Okay
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I'm sure you heard
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He's back in the building
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It's official ticial
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Hell Rell DipSet all day nigga let's do it
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Talk to me I talk back
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Yea
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Yea
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Now I'm a hustla he's a hustla we some motherfuckin
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hustlaz wouldn't you love you be a hustla too? Talk to me
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I'm a gangsta he's a gangsta we some motherfuckin
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gangstaz wouldn't you love to be a gansgsta too?
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[Hell Rell]
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Yo, from a lonely jail cell back to the bricks
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Its Hell Rell motherfucker from the the the Dips!
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See I got to put work back on the street again
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Bounce back on my feet again
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Gators back on my feet again
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Bought some guns these haters back with the beef again
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Red-dot them infared lasers back on the heat again
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And they wanna lock me up throw away the key
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Cuz I'm sitting on enough coke to throw away a key
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Fuck em you wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck
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Diplomats live it up
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Clack Clack give it up
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Hard dick have money what I give a slut
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Chocolate Escalade call that this nigga truck
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My gun bust need I say more
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Now I've got my moms telling me I should pray more
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Mami please I don't get on my knees that shit ain't for geez
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I'm bout to take my ass to hell for all the triggers I squeeze (Let's go)
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[Chorus]
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Now I'm a hustla he's a hustla we some motherfuckin
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hustlaz wouldn't you love you be a hustla too? Now talk to me
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I'm a gangsta he's a gangsta we some motherfuckin
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gangstaz wouldn't you love to be a gansgsta too? Holla at me
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I'm a ridah he's a rider we some motherfuckin ridaz
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wouldn't you love to be a rider too? Holla at me
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Hell Rell, Dipset, Bird gang, what's good
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Wouldn't you like to be a gangsta too? Talk to me!
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[Hell Rell]
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Yea I'm still gettin out
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So what the judge boost the bail
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Niggaz run around saying what they gonna do to Rell(Nothin)
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Two P-89's on me call me Ruger Rell
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Y'all niggaz talk about your bodies I don't shoot and tell
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And you still playing you ain't even close to culture
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First you up then you down what you rollercoaster?
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Tre pound rubber grip what my holster holding
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And there's a baby being born a fiend overdoser
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Must have been my dope that did em man
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I party on the yacht with some hoes or her pigeon friends
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You tell a slut you love her and miss her hug her and kiss her
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I fuck her and diss her probably was your cousin or sister
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I got mami sucking dick, put product on the strip
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Spray a nigga pay a nigga just to bottle up a brick
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But I'm trying to make sure that my dust move
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A young nigga what I was laid I hamma dosage
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[Chorus]
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[Hell Rell]
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For that paper snatch you daughter up
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Cruise pulling Porches up
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Cam I'm hungry now go head and kick your Air Jordans up
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Put your hand on me your moms'll get it in the mail
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I was buzzing more than you when I was sitting in a cell
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All the streets wanted to know was where's Hell Rell
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There go Jim there go Killa but where's Hell Rell
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There go Freaky Santana but where's Hell Rell
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I'm here now everybody thanks for all the fan mail
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But fuck a bitch I don't love them either (Naw)
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The powder black the coke is white so when I cook it's like jungle fever
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A couple niggaz going to be shot in their face
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Robbed for every dollar that they got in their safe
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See I'm something like a phe-no-me-non (Yea)
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I kidnap your kids with their pajamas on (Yea)
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And I still slap a nigga just for stepping on my white on whites
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I'm in the hood like peeling cheese and Mike and Ikes
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[Chorus]
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Wouldn't You Like To Be A Gangsta Too?
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| The Diplomats |
