?] kicks money
Big money, go to Vegas, lose one hundred thousand
One night wake up like it never happened!
What's that? That's I don't give a shit, money
I go with the real good, I'm a coke master
After you had your every car, you buy your boat after,
shit
What's the meaning in life?
Working from 9 to 5 and selling keys to the white
Getting money like [?] never snitched like Nikki
I'm trying to win and take every real nigga with me!
(Come on!)
Shrimps can't be [?] toasting wine glasses
Counting money, watching time passing, yeah
Nigga we spend money money for the excitement
I'm only scared of the FBI [?]
Took an oath to be rich for the rest of our lives
Yeah, to care each other kids, never fuck each other
wives
If you're my brothers, what's yours is what it's mine
(you know that)
Your favorite rapper be lying in these rhymes
But me [?] with that out of town paper
Heroin and we hate to be around haters!
Like I Li I'm the mother fucking greatest
Been around the world, but the hood made us!
Nigga, the hood made us!
[Intro:]
Let's do this one for the streets!
Uh, uh, uh
Don't drop nine new, man!
I will take it!
Fifty, what up, boy?
Bronx! Pop up!
Uh, my shit is blessed liek a take on a Bible
Deaf poetry, my rhyme suicidal
And I don't make a bed rock, I made a bed break
You're so the type to call the police for a headache
News slash, I got new sons
And in the hood the OG niggas got pilled up by some new
guns
Damn it, boy, damn it boy!
We can set you up with them androids
Future is triggers on the way up
Cause in the way in, I don't pay cut, skinny niggas lay
Assisted in the bed by a bitch or ass,
No titties nigga, that's my A cut!
Situation sweet, now we're off to [?]
To ascend on my feet, now that's a [?]
That's life, did I mention?
I bought the iPod 2 in case you question my attention!
See, you was locked up for a body, now we're on!
What? He most have told to somebody
I got the chinchilla meat, dragon on the floor
From them kids aborad, we're keeping [?] momma door and
I ain't got nothing against these other rappers, but
Please don't confuse me with other rappers cause [?]
slash clapper
If your baby momma talking shit, then I might slap her
hands
Tell her, go get you, make sure you bring your pistol
Rooger is the OG and now my young boys official!
Nigga, we're on that turned up, never, never calm shit
[?] chains is on her neck [?] shit!
Quit to pull my oozie on a nigga
Lights, camera, action, make a movie on it, nigga!
And if you cross the family, then you know he gotta die
If my chain is blind, then how we gonna see eye to eye?
Yeah!
Quit to pull my oozie on a nigga
Lights, camera, action, make a movie on it, nigga!
Quit to pull my oozie on a nigga
Red beams all over my straps,
Got sour all over my guts
Got them hoes all over my dick
Them yellow bitch is coming with us
That's how I'm living nigga, that's how I'm living
nigga
The Coupe got no ceiling nigga
That's what them bricks will get you
Red beams all over my straps,
Got sour all over my guts
Got them hoes all over my dick
Them yellow bitch is coming with us
That's how I'm living nigga, that's how I'm living
nigga
[?] your baby mama stripping nigga
And I'm a [?] temper
[?] my enemies are the dirt
Got more shoes all over my jeans
Got more [?] all over my shirt
That's how I'm living nigga, that's how I'm living
nigga
The Coupe got no ceiling nigga
That's what them bricks will get you
[?] cells all over my feet, feet
Presidential my stack
Soon as snow hit the floor
Chinchilla on my back
Get the bitches back they [?]
[?] shit clicking
You ain't know nigga, she a hoe nigga,
Straight dough nigga [?] I'm blowing cake, he's only
fake
Shit ticking, my shit's spinning, bad bitch [?]
Happy as hell to see a nigga like me
[?] L.A. smoking papers, I'm front row for them ladies
Cosmopolitan, [?] we major
Took a great golf but I'm back bitch
40 callie I'm strapped bitch
Don't compare me to them broke niggas
These shades cost me a rack bitch
They used to cocaine, build me a [?]
Like 20 ounces
We just made [?] every top of it
Money legit now, we ain't gotta wash the shit
[?] the [?] on the bad block [?] that's the same bitch
we slept in
And niggas ball harder if you play better
You know me nigga
We're fighting case and haters at the same damn time
Can't forget this hoes too
They want it bigger pan
Movin rugga top gun
Rockin broly [?] at the same damn time
Shoot shoot in your man what the same damn nine
Ain't the shit change nigga on my same damn ground
Just porter fro papi tryin to whippin up the nine
Yeah you know me I'll be movin all the D
Get you got a fake belt you think that he a G
You are lane but the bitch livin with me
Fuck the nigga let it down
He might bea FBD
I ain't got time to be biffin all the beauters
I was something I just nigga house with them shooters
What's up, got two chicks in hades with call em bitches
papa
Get the [?] pull up in the cream but the barely poor
with the drop out
Time ain't not the one in Miami drinking [?]
Willie in the school the damn colors nigga ha ha
Met poppie by the ducks and I bought the polo
Don't tell em bout the fuckin for a [?] man
I smoked on, New York city I got it in the choko
Man see lord thing said she loved popo
Nigga yeah they think they top they really I ain't
havin it
Don't call me ruga relf I really I carry it
I ain't got security no really I carry it
My money I'm a marry it
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