Wouldn't You Like To Be A Gangsta Too Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity Ii - Diplomats

Okay 

I'm sure you heard 

He's back in the building 

It's official ticial 

Hell Rell DipSet all day nigga let's do it 

Talk to me I talk back 

Yea 

Yea 

Now I'm a hustla he's a hustla we some motherfuckin 

hustlaz wouldn't you love you be a hustla too? Talk to me 

I'm a gangsta he's a gangsta we some motherfuckin 

gangstaz wouldn't you love to be a gansgsta too? 

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[Hell Rell] 

Yo, from a lonely jail cell back to the bricks 

Its Hell Rell motherfucker from the the the Dips! 

See I got to put work back on the street again 

Bounce back on my feet again 

Gators back on my feet again 

Bought some guns these haters back with the beef again 

Red-dot them infared lasers back on the heat again 

And they wanna lock me up throw away the key 

'cause I'm sitting on enough coke to throw away a key 

Fuck em you wanna kill me come and do it I don't give a fuck 

Diplomats live it up 

Clack Clack give it up 

Hard dick have money what I give a slut 

Chocolate Escalade call that this nigga truck 

My gun bust need I say more 

Now I've got my moms telling me I should pray more 

Mami please I don't get on my knees that shit ain't for geez 

I'm bout to take my ass to hell for all the triggers I squeeze (Let's go) 

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Now I'm a hustla he's a hustla we some motherfuckin 

hustlaz wouldn't you love you be a hustla too? Now talk to me 

I'm a gangsta he's a gangsta we some motherfuckin 

gangstaz wouldn't you love to be a gansgsta too? Holla at me 

I'm a ridah he's a rider we some motherfuckin ridaz 

wouldn't you love to be a rider too? Holla at me 

Hell Rell, Dipset, Bird gang, what's good 

Wouldn't you like to be a gangsta too? Talk to me! 

[Hell Rell] 

Yea I'm still gettin out 

So what the judge boost the bail 

Niggaz run around saying what they gonna do to Rell(Nothin) 

Two P-89's on me call me Ruger Rell 

Y'all niggaz talk about your bodies I don't shoot and tell 

And you still playing you ain't even close to culture 

First you up then you down what you rollercoaster? 

Tre pound rubber grip what my holster holding 

And there's a baby being born a fiend overdoser 

Must have been my dope that did em man 

I party on the yacht with some hoes or her pigeon friends 

You tell a slut you love her and miss her hug her and kiss her 

I fuck her and diss her probably was your cousin or sister 

I got mami sucking dick, put product on the strip 

Spray a nigga pay a nigga just to bottle up a brick 

But I'm trying to make sure that my dust move 

A young nigga what I was laid I hamma dosage 

[Chorus] 

[Hell Rell] 

For that paper snatch you daughter up 

Cruise pulling Porches up 

Cam I'm hungry now go head and kick your Air Jordans up 

Put your hand on me your moms'll get it in the mail 

I was buzzing more than you when I was sitting in a cell 

All the streets wanted to know was where's Hell Rell 

There go Jim there go Killa but where's Hell Rell 

There go Freaky Santana but where's Hell Rell 

I'm here now everybody thanks for all the fan mail 

But fuck a bitch I don't love them either (Naw) 

The powder black the coke is white so when I cook it's like jungle fever 

A couple niggaz going to be shot in their face 

Robbed for every dollar that they got in their safe 

See I'm something like a phe-no-me-non (Yea) 

I kidnap your kids with their pajamas on (Yea) 

And I still slap a nigga just for stepping on my white on whites 

I'm in the hood like peeling cheese and Mike and Ikes 

[Chorus]