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