Hell Rell "New Blood" |
Ruger, Rell, yeah Time for some new blood man These olf niggaz ain't doin' it, they're nuthin' Let's do it, Dipset Respect my G pass as class Greek pass I'm doing real good but still got my ski mask And them black gloves is right in the back pocket So that means no prints on the Ruger when I pop it Being gangsta, I made it cool, watch how I spray the tool I beat your girl in March, made you the April's Fool Whole month of May, extortion fed my goons I had some beef in May, but they was dead by June Old rappers ain't nuthin' but old rappers They be like "Waddup Ruger, I don't even know these rappers" And they still stuck in the '80s Wearing rope chains, they lame, the game need some new blood baby I'm too gun crazy, jeans cost about a thousand Dutch, juice by the gallons, i'm heavy on the island I can send 50 scalpels up in C-73 If you come my home locked up niggaz because of me And everyone of y'all that said some'n about the Set How they shot, cuz I ain't finished loading up yet And that Tru dude, he ain't really true dude Give him half of the clip cuz I'm in a good mood I do this by myself, I don't need no books This rap game is gettin' too loose I'm only making moves with Papoose So everybody next up, put your neck in a nooce and jump off a roof And Styles P., naw I ain't coming for your spot I'm feeling the Hardest Out whether you like it or not And I bust the brick open, sit it right in the pot I get to cookin' then get right to the block Okay, the clips is bananas, when it come to the hammers I'm probably the reason your projects puttin' up cameras I'm runnin' through there squeezin', I know you can't stand this But now y'all understand us, our cars got cameras And I'm talkin' to you and your man is my other son Rock two chains, one jealous of the other one And I fly Lears, whoever said life's fair Fuck Iraq, I'm goin' to war right here Bulletproof caddy, I turn down limos I watch DukeDaGod play frisbee wit' your demos We ain't signing nobody, the books is closed But we'll sell you some blow, you can play wit' your nose Yeah, yeah, yeah Ruger Rell, we need some new blood out here man This old rappers need to go play bingo somewhere man Word, Dipset all day You got what Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Get 'em, get 'em, get 'em, get 'em Ruger Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |