The Diplomats, Hell Rell, 40 Cal, J.R. Writer - The Pit lyrics

Holla no sorrow haters wrapped in a Tahoe
For all those who saw J
Smash the Apollo yikes
All covered in ice like I
Was standing in Times Square
On "The Day After Tomorrow" holla
I'm in to bigger dough, sicker flow
Rocky dial what make it possible
To Rocky-bow hit your ho
I feel like Bigelow cause ever since
I got the chirp number
All I been hearing was bleep
Like the Springer show i got Poppa Al money
You got pocket-style money
Doggie, these maurie's try a thou' dunny
Girl's dropping wild funny
Soon as I step in and want to
Grab on the gator like Crocodile Dundy
See I'm the worst round
You'll hit the dirt ground
I surf towns in Jaguars that's dirt brown
I know it hurt clown
To see me laid in a suite under sheets
Stuffed with more feathers than a First Down
Comfortable

Yo i copped a couple K's for the
Beef when it goes down
I told niggas that they couldn't
Eat in they own town
Fuck off the strip, for I bust off a clip
My time is money I got to
Get the fuck off this brick
Follow me around and we'll see
The life of a hustler
Follow you around and we'll see
The life of a buster
Beat down, smacked up, robbed every minute
And my soldiers
They treat me like I'm God every minute
Hot as a fuck
But don't get acknowledged enough
This is grade-A piff you got garbage to puff
And when it come to my rocks
Get it polished and buffed
Same thing with your girl I
Get polished and buffed
A few bricks on the table
I'm smoking by the pound
If I don't blow I'm on the
Next thing smoking out of town
I'm sitting on grenades
I'm sitting on some blades yay, flip it
Suede fitted sitting on my braids
Nigga I got gats to tuck
And Cadillac the truck
I deal with mathematics homeboy and
You ain't adding up
Two plus two don't equal five
I eat the truth but feed
You lies you bitch nigga
And I ain't ask to come through
Man I'm barging out
From now on you address me as hardest out

I'm the kid from 140 baby
40 making all the cake my dope like tsunami
I kill 'em off a water weight
You play 50 get your story straight
Niggas up in 50 minus 2
That's ya number due, the 48
Well do the math, the nigga's a problem
You broke
Ya dead broke when I kill 'em and rob 'em
40, niggas think they can call shots
Y'all ain't got no winds you lost
Hair like a bald spot
You want the 2Pac Shakur props?
But, it's like a disease now cause
All y'all got is smallpox
And that's off top at ya door with 4 knocks
40 catch vicks in they halls like coughdrops
Porsche box
School you how to sell the coke-a
Cause "Diplomat" without the
"t" spells diploma
Tryna, tell you dolja, the flame in ya ass
The game in a smash
40 keep his name in a stash
You the type to go to jail
Turn ya name to Shabazz i'm a menace
The O-Dog with the 'caine on the ave 40