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Hell Rell (Interlude)
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Hell Rell (Interlude) was released on March 25, 2003 by Roc-A-Fella as a part of the album Diplomatic Immunity
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Release DateMarch 25, 2003
LabelRoc-A-Fella
LanguageEnglish
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Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hell Rell
Hell Rell
Vocals

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, this for them **** that's locked down, goddamn it
Razor buck 50, cafeteria slamming shit in ****' face
Going crazy, slicing C-O's, decking ****
Lights out ****, killing **** that's ratting
And all that crazy shit, ****
Holla at them ****, Rell, spit for these **** out there locked up
Let these **** out here hear what the fuck you talking 'bout
[Verse 2]
I said yo
From around the time when B.I.G. first got on his Coogi and Versace shit
I was Uptown buying coke on my mira papi shit
Like listen, Pedro, this ain't good yayo, give me my moola back
Or you'll be the first German I point my Luger at
Y'all better take it easy
Yeah, you hot but, that's because it burn every time you take a pee-pee
Stare at the chain too long, bet he be blind
When it come to that dope, I tap dance on it like Gregory Hines
And fuck what you heard, this the real Rell
They could give me time for throwing a whole clip at you
I'll be back down on a appeal bail
The flow, airtight
If Jesus turned water to wine
You can turn that ho to a housewife, yeah right
And everything in check like a pair of Air Nike's
We like to jump ****, never had a fear of fights
You take bitches shopping, and take them out to eat
If they ain't go a place to stay, then you take them out the street
All I do is be dressing them hookers
Before you know it, got them bitches on the strip with the rest of the hookers
And ****, I did the crime, I ain't gonna cry about this time
Or hold no grudge with the judge
Just shackle me down, put me up north
Send me to me cell, long as y'all don't fuck with my food or my mail
I'm good, ****
Before you know it, I'll be back in the hood
****, with my hair wavy, leaning back in a Mercedes
Screamin', "Look what the fucking penitentiary made me"
Thugged-out heartless and crazy, shit
I ain't shoot **** for nothing, they was begging for that
And I didn't make the fiends buy it, they was begging for crack
Dipset, bitch
[Verse 3]
Yeah, ****, you know I load, that was crack right there, Rell
I love you, ****, it's nothing
[Verse 4]
Ight, be cool, my ****
[Verse 5]
Everybody here love you, ****
When you come home we got you, iight, my ****
Written by: Durrell Mohammad, Nemo Mitchell
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