Lyrics Hell Rell Freestyle - The Diplomats
(Hell
Rell)
Nigga
what
cha
money
like
I
keep
dough,
E-Hole
Spice
the
track
up
like
a
doe
bow
Sasone's
a
free
throw
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
his
key
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
wit
my
ruger
Cuz
if
I
finger
fuck
my
gun
and
play
wit
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
macks
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
wit
cha
chick
If
you
a
true
hustler
I'll
bury
you
wit
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
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