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 Yea Yea 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 gangsta 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 Cuz 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 Diplomats live it up Clack Clack give it up Hard dick have money what I give a slut Chocolate Escalade call that this 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 geez I'm bout to take my ass to hell for all the triggers I squeeze (Let's go) [Hook] 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 Niggas run around saying what they gonna do to Rell(Nothin) Two P-89's on me call me Ruger Rell Y'all niggas 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 models 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 , but I was lettin' that hammer go since Krush Groove [Hook] [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 Jim 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 powder black the coke is white so when I cook it's like jungle fever A couple niggas 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 peanut juice and Mike and Ikes [Hook]