hell rell - ruger rell & writer lyrics
[intro: h-ll rell]
yea, yea, yea (uh huh)
yea, yea, yea
oh we done doubled the trouble this time n-gga (yes sir)
dipset fully loaded! (let’s blast off)
[chorus: h-ll rell]
ruger rell, writer of writers
will gun a n-gga down, plus the fighter of fighters
ya’ll just get weaker, we tighter and tighter
there’s work to be put in, you fired, we hired
[verse 1: h-ll rell]
now what it do, it’s h-ll rell, i’m the hustler’s champ
i got a semi automatic that’ll knock off your camp
so don’t push me, i’m a hotheaded son of a gun
this gangsta that i am, i did not wanna become
what these streets do, man they shaped me and mold me
to a cold blooded k!ller that’ll blaze at ya homies
this b-tch get cute, i smack the wh0r- and leave her there
i’m stuntastic, i crash the porsche and leave it there
and get another boxter, i just caught dread for 5 pounds of sh-t
bout to get another rasta
you hoppin in the honda, i’m getting on the chopper
talkin on my phone, conducting business like a mobster
you put your order in, your yay gon come soon
sorry -ss n-ggas, they day gon come soon
(and what day is that)
oh that’s the day that your momma cry
these two rugers pop and sing you a lullaby
leave you laid out, get ghost in them vans
and on the real, me and writer just want your advance
and your budget got spent in the club last week
and you probly didn’t know who i was the last week
but this track you gon remember me, avoid the penitentiary
yea this h-ll rell, i’m the gangsta of the century n-gga!
[chorus: h-ll rell]
ruger rell, writer of writers
will gun a n-gga down, plus the fighter of fighters (uh huh, yea)
ya’ll just get weaker, we tighter and tighter (j.r. writer in the building, let’s do it)
there’s work to be put in, you fired, we hired
[verse 2: j.r. writer:]
i’m out to solve it with sk!lls, i give the slaughters the chills
i make ’em nauseous or i’ll, skip from a porsche deville
before i caught me a deal, i was caught up in krills
like f-ck the billboards, i’m a hit the border for bills
so i’m layin in the shade, playin with them k’s
cat front, i’ll lay some paper on his waves
keep playin like you brave, and nah, i don’t know you
but i’ll have some dirt on you, when i lay you in the grave
i’m past hot, ask not, i’ll leave your cat popped
runnin sh-t, a hundred clips go up in your black socks
let a cat plot, hat pop, blast it
put money in the casket, call that the stash box
gotta laugh ock, you could never f-ck with me
one eighty even though the dash say a buck sixty
pardon me i’m grown, arah on some chrome
flyin past, sittin in the charger like a phone, holmes
i’m just a supplier, whippin that fire
black body, black rims, chrome lip on the tire
you’re not as sick as this flow, you guys are sick of this pro
j.r. writer, a.k.a. the flyest n-gga you know, ho
[chorus: h-ll rell]
ruger rell, writer of writers
will gun a n-gga down, plus the fighter of fighters
ya’ll just get weaker, we tighter and tighter
there’s work to be put in, you fired, we hired
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