"Wouldn't You Like To Be A Gangsta Too?"      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?      [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   The Diplomats live it up   Clack Clack give it up   Hard dick have money what I give a slut   Chocolate Escalade call that Snickers 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 G's   I'm bout to take my ass to hell for all the triggers I squeeze (Let's go)      [Chorus]   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 Jimmy 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 pot 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]