Hell Songtext
von FattMack

(AP)
(CashMoneyAP)
(Yur, was goin′ on with ya brother?)
Twin
(I'm just callin′ you, to let you know I'm proud of ya, you already thought that)
(Time to make your name in the industry)
Appreciate that, my nigga, I love you
I ain't did shit yet, I′m ′Here to Stay'
(Before these niggas was opps, they was fans)
(Love you too, brother)
(On my mama, don′t forget that)
(Fatt)


Nigga, I'm geeked off this Molly
Clutchin′ FN, I'll leave you dead in the party
When a nigga get out his body, hit ′em with gen, I'll leave you dead in the alley
Nigga, I ain't never needed nobody, neither myself, I ain′t never ask for no help
I won′t tongue wrestle on no 'net, you a lil′ boy, pull up a TEC up
Yeah, ride 'round with fully sticks, ′cause we know nothin' else
Yeah, I gave you everythin′, now I got nothin' left
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (yeah, yeah)
I asked my pastor, "If I OD, am I gon' go to Hell?"

These niggas hos, they copin′ pleas soon as they go to jail
How the fuck you get back on the streets so fast? I know you tellin′
Yeah, yeah, I'll put down the gen, and come beat your ass I know you scared
Yeah, and who really gettin′ money and steppin' on shit? Only time gon′ tell in the end
Know a nigga who pushin' shit under his muscle, now his brother stuck in the pen′
I'm gon' stay on his block for months and go take me a shot and do it again
I grew up watchin′ Ke Money hustle, he kept him a gun, I′m just like him
Don't give a fuck about this money, these niggas be bums, and I′m nothin' like them

And before they was opps, man, these niggas was fans, you kill ′em, I got ten bands
I went big, on big, while you niggas was playin', look at all this money I ran up
Niggas hop on the ′net, with a whole lot of TEC
When we see 'em, they never be sayin' nothin′
When we kick in yo′ shit in, we gon' leave yo′ ass dead, so might as well not say nothin'


Nigga, I′m geeked off this Molly
Clutchin' FN, I′ll leave you dead in the party
When a nigga get out his body, hit 'em with gen, I'll leave you dead in the alley
Nigga, I ain′t never needed nobody, neither myself, I ain′t never ask for no help
I won't tongue wrestle on no ′net, you a lil' boy, pull up a TEC up
Yeah, ride ′round with fully sticks, 'cause we know nothin′ else
Yeah, I gave you everythin', now I got nothin' left
Yeah, yeah, yeah, you know I spend more cheese than I spend on myself (yeah, yeah)
I asked my pastor, "If I OD, am I gon′ go to Hell?"