Dukedagod - Gladiators feat Hell Rell, JR, Juelz, 40 Cal & Bez Lyrics lyrics

rate me

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