The Diplomats, Hell Rell - Hell Rell Freestyle lyrics
[The Diplomats, Hell Rell - Hell Rell Freestyle lyrics]
Nigga what cha money like I keep dough
E-Hole
Spice the track up like like adobo, sason
Sofrito my hitman Janito
He don't speak no English lingo
And he fresh off the plane from Puerto Rico
Find a nigga and kill em's the
Only thing that he know
He'll ring ya doorbell and pop
You right through the peephole
Far as this ki go?
It's gone get stepped on, cooked up
Broke down
Probably get distributed in yo' town
Block got me grinding
Watch keeping me bright
Nigga why I'm a knock ya hustle
If mine treating me right
And a nigga too busy to get
In some beef with a loser
Keep my bitch up out the bed
Just to sleep with my Ruger
Cause if I finger fuck my gun
And play with her trigger
She ain't gone scream I don't feel
Like it today on a nigga i'm sayin my nigga
This is real facts, real truth
I will shoot you then go rap
About it in a real booth
Spit Hip-Hop heroin, liquid crack
Park the six next to ya five
And tell deal with that
380's ain't gone do it fam switch to MACs
Before you talk shit or even
Think starting up a war
Plush condo in my bedroom
Mink carpet on the floor
Two Spanish bitches running round
Reckless and butt naked
If you a ladies man I'll
Bury you with ya chick
If you a true hustler I'll
Bury you with a brick
See the streets is watching, more money
More haters
Fuck 'em all keep flossing, more linen
More gators
I rap now, still hit the block for a buck
A thousand channels satellite on
Top of the truck what's really good, nigga?!
E-Hole
Spice the track up like like adobo, sason
Sofrito my hitman Janito
He don't speak no English lingo
And he fresh off the plane from Puerto Rico
Find a nigga and kill em's the
Only thing that he know
He'll ring ya doorbell and pop
You right through the peephole
Far as this ki go?
It's gone get stepped on, cooked up
Broke down
Probably get distributed in yo' town
Block got me grinding
Watch keeping me bright
Nigga why I'm a knock ya hustle
If mine treating me right
And a nigga too busy to get
In some beef with a loser
Keep my bitch up out the bed
Just to sleep with my Ruger
Cause if I finger fuck my gun
And play with her trigger
She ain't gone scream I don't feel
Like it today on a nigga i'm sayin my nigga
This is real facts, real truth
I will shoot you then go rap
About it in a real booth
Spit Hip-Hop heroin, liquid crack
Park the six next to ya five
And tell deal with that
380's ain't gone do it fam switch to MACs
Before you talk shit or even
Think starting up a war
Plush condo in my bedroom
Mink carpet on the floor
Two Spanish bitches running round
Reckless and butt naked
If you a ladies man I'll
Bury you with ya chick
If you a true hustler I'll
Bury you with a brick
See the streets is watching, more money
More haters
Fuck 'em all keep flossing, more linen
More gators
I rap now, still hit the block for a buck
A thousand channels satellite on
Top of the truck what's really good, nigga?!