Hell Rell

feat. Hell Rell

[Intro]
Uh-ohhhh!
Cold cold time again baby
I'm back in the, back in the, back in the building
Juelz Santana (Aye!)
Dip Set bitch
I need all my soldiers and my block men to stand up for me
It's 'bout that time you know

[Chorus]
My hood, my city, my side
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I ride
My town, my car, my block
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I rock
My state, my strip, my ave
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm bad
My building, my porch, my stue
Whatever you wanna call it nigga I'm loose

[Juelz Santana]
Straight for paper
Paper chaser
Gangsta gangsta
Gangsta gangsta
I know my block is a crazy zoo
But it got me crazy glued (stuck)
I got to make these moves
So I hustle the hardest (drugs)
I got no team
Just a connect and a couple of partners
I keep my street niggaz, my street niggaz (yup)
I keep my cheese niggaz, my cheese niggaz (Yup)
I keep my beef niggaz, my beef niggaz (yup)
I keep my weed niggaz, my weed niggaz
Keep business business, keep pleasure pleasure
And I never mix it, ever ever
Yeah the code of the street
Eyes open don't sleep
(whoop-whoop-whoop-whoop)
There go the police
That's why you catch me moving through dolo
Moving through solo, steel weapon, steel weapon

[Chorus]

[Hell Rell]
Niggaz always catch the bodies in the hood (yup)
Straight shootin up the party in the hood (uh-uh)


Mafia ties, I'm like Gotti in the hood
Tellin hoopty on the black Maserati through the hood
Rememeber when we used to play karate in the hood (remember)
Now my rims look like ninja stars
Nigga I've been the star (I ain't have shit)
I remember when I didn't have shit to bar
Now I can lean you a couple of clips
You hungry homey you can eat a couple of clips
Come to my strip, you gon see niggaz G'd up cuz
We slangers (slangers)
Gang bangers (east-side)
And when it comes to squaley we stranges, plus
I keep my thug niggaz, my thug niggaz
I keep my blood niggaz, my blood niggaz
Spend it all I ain't no cheap ass nigga
I'm always gonna ride this I'm a weed sack nigga, YUP!

[Chorus]

[Juelz Santana]
I represent mine to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent the grind to the fullest (oh yeah)
I represent scar time, bar time, hard times
Yeah, hard times to the fullest (oh yeah)
We need to have a million man march again
We need to have a million man march up in
The white house start a million man argument
Like Bush why a million man starving in?
My city, my town, my hood
Whatever you wanna call it nigga what's good
We riders, we rollers, we survivors, we soldiers
We don't crack under pressure
We relax under pressure
Most of all, we don't rap under pressure
We bang, and we pitch this crack
'Till the cops shut us down or waste respect

[Chorus] - repeat to fade

<i>[Jim Jones]</i>
You're reign on the top, short like Leprechauns
I came through in drops, Porches and heavy charms
I came from the block, the slums wit ex-con's
And we aimin' them glocks of course ready to bomb
Now I done seen a Custy' cop four pies of the same gear
Also seen a nigga cop four rides in the same year
This concrete jungle, no trees to swing from
This weed and gettin drunk and heaters gettin dumped
Hit the highway nigga ki's up in the trunk
Back up in the city with some skeezas in the trunk
I aint a player but I do my dirt dog
Drop top 'Cedes better move when it merk off
It got me swingin to the left lane
Plus a nigga caughin 'cause the haze give me chest pain
Yes motha fucka the boys is back
With my vest and I'm tucked up with my boys in back

<i>[Chorus: Jim Jones]</i>
You dont want it with them niggaz
While you niggaz steady bitching my niggaz gettin' richer
You mad 'cause we ballin'
Bet you mad 'cause we scorin
If he get out of line put his punk ass in a coffin
Nigga we a ragime, Byrdgang we the truth
Keep a foriegn sedan or swirvin' in the coupe
Oakwood in the interior, swade on the roof
Now shoot, {Bang, Bang} shoot {Bang, Bang}

<i>[Hell Rell]</i>
Aw man Hell Rell, he on the same bullshit agiain
Same black hoody{Yup}, same fo' fifth again
Bithes stopped likin' me but now they on my dick again
Seen me in the Ashton with my glistinin'
Yea I'm bustin off the chrome
Yea I'm 'bout to off your dome
Kill the mother and the father, kids go to foster homes
Yea I like to floss the chrome, nigga leave the boss alone
See my neck and my wrist, I'm rockin' what it costs for homes
Homie they dont call me ruger for nothing
Back out on theese bitch niggaz get that ruger to dumpin'
Dont run up on me nigga you know I stay with it
G'd up from the beef and brock's to the Oakland A's fitted
That's the bottom to the top, it's in the bottom of the pot
I got it white, I got it tan, it's either you copin' or you not
Nigga jets is pullin' off and you stuck in the current
D.I.P., B.G., fuck what you heard

<i>[Chorus]</i>

<i>[Jim Jones]</i>
We all strapped in the ride, I aint talkin' like the elderly
Yac'ed when we drive like a rollin fuckin' felony
Trapped to survive, get the bucks, sell them ki's
It's hard to get by that's why we puff hell'a'weed
But if this high dont come down
I feal the world spinnin' like the sky gon' come down
I need air top of the ride gon' come down
And i swear I stay fly when I jump out
Jewled up in ice like what that dude like
Spider four thirty with the blue'ish lights
Got the coupe bright, still shoot dice
For my niggaz on the east side this is true life

<i>[Chorus]</i>

(feat. Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, JR Writer, 40 Cal & Unkasa)

Intro
I dont care what yall say, what yall do, but yall better rep harlem until the goddamn music is through. Mr C. lets do it

(Juelz Santana)
All eyes on the honorable (who)
Dipset, back to the grill again live at the barbeque
(?) All my niggaz ride like a carnival
Heat drawn all you niggaz lie like carpet do
Get up and get ready, what up the kids ready
Now that Im back the game is fucked the bitch let me
You front, u stunt, You get heat clown
Yeah punks jump up to get beat down

(Jim Jones)
Now eight years ago, I played the bench wit dimes
Everybody on my corner is gettin bent off dimes
Sittin back, sippin yak tryna get us some sneakers
Sittin back in the Lac puffin nickels of reefer
(?) on the strip in the midst of the drug trade
(?) Im watchin for (?) in midst of the drug raid
But niggaz gotta eat its like my stomach is touchin back
New York rider for u suckerz that fuckin asked

(Hell Rell)
Now can I kick it yes I can
They wanna know if Im G'd up, Yes i am
Look Ive overpaid my dues
I almost made the news
Block kind of hot but the cocaine gon move
If I was a brick u wouldnt know what to do wit me
You'd probably pick me up get a stem and start using me
Nobody built me, I made myself
And you dont know how to shoot guns you grazed yourself

(J.R. Writer)
I was a fiend
Before I became a teen
I was dreams tossed for the latest beams (urrh)
Made me cream cuz Aye
They kept the powder in the tray way before it was Maybelene
Im in to major stacks, Major stats, Hate on that
Cam holla'd cuz imma bring his label plaques
That aint made of plaque WHOA
Your jewlry aint gold, You copped your jewlry from Hov They all fade to black

(Un Kasa)
I keep a nine in my dresser
Lyrical proffessor
Keep u under pressure
Aint a nigga better
Mind like a computer Six rugers
Get your fam go to war with six shooters
I fuck bitches in coupes they straight Hooters
Get head and thank Buda
(?) and sip Lua
I go hard you runnin with State Troopers
My niggaz straight shotters, Cock back and straight shootCha

(Mr C.)
Not in my book never that nigga, I told yall niggas to go till the fuckin Beat stopped. When (?) I had Juelz Santana, Jim Jones, Hell Rell, J.R. Writer, Un Kasa,

Intro-Hell Rell]
You see man...
These coward ass niggas don't understand nothing
That's right...Hell Rell...Heatmakers

[Verse 1-Hell Rell]
Gangstas fuck with me, hustlas fuck with me
Cuz they grew up on the same blocks that corrupted me
And if you aint real right, don't throw it up to me
A bunch of cowards, cocksuckers
Ya'll growed up to be
You aint walking right, get ya diddybop together
Don't give a fuck, let ma sinny pop whenever
And, we could get to scrappin
I'ma fighter, not a lover man
Never be broke, stretch coke like it's rubberband
My dope from Africa, straight from the motherland
Ya girl can't suck a good dick, but ya mother can
You had to get a deal to ice your wrist, ya hands, neck
I did that without show money, or advance check
Niggas I used to smack up, sent to the store
Think they gangsta now, posted up in front of the store
Man ya'll still lil niggas to me
Ya'll just grew some side burns and a lil goatee
Remember me

[Chorus-Hell Rell]
I told you, this is what I do on Diplomatic Immunity
I was gone for a while, but now ya'll got to get used to me
Yes, Hell Rell's back in the building
I got everybody hostage, I took over the building
Plus, you always wanna talk about
What ya'll niggas gon' do to me
I'm standing right here, on my hip is where the rugers be
Yes, Hell Rell's back in the building
I got everybody hostage, I took over the building

[Verse 2-Hell Rell]
Yeah, fuck with me
Get in this dipset groove
I had a flow before Dub was screaming "get fresh crew"
I bust ma guns, get fresh too
Now I don't work out, but I'll
Pull up on the block and bench press you
And these bricks, they get moved like they in my way
And if I shoot down to M-I-A
Now I aint goin to see Trick Daddy
Or run up in Benzino's club
I came to cop a couple kilo's, this is bug buisness
Killa's the head honcho, Jim Jones the Cappo
I'm Hell Rell, chase cheese, middle name Nacho
And my nigga Santana, yeah he's human crack
And it's that fresh outta jail flow, can't lose with that
You wanna get a nigga shot, it gotta come from me
You wanna open up a spot, it gotta come from me
You wanna take over a block, it gotta come from me
But when them boys start asking questions
It aint come from me

[Chorus-Hell Rell]

I told you, this is what I do on Diplomatic Immunity
I was gone for a while, but now ya'll got to get used to me
Yes, Hell Rell's back in the building
I got everybody hostage, I took over the building
Plus, you always wanna talk about
What ya'll niggas gon' do to me
I'm standing right here, on my hip is where the rugers be
Yes, Hell Rell's back in the building
I got everybody hostage, I took over the building

[Verse 3-Hell Rell]
Yo, I got a good relationship when it come to them feins
Fair exchange, no robbery when it come to them things
They money, go in my pocket
Ma crack, go in they stem
Stem go in they mouth
They light, they love, they like it
Runnin' from jail, dodging bullets
Ducking indicments
I don't do it for the money, I just love the excitement
And ya'll niggas wanna go and buy costom made kicks
Me, I went and brought
Bigger guns, costom made clips
Niggas can't skeem on em (not at all)
Cuz Hell Rell got that thing on 'em
Trucked parked up, V-S's blinged on 'em
Confusing when dudes think, it's just music
I lean on 'em, get da reaching
Pull out guns with beams on 'em
These niggas got me in the mix
We organize crime (Dipset Mafia)
They only knocked Gotti, cuz a snitch
You gon' hear the shotty when it spit
These bullets and these pellets
Seperate ya upper body from ya hip nigga

[Chorus-Hell Rell]

I told you, this is what I do on Diplomatic Immunity
I was gone for a while, but now ya'll got to get used to me
Yes, Hell Rell's back in the building
I got everybody hostage, I took over the building
Plus, you always wanna talk about
What ya'll niggas gon' do to me
I'm standing right here, on my hip is where the rugers be
Yes, Hell Rell's back in the building
I got everybody hostage, I took over the building