Hell Rell - Wouldn't You Like To Be Gansta Too? lyrics

"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 n***a let's do it Talk to me I talk back Yea Yea Now I'm a hustla he's a hustla we some motherf**in hustlaz wouldn't you love you be a hustla too? Talk to me I'm a gangsta he's a gangsta we some motherf**in 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 motherf**er 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 f** em you wanna k** me come and do it I don't give a f** The Diplomats live it up Clack Clack give it up Hard dick have money what I give a s*ut 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 sh** ain't for G's I'm bout to take my a** to hell for all the triggers I squeeze (Let's go) [Chorus] Now I'm a hustla he's a hustla we some motherf**in hustlaz wouldn't you love you be a hustla too? Now talk to me I'm a gangsta he's a gangsta we some motherf**in gangstaz wouldn't you love to be a gansgsta too? Holla at me I'm a ridah he's a rider we some motherf**in 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 n***az run around saying what they gonna do to Rell (Nothin) Two P-89's on me call me Ruger Rell Y'all n***az 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 s*ut you love her and miss her hug her and kiss her I f** her and diss her probably was your cousin or sister I got mami s**ing dick, put product on the strip Spray a n***a pay a n***a just to bottle up a brick But I'm trying to make sure that my dust move A young n***a 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 k**a 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 f** a b**h 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 n***az 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 n***a just for stepping on my white on whites I'm in the hood like peeling cheese and Mike and Ikes [Chorus]