Okay okay okay

Yes sir

Hell Rell

J. R. Writer forty

This is how we do it

I am one of a kind yeah

Its now or never n

Times up muthaf**ka

Lets do this

Hell Rell

A pore I stop paying for coke get bricks on the muscle

Gorillas on they b******t welcome to the jungle

Fiends get served in the hallway welcome to the hustle

Where b**ches do anything for a hit of that glass dick

When am outta town nothing less than a half brick

One sixty on the dash nothing less than a fast whip

I floss when its sunny got money for a rainy day

In the d**e spot a few blocks from where the yank play

Man am heavy in that BX borough we air gotta front for nobody

We just thorough and am sitting on an arsenal rockets and the missiles

Took my advance and got my strip popping with them nickels

And when am in ya neighborhood you gotta go hide

Deliver bullets to ya door like them domino pies nigh

Say Hello to my little friend like Scar face

I pull that f** king rifle right out the guitar case

Di pest the best out Hell Relll he fresh out

Jones the kickoff smacker he bringing them techs out

Sporty style forty cal he bringing Corvettes out

Bezel the beast but I still show you what fresh bout

You know who shaving the grams k on the hand

Killa ni**a what more can I say about Cam

J. R. the writer of writers and Santana

Back like cooked crack

He even supplying suppliers

The type that am tighter tight cause am writer

Write cause am nicer site for the lifers

Knifes in the cipher writers a viper

Listen this is butter

Even ring ling brothers see I got the eye of the tiger

Before I met kill Cam I was dealing kill grams

I mean killer grams throws a tan fill a pan

Recorded in the hole where you couldn't chill or stand

No booth microphone hanging off the ceiling fan

Mass million fan sitting in the Belly Hilton

Watch how I heavy kills him Bessey Chevy Desi fill em

But I still ant break a sweat yes am chilling

Sweet wrong seat wrong Tito gonna bet the building

I been grind to lean sniff lines for fiends

Grams chopped tan rock I pitch lime beans

Pi fer grind was mean had em dumb stuck

So when I say uncut I don't mean behind the scenes

Di pest the best out Hell Rell he fresh out

Jones the kickoff smacker he bringing them techs out

Sporty style forty cal he bringing Corvettes out

Bezel the beast but I still show you what fresh bout

You know who shaving the grams 40 k on the hand

Kill niggard what more can I say about Cam

J r the writer of writers and sanitary

Back like cooked crack

He even supplying suppliers

Yo am a my g like jar my shocking

Come through drop my coupe like I meant to be sloppy

I got d kicking karate

Cause they throw my wax on and take your wax off like my aging

Pin ping am cocky I slap your broad on the cheek

And send her home barefooted you massaging her feet

You probably go down on a freak you're hardly a meat

But we aint mad cause your proving you are what you eat

Your squadron is weak speak and get a broken something

Need a plate in ya grill like a toaster oven

F** k it they even got danger fronting

Shaking your cola only time your coke was bubbling cousin

Cal get weight wit no pro blou

Ride around ya block sell it out the car window

And ya moms been know that I chop rocks

That make your father cop like car wins

Chorus bezel

Di pest the best out Hell Rell he fresh out

Jones the kickoff smacker he bringing them techs out

Sporty style forty cal he bringing Corvettes out

Bezel the beast but I still show you what fresh bout

You know who shaving the grams 40 k on the hand

Kill niggard what more can I say about Cam

J r the writer of writers and sanitary

Back like cooked crack

He even supplying suppliers