| Yeah, this for them niggaz thats locked, D-AHHHOOOOOOOWN!
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| God damn it!
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| Razor buck 50, cafeteria slammin shit in niggaz face
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| Goin crazy, slicin C-O's, deckin niggaz
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| Lights out niggaz, killin niggaz that’s rattin
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| and ALL that crazy shit nigga!
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| Holla at them nigga Rell, spit for these niggaz out there locked up
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| Let these niggaz out here hear, what the fuck you talkin bout
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| ummmmmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmm…
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| I said yo
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| From around the time when B.I.G. |
| first got on his Coogi and Versace shit
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| I was uptown buyin coke on my? |
| metapapi? |
| shit
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| Like, «Listen Pedro, this aint good yayo
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| Give me my moula back
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| or you’ll be the first +German+ I point my +Luger+ at
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| Y’all better take it easy
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| Yeah you hot but, that’s because it burn everytime you take a pee-pee
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| Stare at the chain too long bet he be blind
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| When it come to that dope, I tap dance on it like Gregory Hines
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| and fuck what you heard this the real Rell
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| They could give me time for throwin the whole clip at you
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| I’ll be back down on a appeal bail
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| The flow, airtight
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| If Jesus turned water to wine
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| you can turn that ho to a housewife, yeah right!
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| And everything in check like a pair of Air Nike’s
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| We like to jump niggaz, never had a fear of fights
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| You take bitches shoppin, and take em out to eat
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| If they aint got a place to stay, then you take em out the street
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| All I do is be dressin them hookers
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| Before you know it
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| got them bitches on the strip, with the rest of the hookers
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| And nigga I did the crime, I ain’t gonna cry about this time
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| or hold no grudge with the judge
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| Just shackle me down, put me up North
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| Send me to my cell, long as y’all dont fuck with my food or my mail, I’m
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| good nigga
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| Before you know it, I’ll be back in the hood
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| with my hair wavy leaning back in the Mercedes
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| Screamin, «Look what the FUCKIN pennitentiary made me!»
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| Thugged-out heartless and crazy, shit!
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| I didn’t shoot niggaz for nothin, they was beggin for that
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| and I didn’t make the fiends buy it, they was beggin for crack
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| DipSet, bitch!
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| Yeah nigga, you’naw I love you
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| That was crack right there, Rell!
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| I love you, nigga it’s nothin
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| I love you too my nigga
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| Everybody love you, nigga
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| When you come home we got you, aight my nigga?
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| No question homie |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hell Rell, artist - The Diplomats. Album song Cam'Ron Presents The Diplomats - Diplomatic Immunity, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп