Uhh Ahh ft. Hell Rell
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Ok, ok, ok, ok people (yes, yes, yes)
Furthermore, it's your boy Juelz Santana (yes, yes, yes)
Dipset bitch (yes, yes, yes)
My boy Hell Rell is officially home (yes, yes, yes)
You see Rell, the difference between us and them
We us, and they them
And that's that, pretty much
And we do it like this nigga, let's go
Yeah it's me nigga
I'm the man with the cake
You don't really want this hammer in your face
You don't want niggas up in your crib
Me and Santana the great like
Where the fuck is the grams of the weight, motherfucker?
Need more baking soda, gotta use bigger pots
Pay homage even though I never knew Big or Pac
And, when it come to hating yeah I do get a lot
Dope fiend done dropped dead off this new shit I got
And nah, it ain't business when we kill you niggas, that's for fun
I'm Freddy, Jason, Michael Myers all wrapped in one
The streets is mine nigga, you can get killed
We bout to take home a couple plaques, ship a few mill, nigga
I'm badder than half you, rappers who have to
Rap cause you broke man, I rap cause I'm that dude
Human crack, that's true
Definition of rap in a capsule, me, that's who
Labeled a class kidder, labeled a crack dealer
Now look I'm stable and label that nigga
I'm about my mail, you ain't got my mail?
Dead that, his head cracked like a lobster tail
Let go the chrome 'fore I XO your dome
You ain't gangsta you play Rambo like Sylvester Stallone
You guys I laugh at ya, the nine mac'll clap at ya
It'll feel like a linebacker tackled ya
You niggas ain't fucking with this set
You niggas ain't fucking with Dipset (uh-huh, uh-huh)
A bunch of bullets go up in his chest
For thinking he fucking with Dipset (uh-huh, uh-huh)
You niggas ain't fucking with this set
You niggas ain't fucking with Dipset (uh-huh, uh-huh)
You niggas get smoked in a ditch yes
For thinking y'all fucking with this set (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I'm still wonderful
I put a TV in the trunk
So when I throw you in it, you feel comfortable
Scared when my set come around, Tec got a hell of a sound
Nigga these AR-15's laying elephants down
This a movement you need to get in tune with
So sit down, pay attention, peep how I do shit
It's only right that these diamonds small on my wrist bitch
And I don't care if it's broke, we ain't come to fix shit
You gon' need some big guns you fucking with this clique
CL6 whip, same color as Bisquick
And yeah I'm after my math, but I ain't signed to Interscope
And I can see these niggas better when I'm looking in the scope
Spotted 'em, dotted 'em
Stay still, aim, kill, shot at 'em
The game back in circus mode
Bunch of clowns in love
Y'all might as well go work for Hov
It's Dipset you people, respect the eagle
Or your chest'll get wet and left see-through
Boy when they bust the thing, boy when they dump the thing
It'll sound like Dr. Dre on the drum machine
As for rap I stay with fire, no disrespect
But I been going for the throne before Jay retired
Shout the Game in L.A., shout to T.I. the A
Every G in the game doing his thing, ay
You niggas ain't fucking with this set
You niggas ain't fucking with Dipset (uh-huh, uh-huh)
A bunch of bullets go up in his chest
For thinking he fucking with Dipset (uh-huh, uh-huh)
You niggas ain't fucking with this set
You niggas ain't fucking with Dipset (uh-huh, uh-huh)
You niggas get smoked in a ditch yes
For thinking y'all fucking with this set (uh-huh, uh-huh)