The Diplomats, Hell Rell - Back in the Building lyrics

You see man? These coward-ass niggas don't
Understand nothin' 'til
You apply pressure to 'em
Hell Rell, Heatmakerz, DipSet all day

Gangstas fuck with me, hustlers fuck 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 cocksuckers y'all
Growed up to be you ain't walking right
Get your diddy-bop together
Give a fuck if it's 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 it's rubber bands
My dope from Africa
Straight from the motherland
Your girl can't suck 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
Niggas 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 niggas to me
Y'all just grew some sideburns
And a long goatee remember me?

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 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

Fuck 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
Killa's the head honcho, Jim Jones the Capo
I'm Hell Rell chase cheese middle name Nacho
And my nigga Santana, yeah he's human crack
And this that fresh-out-of-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
When them boys start asking questions
It ain't come from me

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 niggas wanna go and
Buy custom made kicks
Me, I went and bought bigger guns
Custom made clips
Niggas 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 it's just music
I lean on 'em, get to reaching
Pull out guns wit' beams on 'em
These niggas 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