The Heatmakerz - Back in the Building lyrics

You see man? These coward-a** n***as don't understand nothin' 'til you apply pressure to 'em Hell Rell, Heatmakerz, DipSet all day [Verse 1] Gangstas f** with me, hustlers f** with me Cause they grew up on the same blocks that corrupted me And if you ain't real right don't throw it up to me A bunch of coward co*ks**ers y'all growed up to be You ain't walking right, get your diddy-bop together Give a f** if its broad daylight let my city pop whenever and We can get it scrapping, I'm a fighter not a lover man I'll never be broke, stretch coke like its rubber-bands My dope from Africa, straight from the motherland Your girl can't s** a good dick but your mother can You had to get a deal to ice your wrist, your hands, neck I did that without show money or advanced check n***as I used to smack up, sent to the store Think they gangsta now, posted up in front of the store Man, y'all still lil n***as to me; Y'all just grew some sideburns and a long goatee Remember me? [Hook] I told you this is what I do on Diplomatic Immunity I was gone for a while but now y'all 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 y'all n***as 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] f** with me, get in this DipSet groove I had a flow before Doug was screaming "Get Fresh Crew" I bust my 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 MIA Naw I ain't gonna see Trick Daddy or run up in the Zino Club I came to cop a couple kilos thug This is big business k**a's the head honcho, Jim Jones the Capo I'm Hell Rell chase cheese middle name Nacho And my n***a Santana, yeah he's human crack And this that fresh-out-of-jail flow, can't lose with that You wanna get a n***a 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 When them boys start asking questions, it ain't come from me [Hook] [Verse 3] I got a good relationship when it come to them fiends Fair exchange, no robbery when it come to them things They money go in my pocket, my crack go in they stems Stem go in they mouth, they light it, they love it, they like it Runnin' from jail, dodging bullets, dunking indictments I don't do it for the money, I just love the excitement And y'all n***as wanna go and buy custom-made kicks Me, I went and bought bigger guns, custom-made clips n***as can't scheme on 'em (not at all) Cause Hell Rell got that thing on 'em Trucked up, VS's blinged on 'em Confusing when dudes think its just music I lean on 'em, get to reaching, pull out guns wit' beams on 'em These n***as got me in the mix We organized crime; we only not Gotti cause a snitch You gonna hear the shotti when it spit These bullets and these pellets separate your upper body from your hip [Hook]