Back in the Building The Diplomats (Ft. Hell Rell)
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You see man?
These coward-ass niggas don't understand nothin' 'til you apply pressure to 'em
Hell Rell, Heatmakerz, DipSet all day
[Verse 1]
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 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 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?
[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 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
These coward-ass niggas don't understand nothin' 'til you apply pressure to 'em
Hell Rell, Heatmakerz, DipSet all day
[Verse 1]
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 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 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?
[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 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
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