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War feat. Cam'ron & Hell Rell Music Lyrics

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Hell Rell
Yeah this sound like a movie right here
Well fuck it, here go the soundtrack
Bullets & Gunsmoke, Dipset

Verse 1
Hell Rell:
Now if we was playing pro ball, every game I'd be slamming on 'em
Step on my competition, yeah Duke I'm standing on them
I ran up on 'em, pussy ain't have his hammer on him
Pulled the cannon on him, blammed it on him, 'til I jammed it on him
I got some Arabs hittin' me with coke
And when we on the phone we be speakin' in some codes
A camel is a ounce, a kufi is a brick
Tell him I need 5 kufis, and meet me on the strip
Yeah I know "Stafalla", but I'm tryna cop some cars
Run up in the club, that's poppin' and cop the bar
And everything I hear is garbage to me
You know where I be faggot, bring the drama to me
I'm presidential nigga, Bush shouldl pay homage to me
I'm puttin' in a lotta work man, acknowledge a G
Yes, yes, a G I am, holla if you need some grams
I'm poppin' off by myself, I don't need no Cam
I don't need you Jim, Juelz I got these niggaz
I don't care if they small or some stocky niggaz
I just grace 'em then erase 'em, I forgot these niggaz
What they name again
What they claim again
Yeah these faggots hate it, cuz I'm they rapper's favorite
You procrastinated so I got you assasinated
Shoot 'em up, bang bang, bullets in his Red Monkeys
Thought he was a gorilla, naw he a dead monkey

Hook
Cam'ron:
We blastin' big Tecs (Tecs)
Cashin' big checks (ch-ching)
Niggaz talkin' right, I ain't heard shit yet (Nope)
We'll leave the dude flooded, and his bitch wet (wet)
And the kids go "Look dad, Dipset"

Verse 2
Cam'Ron:
If this was football, I'd be scoring touchdowns
It's the circus though, I see some tough clowns (clowns)
I don't need you Rell, nor DukeDaGod
No 40. or J.R., I go stupid hard (stupid hard)
What you dealing pops
How you feeling 'ock
My floors come up, walls spin, ceiling drop
Not the crib, that's the car when I wheel or not
Plus a partition, bath, bar, kitchen
Yeah pa shittin' (shittin')
They say y'all didn't
Every car I driven, yeah from hard living
Hang with Mariah, spent the night with Vivica
Every tabloid asking Cam "What you did with her"
Just friends dog, "Word to everything"
Yes, word to everything, now focus on this heavy bling
Eat at Reyo's, fettucini, spaghetti things
Cheddy heavy so fuck being some petty king
Can't be nice right, can't be arrogant
I stab a bitch over ice, Nancy Kerrigan
Slash Tonya Harding, see the mobster's mobbin'
You don't like us right, we got your momma boppin'
She look like Amy Fisher, "Don't the Range be bigger" (Usually)
That's a baby-momma car, you can't game me nigga
My Royce a quarter mill, chain a half a mill
Earrings another 3 quarter mill, you oughta chill

Hook

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