Back in the Building

You see man?

These coward-ass niggas don't understand nothin' 'til you apply pressure to 'em

Hell Rell, Heatmakerz, DipSet all day

[Verse 1]

Gangstas fuck with me, hustlers fuck with me

'Cause they grew up on the same blocks that corrupted me

And if you ain't real right don't throw it up to me

A bunch of coward cocksuckers y'all growed up to be

You ain't walking right, get your diddy-bop together

Give a fuck if its broad daylight let my city pop whenever and

We can get it scrapping, I'm a fighter not a lover man

I'll never be broke, stretch coke like its rubber-bands

My dope from Africa, straight from the motherland

Your girl can't suck a good dick but your mother can

You had to get a deal to ice your wrist, your hands, neck

I did that without show money or advanced check

Niggas I used to smack up, sent to the store

Think they gangsta now, posted up in front of the store

Man, y'all still lil niggas to me;

Y'all just grew some sideburns and a long goatee

Remember me?

[Chorus]

I told you this is what I do on Diplomatic Immunity

I was gone for a while but now y'all got to get used to me

Yes, Hell Rell's back in the building

I got everybody hostage I took over the building

Plus you always wanna talk about what y'all niggas gon' do to me

I'm standing right here on my hip is where the Rugers be

Yes, Hell Rell's back in the building,

I got everybody hostage I took over the building

[Verse 2]

Fuck with me, get in this DipSet groove

I had a flow before Doug was screaming "Get Fresh Crew"

I bust my guns, get fresh too

Now I don't work out but I'll pull up on the block and bench-press you

And these bricks they get moved like they in my way

And if I shoot down to MIA

Naw I ain't gonna see Trick Daddy or run up in the Zino Club

I came to cop a couple kilos thug

This is big business

Killa's the head honcho, Jim Jones the Capo

I'm Hell Rell chase cheese middle name Nacho

And my nigga Santana, yeah he's human crack

And this that fresh-out-of-jail flow, can't lose with that

You wanna get a nigga shot, it gotta come from me

You wanna open up a spot, it gotta come from me

You wanna take over a block, it gotta come from me

When them boys start asking questions, it ain't come from me

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I got a good relationship when it come to them fiends

Fair exchange, no robbery when it come to them things

They money go in my pocket, my crack go in they stems

Stem go in they mouth, they light it, they love it, they like it

Runnin' from jail, dodging bullets, dunking indictments

I don't do it for the money, I just love the excitement

And y'all niggas wanna go and buy custom-made kicks

Me, I went and bought bigger guns, custom-made clips

Niggas can't scheme on 'em (not at all)

'Cause Hell Rell got that thing on 'em

Trucked up, VS's blinged on 'em

Confusing when dudes think its just music

I lean on 'em, get to reaching, pull out guns wit' beams on 'em

These niggas got me in the mix

We organized crime; we only not Gotti cause a snitch

You gonna hear the shotti when it spit

These bullets and these pellets separate your upper body from your hip

[Chorus]