Gladiators Lyrics - 40 Cal

Hell Rell: 

Oh we told y'all niggaz last time it was More Than Music 

Y'all ain't wanna listen huh, okay 

Ruger (Rell) Ruger (Rell) 

Check it man, okay 

Hell Rell: 

I heard this nigga was lookin' for a body bag 

100 bricks, that's a come-up, rob papi's stash 

I'm Jason Vorheas without the hockey mask 

Rap game is Crystal Lake, what you need, I'll get you weight 

How you want it, cooked or uncooked 

Bagged or unbagged 

Quick jackin' my swag, fag 

You know Rell, I show you how to mack a diva 

I'm tired of niggaz callin' me, I'm goin' back to beepers 

Valore match my sneakers, Porsche, fantastic features 

I feel god, but I'm crooked like all the pastor preachers 

Ya wife middle name is Train nigga, choo-choo 

Ya know what I claim, Dipset, Soo-Woo 

Yeah, Weeks is the Ave 

Plus Ruger's the name 

Familiar with Ferraris 

I ain't new to the Range 

I know y'all niggaz was waitin' for it, the waitin's over 

Here it come y'all, Diplomat takeover 

40. Cal: 

These rappers better keep my name out they mouth 

For they really end up with my name in they mouth 

What they complaining about, there's no paper to count? 

The type to re-up with papi, and pay for a ounce 

You niggaz flippin' basuda, y'all gettin' no mula 

Ya copped a lil' whip now, dippity-doo-dow 

Sick when I cruise by, 6 when the goons by 

Diplomat plates when they ship me a new ride 

Your worst nightmare 

Think the Birds fight fair 

My niggaz really would like termite stairs 

Turnpike yeah, with that work right here 

Make everybody want it like its pearl white Airs 

What you know about bud with furry white hairs 

Only bud you know is when you hurl light beer 

I still Dip with the Set that make ya set dip 

Set-trip, get hit with the Tec, I don't stretch shit 

I'm 40. 

J.R. Writer: 

I'm from the bottom of the bottom queer 

Get your riot gear, Writer's here 

I'll knock you out the night you wear 

Yeah, I'm everywhere with that white to spare 

Got the corner store lookin' like a white affair 

Quite aware, the D's on alert 

Creppin' for perps, but my V, it gon' surf 

Screech and reverse, Spree's' will disperse 

Ya easy to murk, you'll need you a nurse 

Why beef with these jerks 

When I can put a seed in the dirt 

And try to grow a tree out the earth 

Indeed I'm the worst, sleeve fulla Smurfs 

Other than that, it look like you can ski down my shirt 

They mad the monster made it 

But I'm beyond the greatest 

You're never honored, favored, nor nominated 

This is easy, but to them it's complicated 

You ain't dropping shit, your career is constipated 

Juelz Santana: 

What you know 'bout it, I'm a rich pimp 

I get dough then have your bitch go count it 

I'll hit you with the quarter pound, not 4 ounces 

The .4 pound'll pound ya 

Leave ya shiverin' like he just took a ice-cold shower 

Bezel: 

Bloaw ya, leave ya there for a nice cold hour 

The bitch real thick, then I might go holla 

I'm getting big chips, you got micro dollars 

Small, see I ball like a new draft 

Your crew mad ock 

Cuz I chopped the top off of that new Jag 

"Who that" is what the bitches yell when I cruise past 

Two Mags, I wave it and pave it through his durag 

Two K's of blue haze I stuff up in that blue bag 

Blue 5th, two clips I got up in that Lou bag 

You mad cuz nigga's money coming in too fast 

Too bad there ain't a better crew fag 

Dipset 

DukeDaGod: 

Yeah 

I told y'all niggaz man 

Y'all niggaz can't fuck wit' us 

We the muthafuckin' Gladiators, Dipset 

We a true force to be reckon with 

Shotu-out to all my hustlers 

All my bitches all about a dollar 

All my niggaz in the pen 

Hold ya head 

I'll see y'all niggaz real soon 

Y'all niggaz know what it is 

Take a stand, for the most powerfulest movement moving 

It's Dipset all muthafuckin' day 

Yeah