Hell Rell (Interlude)

Lyrics
[Freekey Zekey - prison sounds in background] Yeah, this for them niggas thats locked, D-AHHHOOOOOOOWN!! God damn it! Razor buck 50, cafeteria slammin' shit in niggas face Goin' crazy, slicin' C-O's, deckin' niggas Lights out niggas, killin' niggas that's rattin' And ALL that crazy shit nigga! Holla at them nigga Rell, spit for these niggas out there locked up Let these niggas out here hear, what the fuck you talkin' 'bout Ummmmmmmmmmmmm hmmmmmmmmm..... [Hell Rell - freestyling over phone] I said yo From around the time when B.I.G. first got on his Coogi and Versace shit I was uptown buyin' coke on my mira papi shit Like, "Listen Pedro, this ain't good yayo Give me my moula back Or you'll be the first +German+ I point my +Luger+ at Y'all better take it easy Yeah you hot but, that's because it burn everytime you take a pee-pee Stare at the chain too long bet he be blind When it come to that dope, I tap dance on it like Gregory Hines And fuck what you heard this the real Rell They could give me time for throwin the whole clip at you I'll be back down on a appeal bail The flow, airtight If Jesus turned water to wine You can turn that ho to a housewife, yeah right! And everything in check like a pair of Air Nikes We like to jump niggas, never had a fear of fights You take bitches shoppin', and take 'em out to eat If they ain't got a place to stay, then you take 'em out the street All I do is be dressin them hookers Before you know it Got them bitches on the strip, with the rest of the hookers And nigga I did the crime, I ain't gonna cry about this time Or hold no grudge with the judge Just shackle me down, put me up North Send me to my cell, long as y'all don't fuck with my food or my mail, I'm good, nigga Before you know it, I'll be back in the hood nigga With my hair wavy leanin' back in the Mercedes Screamin', "Look what the FUCKIN' penitentiary made me!" Thugged-out heartless and crazy, shit! I didn't shoot niggas for nothin', they was beggin' for that And I didn't make the fiends buy it, they was beggin' for crack Dip-set, bitch! [Cam'ron] Yeah nigga, you'naw I love you That was crack right there, Rell! I love you, nigga it's nothin' [Hell Rell] I love you too my nigga [Cam'ron] Everybody love you, nigga When you come home we got you, aight my nigga? [Hell Rell] No question homie
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Credits
- Writers
- The Diplomats
- Hell Rell