Alright, what's up, what's up, what's up
Celly Cel, Celly Cell up in here once again
I'm about to put it down, it's only one way to do it
Only one way, check it out, check it out
[Verse 1]
Dust kicker, quick to twist a nigga up in knots
Never miss a not, quick to twist and shake up in the rocks
Drop it on the wood and dry it up
Throw it in a Ziploc tie it up, dope fiends buy it up
Now it's a clutch of sluggin' G's in this motherfucker
Now fuck what's up, let's move kis in this motherfucker
So any nigga with some cash on my line
Can't do nothin' but bubble cause it's A-1 every time
White outs and won't crumble when ya slice
Keep comin' to see me I'm knockin' something off the price
I got work for the playas in need
If you bout to head to feed you just some niggas gotta bleed
So keep the game tight, hustle on a late night
Bring me money, don't come up short and we straight right
Close shop, when I run I hit the one way
Why you sell yo, fool it's the only way
[Hook]
They told me to get a 9 to 5
Cause niggas like me in the street don't survive
But I hustle all day, before I lay
In the Bay, for me it's the only way
They told me to get a 9 to 5
Cause niggas like me in the street don't survive
But I hustle all day, before I lay
In the Bay, for me it's the only way
[Verse 2]
Back on the scene and I'm sittin' on trust status
Told my tester, drop it on his apparatus
Clientele, I seen em' comin' and I seen em' gone
Sweaty palms itchin' with them high beams on
And when ya movin' too much niggas be gettin' jealous
They see police on the corner and won't even tell us
So it's do or die, you can stay true or lie
Now we know you and I is two bird that don't fly
Together, separate mine from ya funky style
Niggas be gossipin' while I be watchin' money pile
Smile now and get crossed up
Take yo clientele and raise the cost up
Have yo ass tossed up
Switchin' all ya yea to fetti
The big dog is on the block them lil' puppies ain't ready
Bow wow yippy-yay bow down to the Bay
Hey why you sell yay, it's the only way
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
When they get scrilla please give me a holla
Cause I was servin' up a short one for some of they dollars
With nickels and dimes I'm gettin' mine, even scrap iron
Trade for jewels, new clothes, and the strap firin'
Without jammin' and I'm addin' to my throw aways
Def niggas in the cut ridin' like stowaways
Everybody got yea in they draws
Hit a fence on the Feds cause they be squeezin' ya balls
And when they leave it's time to set up shop
And if ya shortstop, ain't no mercy nigga bop, bop
Drop down and make ya way up out the Bomb-Bay
Took his money and his yea, it's the only way
[Hook]
[* Long pause *]
Sittin on the shelf, they got me stuck up in this box
Choppin it up with the homies, havin visions of a glock 17
Niggas on my team can't wait to fill clip up
We jumpin out the barrel with my niggas, shootin shit up
See under niner ross, black talon, hollow tips flow
Aim me at the chest, I'm makin sure that vest don't get no love
Ain't even breathin, leave the body shittin like a seagull
See I'm illegal, I got pockets like that ? eagle
Fuckin around with me is danger, I'm talkin shit
Tryin to brainwash the trigger when I'm in the chamber
Don't give a fuck if it's a accident or on purpose
When I'm comin out the chamber, fool it's just inservice
Don't get nervous when you see what I do
I love to hit the target, and when I'm breakin that skin, ooh
Travel through his heart, ricochét off the nearest bone
Rip his insides up, shatter his spine, now I'm gone
Layin by the body, waitin for the FEDS
Swoop me up for evidence, then I'm just some melted led
It ain't no thang, got me back where I started
In a box, with my homies, waitin for my next target
Ha ha ha, the mothafuckin bullet
Shootin up shit everywhere
Every city in every state
Don't give a fuck about who when the bullet fly
The only thought that's on my mind is "die nigga, die"
Ha ha ha
But what do ya know, looks like I'm 'bout to be purchased again
I seen a nigga ask for them black talons and grin
It won't be long 'til they let me loose
Got me in the clip, drinkin Gin with no fuckin juice
It's goin down, I know they ridin on some fools tonight
Hit the lights, squeeze the trigger, send me on my flight
Don't give a fuck about who I hit when I fly
The only thought that's on my mind is "die nigga, die"
Women and children and babies, I know it's crazy
See I'm a bullet, it's my job, man that shit don't faze me
Even the hand that's on the trigger get shot too
Wherever the barrel aiming at, that's who I end up smokin fool
Don't get it twisted, I got no love for none of y'all
Got to dig a tunnel through your head, and watch the body fall
Just shoot and I'mma do the rest
I love givin young niggas cardiac arrests
Bullet-proof niggas, I go up in 'em quickly
The ambulance picked him up with shit all in his Dickies
Just cock the glock, put your finger on the trigger, pull it
And make a mothafucka feel the bullet
Ha ha ha, yeah
Another victim of these mothafuckin bullets
Once we pull the trigger, don't get nervous
Cuz it's instant mothafuckin service
Ha ha ha, yeah
Breakin fools off every-mothafuckin-day
Ha ha ha
Up out the chamber, it's that sneaky mothafucka creepin
You heard a shot but didn't know until the blood was leakin
Up out your chest, you seen your flesh was a bloody mess
Dropped down on your knees, and ran outta breath
Sentanced to your death
Got hit by the wig splittin, shirt rippin, pistol wippin nigga
Catchin 'em slippin when they set trippin
Dippin and dabbin, you niggas know who I am, and
Can't be fuckin with them faulty heaters that be jammin
I love to fly and when they jam, I can't come out and kick it
Just pick a target, point me at it and see how quick I hit it
Droppin bodies by the dozens, in and out your cousins
I'm burnin niggas like a oven, givin up no lovin
? with my dogs, ridin in a 50 round clip
Ready to make the hit, talkin long shit, bitch
Hit the floor before I hit the door and split ya with some heat
Take your head and leave your body in the street
As I creep, up on my next mothafuckin victim
Sweep him off his feet, pull the trigger, let me sick him
Hit him high, hit him low, you know how it go
Put your finger on the trigger, pull it, the mothafuckin bullet
Ha ha ha, the mothafuckin bullet
Mobbin through your hood and takin head
Showin no mothafuckin remorse
We don't give a fuck about you
The bullet, ha ha ha
Sprayin up shit everywhere we go
Don't give a fuck, layin men 6 feet on the regular
[Celly Cel]
I'm stressed out nigga, I'm stressed out nigga
Sittin' on my bed, starin' at the roof
loadin' up my strap, puttin on my bulletproof
these niggas gettin shady in the streets of snake enem
wanna fill me with venum but I got heaters in my denums
They think I ain't gonna do 'em, Im a make 'em all believers
send 'em to the morgue, walk his momma to the freezer
identify the body "a lady is dat cho baby"
lookin like swiss cheese smellin like gravy
they talkin like they wanna see me so I'm in they face look 'em in
the eyes fo' I had they ass erased
You wanna play we can spray all day
what chu niggas say " I bring the funk where you stay"
You can't handle this scandalous nigga raised by the streets
live and die by the heat and all i want is bloody meat (bloody meat)
Just ta live ta see another dayis a blessin'
why i got ta be the one stuck in stress
Chorus: (x2)
Been thru alot a shit I ain't the one ta test
feel like I'm goin crazy in this land full a stress
(I'm stressed out nigga, I'm stressed out nigga)
Tryin ta get some money these niggas wanna off me
homies wanna see me fall bitches wanna cross me
(I'm stressed out nigga, I'm stressed out nigga)
[Celly Cel]
What they gonna do with me, cause I don't fuck them suckers
they ain't cool with me
Act a fool with me and see the G waitin ta come
out, Magnum catch 'em on the run it's on
fools don't understand how I shoot this shit
got my steel toes on bout ta boot this bitch
in the ass, thinkin's she's gonna get a pass from me
you either jump out da trunk come and blast with me
on the enemy the henasy be blurin my vision
i might make the wrong decesion
if you planin on livin
don't fuckin wit a hog give me daft and bass
or yo homey gonna be sayin this is for my
homies pourin out a fory ounce
reminsion wishin ya'll was still on a mission
but yo punk ass wouldn't listen itchin ta take my
frustations out on the next man with no question
cause I'm stressin
Chorus (2x)
[Celly Cel]
Ain't nothin left ta do but drink brew
kick it with my crew and think about makin revenues
I didn't choose ta struggle but cha got ta be under
before ya bubble and the big game pays double
so i had ta get my hands on that
when ya in the hood ain't no other players than that,
that microsoft computer chip waddn't important
the only way ta college is if ya ball like jordan
grip like griffey hittin homers in the majors
cut back an charge like terel davis
if it aint like that then ya stuck out here with me
start wonderin why if ya still livin then ya a g
tommarow aint promised motherfuckers
eat shit and die i run the streets and be a hustler
if they cross me i'm a put they ass ta rest
dont be fuckin with a nigga when hes stressin
Eye for an eye, ride or you die
Eye for an eye, ride or you die
Eye for an eye, ride or you die
Eye for an eye, ride or you die
Won't leave the house unless I'm strapped up
I might get backed up in the traffic
Niggas is dumping on me when I got my zapper
Creeping up on me and I got one hand on the wheel
One hand on the steel, trying to break a nigga for skrill
And I'm ridin' wit sharp shootin' skills
Funk season, whatever the reason, I'm dealing wit drama
Send me one of them mangie ass niggas
Runnin' home, cryin' to Mama
So I kick the door to eliminate the whole situation
Fuckin' wit me, me will ended up, having his family eraseded
Face it, no charges leaving the body behind until
You better respect game
Bow down when real niggas bail through yo hood
But won't be caught up in a twist
Flash on us unless you end up sleeping wit the fish
Seamin' shoes, lady singing the blues, them sad ballads
Fried chicken, collad greens, and potato salads
Surrounded them by [unverified] of family members cryin'
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
He got the Mac One-O and moved nice on the piggies
Hit 'em up and buck and leave them struck when I'm tipsy
Ain't no love for the true thugs that die for this shit
Wit 150 round drum ride for this shit
Fuck the hard hats end locs, pass the fo fo
And watch me smoke them hoes like the last hit of indo, and fo' sho
I smash and blast, nigga, when I'm provoked with a doe of platinum coke
I holds down a fort
Why you smiling for? These niggas playing games on the street
That's where they meet the heat, they sweep they ass up off of they feet
This ain't no fairy tale, you fuckin' with Cel
Hit the scenes wit machines if you want my team
It ain't no in between seventeen through your temple
When your crossing the realest niggas to spit this killa shit on the mic
And make the world feel us, hit 'em wit rounds [unverified]
[Unverified] of hollows then we follow niggas to they spine
And chop they ass up wit fully-auto's
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
I ain't no actor bitch, my life is worser than the movies
For real though, from steel toes to my uzi pushin' Impala S.S's
Benz, Beamers, to Lamborginis and chase my strip down
Wit X.O., Henn, and Remi, Rolex on my wrist
Hundred dollar bill's crisp, I pull the blunt from my lip
Then the 4-5 from my hip and spit, the incredible medical or hard core
The deadliest medacine gas ever set off in a war, westcoast's the spot
Where we lock our million dollar doors, survival in hell, packing heat
Ducking from them, I'm just a thug nigga
Step on your street and draw my heat and then I plug niggas
I be a G from the G.B.C. that's why I mug niggas
Don't flag I just sag and carry a mag and get off in the snitches asses
You a bitch but still ride or die, screaming out the block
Bitch I'll have you die wit doc
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die ride or you die
Niggas get at cha and run back at them but let them bullets fly
Eye for an eye, you ride or you die ride or you die
Murder one, motherfuckers call it Re drum
Doin' niggaz in and let them shells pile up
From dumpin' on these niggas in my motherfuckin' face
I breaks 'em off a taste of that Ciggety Cel and Spice
Gettin' it on like Marvin Gaye
I'll meet you by the motherfuckin' dock of the East Bay
(Blew)
Kill 'em off like this, ba-da-ba-ba-ba-bye
Them slugs couldn't spill me, them niggaz shoulda killed me
Now I wanna know who they are
When I put some slugs in them niggaz kill 'em off in they car
You see, they can't fuck around with niggas who's so quick to blast
So quick to put these slugs up in your ass
They be a hundred miles and runnin' when they see me comin'
Bringin more funk than the pussy on a yeast infected woman
So kick the flow, you see a nigga stompin' with that 'H' on my back
Choppin' these fools in half with my Mack
Mass motherfuckin', murder they ain't breathin'
That niggas wheezin', hot slugs got him freezin'
Coughin' and he's soundin' like he got a cold
But he's chokin' off that Redrum, whole fuckin' body numb
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof
(Blaaw)
Murder in the first and shit
Beat a nigga dead body with the pistol grip, playa
Spice 1 often shoots, kickin' knocked out niggas
In the head with boots
I got my mothafuckin' choppa, pop a cap, in your ass
'Cuz you can't stop a psychopathic motherfuckin' nut
Snatch all your fuckin' guts
Leave your ass in a ditch all opened up
Kickin' the tales of the niggaz who got crept on
Blow out his fuckin' brains 'cuz I was slept on
Now I'm posted with a chopper in my coat full of Hennessey
Fixin' to let my 40 spit out thirty-two when I see
These niggas that wanna test a playa swingin' from my nuts
Pull my mighty Mack and let the street sweeper sweep him up
The only thing I leave behind is casings on the ground
Lookin' for the snitches on the block so I can buck 'em down
I get's my clown with every round that I let fly
Trigger happy niggy in the hood, die nigga die
Funk for life, when they smoke me that's when I'm done
So take a sip of this red motherfuckin' rum
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof
Call me the Undertaker, call me the casket closer
Fillin' niggas up with lead like they fill Shwisher's up with doja
At the graveyard countin' the bodies I left in the mud
I break 'em off, ain't nothin' but buckin' till they spittin' blood
But niggas don't feel me, they wanna kill me
But these fools don't know me, I rolls them like a blunt
Fill 'em with slugs and bury them slowly
Infrared beam gleam, he's dead on the scene, shot in the spleen
Got two in the chest, he's off the scene
It's C-Celly Cel and Spice 1 sp-splittin' wigs
It's murderin' so some of that Redrum come take a swig
(Blaaw)
These motherfuckin' nuts if you wanna murder me
Harder to kill than your average motherfuckin' 'G'
Put a cap up in that ass, nigga with a gat that's quick to blast
Raisin' up outta the funk with a chrome four four
And a black ski mask
Killin' for the cash, mobbin' that ass
When so many of these gang buckshots shatter my glass
Mashed on the block and I kept on bustin'
Gotta let them know I'm not no Midnarc
Put it up in Piznark and let my A.K. Biznark, beitch
Killin' off niggas in the diznark
You ever seen what a bullet can do to flesh
Just call me Messy Marvin, leaves a mess
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Drinkin' Redrum 'cuz I'm 187 proof
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
Retaliation is a must where I'm from
Redrum leave your body numb, blast dum-da-dum-dum
[Incomprehensible]
I just bought me a Coupe De ville
Took out the air bag put in a wood wheel
Now all the ATL niggas wanna jack 'cause I'm from Texas
Never seen candy with the fifth on the back
I'm comin' down the west end, niggas tryin' to jack
And bust a right Coney Island pop the trunk and started cappin'
Niggas was happenin' put they Burboun to the floor nigga
Hard to bust back but I was penetrating they doe
Nigga in PA, it's like the wild, wild west
Throwin' all packed [Incomprehensible] and we all wear vests
When the shit pop out, who gonna stunt
Nigga ain't shootin' me first I fin to pop the trunk
These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
But niggas love to talk shit I fin to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
Nigga I'm high off this weed I fin to pop the trunk
Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
Man I knew he was a bitch I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
These niggas steady runnin' me hot I'm fin to pop the trunk
You niggas didn't know that I was out of control
Slow yo roll for I put this chopper straight to yo fo'
Head you better off dead than to fuck around with psycho niggas
Don't be trying to plead yo case 'cause I don't even like no niggas
In my face, trying to question me about some drama
Only answer to two people God and my mama
Far as niggas tryin' to put me in the cross
Let 'em holler at my bitch, Nina Ross hoe house boss
I bet you mind somethin' in, run and tell a friend
[Incomprehensible] on the Gin, I think he said, "Trippin' once again"
It ain't no stoppin' me, get at me then I'm dumpin' on ya
Ridin' past yo funeral hangin' out the window slumpin' on ya
You didn't know, they didn't tell you boy you better listen
While I shoot this shit before you put yourself in that position
Niggas that know me know I specialize in havin' bump
You can have the tail way from the shovel so we can pop the trunk
These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
Man 'cause his bitch chose me I fin to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
'Cause I'm fuckin' yo gal I got to pop the trunk
Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
Nigga tried to jack my car I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
Smokin' at the Tittie bar I had to pop the trunk
Under Cali's blue skies, smokin' on chronicles and chocolate ties
Even when we tell the truth, the hoes we lies
Man ain't no disguise, doin' ninety week flies
Ain't got no time for middle men and small fries
Only money conversation and big thighs
Let me talk to your boss man, the nigga wit the pies
And back yo ass up and don't act so surprised
When pistols start to cock, hands start to rise
Nobody move too fast I advise
Or you can catch a hot one right between ya eyes
Recognize I done set me sights on the prize
And put lights out with boom fifty bye, bye
I'm labeling my life off of rap and weed highs
And ask my agent bout my fuckin' shoe size
But fuckin' wit' us ain't wise
We get crunk, we came to pop the trunk
What, the trunk
These niggas keep talkin' like they want the funk
I knew he was the police I had to pop the trunk
Runnin' off at they dick suck as gettin' it crunk
Man I'm sippin' on [Incomprehensible] poppin' the trunk
Steady frontin' like a man but you show me a punk
[Incomprehensible] I had to pop the trunk
All we really came to do is just smoke some scum
To make it, make it crunk I had to pop the trunk
I know that they some bitches had to pop the trunk
California to Texas poppin' the trunk
UGK and Celly Cell we 'bout to pop the trunk
Sippin' on Hennessey [Incomprehensible] I fin to pop the trunk, bitch
Smoke somethin', D time, PA, uh, '97
Readin' Pimp
Playa-istic shit
By dino boys
Tryin' to get these hoes for every nook & cranny
And make 'em join
The winning team
Ain't nothin' but realness
I know they feel this
Ain't nothin' but sponges
Waitin' for me to leak or slip & spill this
Game I got at an early age by watchin' all the G's
Rat heads get nothin' but cheese
And drop down on they knees wit ease
I make 'em blow me
Then I tell that ho to blow my homie
Ho, don't ya know me?
When you say you love me, I make you show me
If you ain't never sucked no dick, you best recognize
Don't be surprised when you see my nut
Splashin' between your eyes
Don't even know these hoes
They come up out they clothes for me
Feelin' like a camera man on spikes
When they pose for me
I watch 'em rise
Slappin' that ass like they was in the Kentucky... Derby
Bouncin' on my dick
Cuz these hoes love to fuck me
I don't get sprung
I keep 'em trippin' on this game I give 'em
They dirty mack me
But ain't fuckin' wit my playerizm
Playerizm
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Shootin' nothin' but that playerizm
Playerizm
Niggas hate me for my playerizm
Playerizm
All I give them is that playerizm
Playerizm
Playerizm
Playerizm
Shootin' nothin' but that playerizm
Playerizm
Bitches love me for my playerizm
Playerizm
All I give them is that playerizm
Playerizm
I see PHin' across the nation
Man, it's part of the game
These fallin' souljas stressin'
Cuz they lost they heart in the game
All up under these bitches
Treatin' these hookers like they top-notch
Breakin' off your scrilla
Like you are da only nigga that's hittin' the cock
But when you slip & sleep
At 4 in the mornin', somebody's swoopin'
Up your broad, you might be faithful but your bitch is shoopin'
Shoop be doop
Yeah, now you feel a nigga though
You better feel that ho before you flash & try to kill that ho
Mark ass niggas think they got it sewed up
Lockin' bitches up
Cock blockin' & they still get fucked
Niggas get mad & wanna flash when they hear they ho is loose
Smilin' in my face & wanna blast on that gin & juice
Boostin' up your courage
Now you trippin' cuz your bitch was foul
Checkin' all your homies
Havin' dreams of walkin' her down the isle
Fake playas better recognize what I'm givin'
Toppin' off this game & touchin' niggas wit that playerizm
Playerizm
Playerizm
Shootin' nothin' but that playerizm
Playerizm
Niggas hate me for my playerizm
Playerizm
All I give them is that playerizm
Playerizm
Playerizm
Playerizm
Shootin' nothin' but that playerizm
Playerizm
Bitches love me for my playerizm
Playerizm
All I give them is that playerizm
Playerizm
I'm the type of nigga that catch these hoes
When I'm on my feet
No candy paint to make 'em speak
Don't need no gold ones to make 'em creep
Don't know how to catch a ho
Ask niggas, love to dirty mack
Tellin' yo' business to bitches
Playin' a role like you ain't up under that ass
Pass you in the streets
Pick up they mobile & call yo' bitch
Askin' "where dat nigga at?"
Then turn around & dry snitch
I seen you the other day
With a bitch in a low, tryin' to stop my lounge
But these is he niggas that went from a nothing
I can't understand why they wanna knock my lounge
I learned from the G's
You got to let that shit go
Don't fuck around wit niggas
It gots to be 'bout that money mo'
It's just my playerizm
If they can't figure yet
I'm fuckin' top-notchers
They get burnt like cigarettes
Fuckin' around with hoodrats
Rats in the hood
Get nothin' but cheese & rabies
Welfare checks
Foodstamps
AIDS
And 5 little snotty nosed babies
Ya better recognize that real shit that I'm givin'
Fuck that dirty mackin'
Nigga, hit me wit some playerizm
Playerizm
Playerizm
Shootin' nothin' but that playerizm
Playerizm
Niggas hate me for my playerizm
Playerizm
All I give them is that playerizm
Playerizm
Playerizm
Playerizm
Shootin' nothin' but that playerizm
Playerizm
Bitches love me for my playerizm
Playerizm
All I give them is that playerizm
(Talk)
Good evening
Welcome to channel 187 Murder 1 News
Tonight we focus on the city of Vallejo in the state of California
Where five black men were found dead at the water front
From various gunshot wounds
This brings the homicide rate in the state of California to one of the
highest in the nation
And is now known to you as killa kali
(Verse 1)
The state of California niggas call it killa kali
Murder weapons in the river bodies found in the alleys
Bring the yellow tape
Body bags gettin zipped up
Heads blown off wit they insides ripped up
Mobile phones flipped up
Factors callin shots
Bitch made niggas its some real niggas on the block
Cause every hood got a trigga happy nigga
That don't give a fuck about puttin two in your liver
But how you figure you can do dirt and stay clean
Niggas like that get pronounced dead on the scene
Aint no winnin teams cause everybody taken losses in they hood
Reminiscin on they niggas man I wish I could
Bring back the homies that I lost up in that funk season
Gotta check myself or let that alcohol be the reason
So I just poor a little liquor on the concrete
For my dead homies and the ones who aint gone see the streets
Locked up with the rest of the locs
But whatever the reason my folks are walkin the yard
Or gettin they guts some
Tryin to make it home but I think they
Safer in that pin cause niggas on gin be lettin them Mack 10's
Bust 32 times
And niggas who aint in it gettin shot by
Standards on the block
Smokin like bomb
Fools given up they cell
Gettin sideways leaven them t-shirts soakin wet
Retaliation is a must
So now you know them niggas you was funkin wit
Gone be at yo do so
Keep yo hand on yo nina in the valley
Or get dumped in the alley
Fuckin around in killa kali
(Chorus 1)
Mothers on they knees
Wit tears in they eyes why
(cause killa kali is the state of the drive by)
Mothers on they knees
Wit tears in they eyes why
(cause killa kali is the state of the drive by)
(Chorus 2)
It's killa kali It's killa kali
buddahba
It's killa kali It's killa kali
buck buck
It's killa kali It's killa kali
budduhba
It's killa kali It's killa kali
buck buck
(Verse 2)
The killins on
Aint even safe when you at home
Whatever dirt you do
gone follow you until you gone
So pack ya chrome
And handle your own cause potnas tend to run
Walked in the party 10 deep and only left wit one
Real nigga on your team
But you know how it is
Can't even trust them niggas that you knew since you was kids
It aint no thang
I let them niggas have it to
Bitch up and I switch up on that ass before I blast you
And fools better watch them hoes in they mix
Seen them choosen and you bid on that set up for a six
foot ditch with your family in front of you
So many niggas slip
That's how they slide a bitch up under you
I wonder whose the next nigga
To catch a bullet for sex nigga
Thought you was cock until they chopped you with them tecs nigga
I think the game is on its last leg
Trigga happy niggas wit no heart
It aint no used to be
For your life
cause out here they quick to take they own
Snortin that Peruvian
On Hennessey you know they gone
Cant tell a nigga shit in the 9-5
All about they scrilla doin niggas in on the side
Bellin through yo hood buckin fools down
Gettin caught slippin with they mutherfuckin pants down
Sleep with one eye open in the valley
cause everything you love'll get smoked up in killa kali
(Chorus 1)
(Chorus 2)
(Verse 3)
California niggas be plottin on fools
Jackin mutherfuckers for them daytons
And leave that ol' school
Sittin on with yo face in the dash
two in the back of yo head
Rip yo pockets of then laugh
Then you got them fools on the track pullin out glocks
Pistol whippin niggas till they drop
Reach in they draws and take they rocks
They money
They rings and they chains
Without a skimask on
But cant complain
Its all in the game
Follow one of them ballers to they residence
tyin niggas up
Lookin for them dead presidents
Its for the money
You know the scratch but now we call it scrilla
It turned them kali niggas into straight killas
Set trippin on a daily basis
Vietnam aint shit on what a nigga in the hood faces
1-8-7 case
Cop into a lesser charge
Three strikes
Hit you with that L
Lock behind bars
Bellin wit a strap
Punks seem like its waitin
To catch a nigga slippin or get killed over conversation
Fuckin wit bitch will get you killed quick
Niggas let they hoes mow down they homies on the real beitch
Fools come to kali thinkin club med
Caught up in the cross fire when them sets bump heads
Keep yo hand on ya nina in the valley
Or everything you love'll get smoked up in killa kali
At least 360 degrees
And slidin' to the function
Yelling 'Bump Something'
Mane'gtoi
Need about three with me in this spot
Mixing up my driz a
While they stizz up on that row but
See I'm a ridah
When I flash it
Ain't nowhere to hide ya
I'm right besides ya
'Bout to let these thangs all up inside ya
It ain't no system tryin' to knock a playa
But the way he lounge
Even the haters in your town sing
It's Going Down
Up in the spot
Fool got popped
Killed a cop
Jumped in a drop
That was the life
He lived
But now it's holded
Imagine your Don posted on America's Most Wanted
They flowned it
And locked him up for conniving
Whether the strong surviving
Or getting pimped by the system
I still be 4 1 5 ing it down to the V
With that fool
Celly C E L L
Shakin' it, breakin' it, movin' it
With this clientele
With this underground
It's Going Down
Ride with your folks, it's going down
Sideways in a cloud of smoke, it's going down
Bump until your amps blow, It's going down
'Cuz you know it's going down for sure
Tonight it goes down
Ride with your folks, it's going down
Sideways in a cloud of smoke, it's going down
Bump until your amps blow, It's going down
'Cuz you know it's going down for sure
Tonight it goes down
Uh, I'd like to, uh, dig you
When I dug
Biatches ask, How deep is your love?
Grew up on deck
Who put dem hickeys on your neck?
Ugh, how many babies did you make
Off that Keith Sweat?
Don't even trip
It's all labexibiali 50
Hit the clubs and that bag gem them
Biatches ready
Up on release
'Fore they use a cow piece
You hardly war
Makin', drinkin', shootin' me out
It's Going Down
I ride the Benzo
Bill Clinton, Presidential
Out the window
Never been, though
Type that get the party clown truckin'
So they can hear me
I keep 'em leery
With twamps on the S Series
And Cruise Control
Gonna take 'em where them
Hoochies roll
If for some ho
Them hoochies down in Celly, so
So, when you see me double parked
Flashing hazard lights
You get it right
'Cuz, man
It's Going Down Tonight
Ride with your folks, it's going down
Sideways in a cloud of smoke, it's going down
Bump until your amps blow, It's going down
'Cuz you know it's going down for sure
Tonight it goes down
West Side
You know who he be who bangin'
It's that killer Mack 10
Inglewood swingin'
They connect gangin'
And ya know that's how it go
Although it ain't gonna be easy
But believe me, Dogg
It's gonna be off the heezy
For cheesy
And if it ain't her
I laugh it off like a joke
And I grab my AK
'Cuz I spray up anybody
For my folks in the Bay
On real, homeboy
I'm a killer
I leave their shirts soakin'
No jokin'
So if it's Going Down Tonight
I be on the first thing smokin'
So holler at me
It's Going Down so majorly
My pager battery
Stay on low cells
While I'm trying to get some more mail
Dodgin' hot ones
Makin' liquor store runs
Creepin' through the city streets
Pervin' in the Mo 1
Can't get wrapped up in that
He said she said
What was said already did
Runnin' your mouth will get you filled with lead
So I stay real
Soakin' that game outta the hills
Ridin' with that
Mazda sound
Now you know
It's Going Down
Ride with your folks, it's going down
Sideways in a cloud of smoke, it's going down
Bump until your amps blow, It's going down
'Cuz you know it's going down for sure
Tonight it goes down
Ride with your folks, it's going down
Sideways in a cloud of smoke, it's going down
Bump until your amps blow, It's going down
'Cuz you know it's going down for sure
At least 360 degrees
And slidin' to the function
Yelling 'Bump Something'
Mane'gtoi
Need about three with me in this spot
Mixing up my driz a
While they stizz up on that row but
See I'm a ridah
When I flash it
Ain't nowhere to hide ya
I'm right besides ya
'Bout to let these thangs all up inside ya
It ain't no system tryin' to knock a playa
But the way he lounge
Even the haters in your town sing
It's Going Down
Up in the spot
Fool got popped
Killed a cop
Jumped in a drop
That was the life
He lived
But now it's holded
Imagine your Don posted on America's Most Wanted
They flowned it
And locked him up for conniving
Whether the strong surviving
Or getting pimped by the system
I still be 4 1 5 ing it down to the V
With that fool
Celly C E L L
Shakin' it, breakin' it, movin' it
With this clientele
With this underground
It's Going Down
Ride with your folks, it's going down
Sideways in a cloud of smoke, it's going down
Bump until your amps blow, It's going down
'Cuz you know it's going down for sure
Tonight it goes down
Ride with your folks, it's going down
Sideways in a cloud of smoke, it's going down
Bump until your amps blow, It's going down
'Cuz you know it's going down for sure
Tonight it goes down
Uh, I'd like to, uh, dig you
When I dug
Biatches ask, How deep is your love?
Grew up on deck
Who put dem hickeys on your neck?
Ugh, how many babies did you make
Off that Keith Sweat?
Don't even trip
It's all labexibiali 50
Hit the clubs and that bag gem them
Biatches ready
Up on release
'Fore they use a cow piece
You hardly war
Makin', drinkin', shootin' me out
It's Going Down
I ride the Benzo
Bill Clinton, Presidential
Out the window
Never been, though
Type that get the party clown truckin'
So they can hear me
I keep 'em leery
With twamps on the S Series
And Cruise Control
Gonna take 'em where them
Hoochies roll
If for some ho
Them hoochies down in Celly, so
So, when you see me double parked
Flashing hazard lights
You get it right
'Cuz, man
It's Going Down Tonight
Ride with your folks, it's going down
Sideways in a cloud of smoke, it's going down
Bump until your amps blow, It's going down
'Cuz you know it's going down for sure
Tonight it goes down
West Side
You know who he be who bangin'
It's that killer Mack 10
Inglewood swingin'
They connect gangin'
And ya know that's how it go
Although it ain't gonna be easy
But believe me, Dogg
It's gonna be off the heezy
For cheesy
And if it ain't her
I laugh it off like a joke
And I grab my AK
'Cuz I spray up anybody
For my folks in the Bay
On real, homeboy
I'm a killer
I leave their shirts soakin'
No jokin'
So if it's Going Down Tonight
I be on the first thing smokin'
So holler at me
It's Going Down so majorly
My pager battery
Stay on low cells
While I'm trying to get some more mail
Dodgin' hot ones
Makin' liquor store runs
Creepin' through the city streets
Pervin' in the Mo 1
Can't get wrapped up in that
He said she said
What was said already did
Runnin' your mouth will get you filled with lead
So I stay real
Soakin' that game outta the hills
Ridin' with that
Mazda sound
Now you know
It's Going Down
Ride with your folks, it's going down
Sideways in a cloud of smoke, it's going down
Bump until your amps blow, It's going down
'Cuz you know it's going down for sure
Tonight it goes down
Ride with your folks, it's going down
Sideways in a cloud of smoke, it's going down
Bump until your amps blow, It's going down
'Cuz you know it's going down for sure
[ VERSE 1 ]
One by one goes the bullets in the clip
Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit
Heat comin from the barrel with a cloud of smoke
Dead bodies on the ground when these fools get loc'ed
It's crazy in the street, pack some heat for a sucker
Mobbin through the town tryin to murder muthafuckas
211's every day, liquor store and bank jobs
D boys gettin robbed, niggas get jacked for they mobbs
What's a nigga to do, can't survive without a gun
Snitches in the street, a nigga livin on the run
It's fun but the pen is like smokin sess
Locked up on a 187'll make any nigga stress
You can wear a vest, it won't stop two to the head
Shot you in your face and now your ass is better off dead
Talkin shit'll get you smoked quick
No need to save a hoe because they can't live without dick
So I focus on the mail, Celly Cel
Ain't no playa-hatin nigga, I got too much heat to sell
Fairy tales I never kick, it's gangsterism in my veins
I kicked it with the O.G.'s pickin up on game:
Get your money on, fuck a bitch and get ghost
And keep one in the chamber for them fools that play you close
Them Sick Wid' It niggas keep makin the beat 4 yo azz
Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
[ CHORUS (2X) ]
Some heat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz
Them Sick Wid' It nigga got the beat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz
That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz
[ VERSE 2 ]
Them Sick Wid' It niggas got the beat up comin with some heat
Them federal muthafuckas tryin to get a buck in the streets
Every day a nigga wanna test yo skill
And playa-hatas hate to see a nigga comin real
The H-i-double l-s-i-d-e
Down with the P.G., niggas don't wanna see me
Act a fuckin fool, shootin up the city
Happy on the trigger like my nigga Frank Nitty
Let's get into the C thang, Hillside slang
It's a Hillside thang from the Hillside, mang
Smokin em like a chronic sack, rollin em in a zag
Hittin em with the funk and zippin em up in bodybags
Everywhere I go fools get to actin crazy
Wanna let they nuts hang, thinkin they can fade me
So I keep a life-long mug on my face
Rollin with some heat, sippin on a straight lace
A high speed chase, bank it in the side pocket
Po-po's can't fuck with the 350 rocket
Under my hood it's all good when I'm on the gas
Checkin the rollers and the jackers that try to blast
Tricks of the trade already made, gangster got it down
Never panic under pressure when it's goin down
Droppin a bomb, nigga, mobb beats 4 yo azz
Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
[ CHORUS ]
[ VERSE 3 ]
Breakin em off somethin proper for the nine-fo'
In the do' is some of that heat 4 yo azz, hoe
Little hoes and the don't-know's need to know
A nigga that flow who ain't comin out the gate slow
Pimpin and and pandlin, hoe handlin the whole bit
Killers move in silence, nigga, I don't talk shit
I see them loudmouth niggas keep gettin dead
And the silent ones on 25 to life bids
You gotta pack some heat in the street, it's goin down
If you ain't down you better move to a square town
Niggas talk shit, drink and smoke weed up
Hit the county jail straight p.c.-ed up
You never know who really down till the funk jump
Same one that jump and the finger points at the punk
And your crew wasn't down from the get-go
Don't you know how that bitch-made nigga shit go?
Hollow points get to the point quicker
Cause talkin shit full of liquor thinkin that you're sicker
Than the next nigga'll get you full of bullet holes
Stayin on my toes and I just can't let go
Of this mobb shit that I kick 4 yo azz
Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
[Intro]
Yeah, you got Celly Cel back in this muthafucka
Once again, you know
'Bout to drop this soul playa shit on y'all
You know, nothin' but that realness
Can ya feel this though
Yeah.. Gonna ride wit ya nigga cuz it's goin' down
They say break yo'self or make yo'self
So I said fuck it, bought a glock so I could take myself
Through all this soft shit a nigga face as a youngsta
Loc'ed ass niggas made that hillside a monster
OG's hoopin' at the school house & shootin' dice
In & out the pen, real niggas might ? nice
Made this hog get the brew
Made me hit the weed
Eatin' at the ho house
Moms know a nigga kill
Go to my room, sleep off my high, and hit the door
Tellin' myself "I ain't smokin' weed no more"
But you know
Them lies as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin' dank 'til the sun rise
Walk into the school house
Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell and spread rumors
Boxin' toe to toe & everybody in a circle
Sockin' mutha-fuckas 'til they eyes turn purple
Ain't no set trippin', no jumpin', it's just 1 on 1
Fools throwin' thangs to the end
Back then, it was fun
No gunshots
No need to hit the floor
But after shool
The whole city woken up
Let's hit the park fool
To see a little league, a Babe Ruth baseball game
Niggas was down there cuttin' up or throwin' thangs
Chasin' 5 off for hot dogs & fries bitch
But back then, you still couldn't tell a nigga shit
1 - (Can't tell me shit)
Bitch made niggas can't tell a nigga shit
(They can't tell me shit)
Skanlezz Azz Bytchez can't tell a nigga shit
(Can't tell me shit)
Punk police can't tell a nigga shit
(They can't tell a nigga shit)
Fuck you bitch - you can't tell a nigga shit
Repeat 1
Got a little older, now the park is a joke
'Cause all the ball players out there slangin' dope
Some of my niggas is on grimmies, but I didn't slip
Ain't that a bitch, you can't tell a nigga shit
So I mind my own, find my home
Now I'm in the zone
Behind Farmers in the alley, gettin' my money on
Had 10 dollas & JB gave me the other 10
Bought a breakdown, now I'm Gone With The Wind
Brakes with the ???, ounces & QP's
The half ki's, now I'm sellin' weight to the G's
Hit Oxford Street, spent a grip, now I'm ready to go
To Hogan Hoctors, it be bitches at the talent show
And for all & hoop games had hoes
Hilail & Hogie, you know it was on fo' sho'
Reece assists & Redge with the Tamahawk ? up
Then the whole town, mobbin' down to the waterfront
Niggas in Granadas, Cougars & Mustangs
Stars & Volvos
Nobody fuckin' with them ? thangs
Me, G-Roc, JB & Lil' C-Mo
Puffin' on indo
Splittin' 4 double O Z's
Young G's tryin' to live
And when they shut the ship door, we goin' under the bridge
Gettin' whip-lash from the brake gas mash and dip
'Cause back then, you couldn't tell a nigga shit
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
Made it to a G, but ain't no love in my city
Now we set trippin', all these fools actin' shitty
Niggas wanna reel me in, but didn't know
When you fuckin' wit the big fish, you fuckin' wit a funeral
No more toe to toe
HK-44's
Now what they know about the mutha fuckin' murda shows
Strap on my right hand side, in the Bay area
Shit is gettin' scarier
Niggas are ???
Fuck the bird, I'm the nigga bailin' ? early
Trigga happy nigga wit a head fulla Shirlies, on
Christian brothas in ???
Or drinkin' hurricanes wit my niggas in da click
So deep, I can't call it
Spend about a million dollas at the liquor store
I'm just an alcoholic
40, Water & Legit put me on the map
Got my foot in the door, now I'm givin' up dank
Sick wit his last job, my 9 to 5
The shit I used to dream about is how I survive
Lifestyle of a mack
Funk for life
Some Heat 4 Yo' Azz
Them Killa Kali niggas blast and smash
Without a murda weapon or a witness
Too many niggas in yo' car, risky business
They turn snitches
Break down & have the po-po's at yo' front door
And all real niggas know
Who rides sucka-free, on the solo
When you empty the clip, they can't tell a nigga shit
Repeat 1
[Celly Cel]
Man, it's like...
Everytime I leave the house
I stop and I ask myself
Am I leavin' for the last time??
Cause ain't no tellin' what's gon' happen
Out here while I'm runnin' these streets
You know what I'm sayin'?
Anything can happen nigga
You gotta watch everything around you
You can't trust nothin' out here
Another day I get to live to see some more of this
Drama in the street is so deep, don't even know if it's
Gon' be me at the end of somebody barrel smokin'
Cause I'm loc'n they point the finger and say I'm
provokin'
The situation by speakin' the real to killin' fields
And penitentiary steel is what I see for real
It's raw deals that we gettin' in the system mayne
Givin' up no love, once you caught up they pullin' rank
County or the pen, you know we can't win
So we mobs with that ghetto grin tryin' to make them
ends
Stack on the track with sticky greens and cognac
Always watch your back and never let 'em know you
strapped
Ain't no such thing as a sucka no more
Cause anybody with some heat will lay you down on the
floor
Friends turn to foes, tags on they toes
When will it be your time to go? You never know
[Hook] - X 2
Sometimes I get to thinkin' when I step out the door
Is it my time to go? Runnin' the streets you never know
Sometimes I get to thinkin' when I step out the door
Is it my time to go? Runnin' the streets you never know
[Celly Cel]
Used to be the enemy dumpin' on my bucket
Now I'm havin' static with these fools that I grew up
with
Never thought the hood would turn against the hood
When they think you doin' good the hood don't stick
together like it should
Wastin' time tryin' to count another players chips
Loose lips will make you walk the plank on my ship
I've seen 'em get smothered for less, lost in the land
of stress
It's sad to see homies get put to rest, then I guess
It's the same when you funkin' and freeze one of your
enemies
Another funeral, a mother cryin' on her knees
It's a war zone, here today tomorrow you gone
In to win, ain't no friends, go for somethin' it's on
Can't get caught slippin' or crossed up by them faulty
Women out there slippin' mickeys ain't gon' come up off
Who can I trust, who gon' be there when we kickin'
dust?
Or when they bust, I'll ride with who ride with us
[Hook] - X 2
Sometimes I get to thinkin' when I step out the door
Is it my time to go? Runnin' the streets you never know
Sometimes I get to thinkin' when I step out the door
Is it my time to go? Runnin' the streets you never know
[Celly Cel]
Gotta stay on your toes, don't know who plottin' on
your click
And jealousy will make your closest homies wanna split
Your wig and dig a ditch for you cause you out there
gettin' paid
Had the same trey, posted on the same block in May
Scrill they can't fade, you was real about chasin'
paper
They was talkin' about them broads first and get the
money later
A faulty misses, stay focused and make your own
decisions
Stay in your jurisdiction, keep that scrill in your
vision
Watch your backside, they ride when they ain't got no
hustle
And keep your heat so fools like Debo can't even muscle
You out your coins and don't let no new recruits join
And she can holla if she headed for the tenderloin
Then strip to add some Ben Franklin's to my bundle
I ain't mad if she gon' add some crab to the gumbo
And keep it crackin', don't know what's gon' happen
when I play this game
So I pray, I live to see another day
[Hook] - X 4
Sometimes I get to thinkin' when I step out the door
Is it my time to go? Runnin' the streets you never know
Sometimes I get to thinkin' when I step out the door
What U Niggaz Thought
Gots some Bill like bitches on the under
Tryin to keep it on the slunder 'cause I made you wonder
If I was down 'cause I rap, now what that mean?
I'm bouts to raise up out the hood & leave my 17
Shot glock on the block like I want peace
The only peace I'm gon' get is when I'm deceased
(So you still punkin) Yeah if I got to
Trigger finger itchin & I just might pop you
Glock to a muthaf**kin head in the 9-5
(Oh, so you gon' buck 'em down just so you can stay alive)
I thought you knew, but these fools keep crossin me
And I be feelin' like the devil got lost in me
When I flash
(So nigga you a killa)
Mamas & babies, they say I'm crazy 'cause I give a
Nigga one chance not to f**k wit me
'cause when you f**k wit me, I gots to take your whole family
(Man you sick) Naw, I ain't got shit to lose
It ain't no rules, I been locked up in county blues
All they can do is send me to the pen with a lunch
To get my?
And walk the yard with my folks
I'm gettin smoked
But the judge give me 25
When I get caught, I'mma blast
What U Niggaz Thought
(Kevin) (Celly)
1 - Bring the chalk (Bring the chalk)
Scrape the bodies off the asphalt
(Scrape the bodies off the muthaf**kin asphalt)
It's on when you're in my zone
What U niggaz thought (What U niggaz thought)
Repeat 1
(Celly)
(Man, you nationwide, why you still kickin' it?)
'cause niner ross got a 30 round clip in it
And we can take 10 paces then draw
'Fore you turn around, I take 2 & blow off your jaw
Ain't nothin fair in the hood
I dare a nigga to stare at the barrel of my hair pin trigga & square up
Watch his body flare up like some?
Heart pumpin' Kool-Aid
Now he's sweet as sugar kane
(I thought you was quiet but now I see you in the violence)
Killas don't talk, real niggas move in silence
And I'mma silently creep up on these niggas slowly
And split the funeral money,?
Homie don't ya know me?
I'm that nigga wit the weapons
Y'all can have them hoes, I'm thinkin f**k the Smith & Wessons
Just feel my nuts and get to splittin half a bloody bath
Is what you get for crossin my path as I bail & laugh
(Niggas like you get smoked everyday)
I'm one of the walkin dead any-muthaf**kin-way
(I don't even trip when them fools be muggin me)
They wanna see the thug in me, dead with a slug in me
It's do or die, slip, creep or be crept on
Makin 'em swallow 32 hollow tips when the swept on
Rollin wit they heater
If fools get smoked, it ain't my fault
Plottin & catchin a mutha-f**ka slippin
What U Niggaz Thought
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
(Celly)
(What they be thinkin when they see you creepin through the streets?)
They wanna split me, but they know I'm boxin wit my heat
And under my seat, it's in my lap, I got it cocked back
Whatever the destination, can't be loose
'cause they be peelin' caps
(Yeah, I feel you) Naw, I don't even feel myself
So quick to blast, I can't get smoked unless I kill myself
(Damn) I lost my mind when I bought my nine
Fill it up with a thirty round clip
Like thallon tips all on your blind
Say throwin them thangs
So fool, put your hands down
Bailin through your hood, then catch you slippin wit your pants down
'cause when you slip, you're put to sleep, it ain't no wakin up
I got these Betty Crocker ass niggas cakin up
Peakin out the window, smoked like indo
Smoked like?
The shit that get you stuck when you see me raisin up outta the bush
(So you be creepin on the late night, right)
Naw, the best way to kill a nigga is in broad daylight
(Like dat) I thought you knew me but you went soft
Now it's 'bout time I cut your mutha-f**kin water off
Stompin in my steel-toes, bailin wit my H.I. double L. west niggas
Puttin y'all to rest niggas
Bring the chalk, scrape the bodies off the asphalt
It's on when you in my zone
What U Niggaz Thought
Repeat 1
Fuck tha world, yeah
Yeah, you got to sick wid' it hoes
Sick wid' it
The no limit soldiers
North, south to tha west Celly Cel
Celly Cel, Sikk the Shocker
Uh, huh, in this motherfucker
I'm in this, bitch, mob shit, nigga
Mob shit, respect
A'ight, check it, fuck tha world
Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Celly Cel, tell these busters by they self
They got no time to be trippin' on niggas
That's tryin' to keep me down
I put that bump in your trunk
And lace the nation's underground
Let them know about the ghetto mentality
Niggas get smoked for nothing at all
They want you up out of the game
When they see you get on your feet and ball
Faulty niggas never run me off my cellar lot
I always kick it, I ain't never had it
I wanna see every black man in the world with a meal ticket
Eatin' steak and lobster, crackin' crab, sippin' Don P till, they hurl
But in the meantime speakin' for all my niggas, fuck tha world
Man, I just touched down, me and Celly conversate on some plan
Until we got lip on the bud, 'fore this shit get up outta hand
Fuck niggas hatin', fuck a nigga lovin', I deal with it
See, I'm a No Limit Soldier, when it tops, I get sick wid' it
Niggas better stop like a sign or get drop like a dime
Fuck the four one on the trunk, I already got mine
See fuck you, fuck the click, fuck the girl that you with
Nigga, man, like fuck the whole world, I'm tryin' to get rich, bitch
Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich
Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich
Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich
Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich
What's up with it man?
You got a problem with the way I'm doin' my thang?
I lets my nuts hang then put these niggas the flash to go insane
Oh, that be me, let's kick it; just don't pull your tech late
We ride up on you and catch you slippin', checkmate
Lie down and best watch out everything, nowadays you can't trust
Now one of these niggas, they coulda been paid to put a head out on us
You understandin' me like I say
"Keep it in the family man, you can't miss"
Eliminate them haters and yo' mix, fuck tha world and feel bitch
Be about your money, nigga, all about your scratch
Everyday I gotta plot and make it
Till I'm on top to make my dollars and stats
On the real, we big time fuckin' ballers
Niggas, shot callers, lay in 'em drop tops, gold thangs and M-40's
Well, you gotta have big paper, nigga, just to fuckin' kick it
Ain't no bitches in the streets, nigga, this motherfucker get wicked
See, a multi-pep nigga, but I be true to this shit
First of all, about my money, fuck a bitch, I'm tryin' to get rich! Ugh
Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich
Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich
Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich
Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich
Crept from the bottom, man, I struggled all my motherfucking life
Use to have a razor blade, sliced through solid A1, wide knots
The only way to get some scrilla
If you knockin,' then fuck what you talkin'
Broke ass nigga everybody in the hood own thangs and you walkin'
You the same type of niggas that hate on everything that a playa do
Always talkin' about, "I woulda done this, I woulda done that" fuck you
Wark ass nigga, don't wanna see they don't get nothing
Don't wanna give me no props
Smile on your face when you post-up, stab you in the back
When you need a bluff
Well, fuck 'em! 'Cuz, see, we be all about our payday
From South to the West, bitch, we connect, bitch
We wreck this like an AK
Or get bang like some hoes or get hang like some clothes
When I be get done I'ma slap you like some motherfucking doe
But if only you blow, nigga, red like some rose
I yell your whole click outpick you bitch
You like some motherfucking F O
I'm all about my paper, nigga, I'm rowdy, bitch
I'm 'bout getting paid, so I say I'm 'bout gettin' rich
Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich
Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich
Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich
Fuck tha world, fuck tha world
Fuck a bitch, fuck a bitch
Fuck these haters, fuck these haters
Get rich, get rich
No limit, Sick Wid' It
Celly Cel, Silkk the Shocker
Ugh, 'bout it, 'bout it
South to the West
No Limit Soldiers and Sick Wid' It
Nigga, Celly Cel
Check this
(Celly Cel)
What's up for today, I'm tryin' to kick it, know the homie wit it
Soup up my dog, we hittin' corners, gettin' seven digits
'cause they come out when the sun out, it's on again
I make 'em grin when they see the chrome rim spin
Twenty inch, don't know I'm stingy like the Grinch
I penny-pinch, let them play once and sit the bench
It's a cinch, to pull 'em out of the season
If she choose me, don't let that broad be the reason
Smash off and leave a cloud, music bump loud
Ride through the park and let them fifteens move the crowd
Pop out and bail through somebody barbeque
Make a play, drink a brew, see what I can run through
And half naked in the summer, I'm collecting numbers
I tell 'em keep it on the under, waiting for the sun up
Go down so I can clown, late-night creeping
That's how we kick it, every day is tha weekend
(Otis & Shug) (Celly Cel)
We came to smoke (Yeah)
Light one bitch or foe (Uh huh)
Sippin' on some Henn (Uh)
'cause it's on again (It's on again)
We came to choke (That's right)
Light one bitch or foe (Uh huh)
Sippin' on some Gin
'cause every day is tha weekend
(Celly Cel)
Slide by the store, pull out them big faces
We livin' today, we gettin' drank by the case
Leavin' traces of burnt rubber on the floor
Everywhere we go, we light it up like the side show
I'm sittin' on the door hangin' out the vehicle
It's Breezy in the store, yellin' "Celly, where you feel to go?"
Straight-lacin', pervin' until I'm on my face and
No destination, follow me, I got the population
To get yo' go, it's on when we hit the scene
I know you feign for them sticky, mean collard greens
Blowin' zips, chasin' chips, watchin' money flip
Trade more stories, reminiscin' wit' my click
Takin' flicks, never know when the party over
Every summer, it seem like I lose another soldier
Even ones havin' fun gotta watch yo' back
They still creepin, every day is tha weekend
(Otis & Shug) (Celly Cel)
We came to smoke (You know)
Light one bitch or foe (Uh huh)
Sippin' on some Henn (Yeah right)
'cause it's on again (It's on again)
We came to choke (Uh huh)
Light one bitch or foe (Light somethin')
Sippin' on some Gin (Yeah)
'cause every day is tha weekend
(Celly Cel)
We sittin' on chrome, gold thangs and hubs
We get the party started when we step in the clubs
You can mug, but don't underestimate these thugs
You can holla at a playa, I got nuttin' but love
"There they go." That's what they say when we hit the floor
Get our groove on fo' sho', you know, that's how it go
Got tennis shoes on and I'm still gettin' in
See me at the bar, reelin' 'em in, I'm tryin' to win
Seen this notch with this tight dress on filin'
She kept smilin', sippin' on Long Islands
They was zealous, I love it when a woman choose
And when she hear this conversation, I can't lose
It don't stop, late night, still on the town
Slide by the after hours spot and put it down
That's how we do it, got the bomb and the fluid
The homies bringin' the freaks and every day is tha weekend
(Otis & Shug) (Celly Cel)
We came to smoke (You know)
Light one bitch or foe (Light somethin')
Sippin' on some Henn (Uh huh)
'cause it's on again (It's on again)
We came to choke (That's what we came fo')
Light one bitch or foe (You know)
Sippin' on some Gin (That's what we do)
'cause every day is tha weekend
We came to smoke (Who gon' smoke? Who wanna date tonight?)
Light one bitch or foe (Who got the Hennesey? Who gon' drink tonight?)
Sippin' on some Henn (Who gon' smoke? Who wanna date tonight?)
'cause it's on again (Who got the Hennesey? Who gon' drink tonight?)
We came to choke (Who gon' choke? Who wanna date tonight?)
Light one bitch or foe (Who got the Gin? Who gon' drink tonight?)
Sippin' on some Gin (Who gon' choke? Who wanna date tonight?)
[Celly Cel:]
Round mothafucking two
Celly Cel back in this mothafucka, fool
Dropping nothing but that bomb ass purple kush chronic
Making mothafuckers feel bionic
Gangsterism, playerism, is what I give 'em
You can playa-hate me but I'm living like it's
Thanksgiving
Round mothafucking two
Celly Cel, Hillside, that's what we do
I got that heat for your ass
That make the niggaz wanna blast
I got that game for these hoes
To make them come up out them clothes
I'm a make the whole world feel this real ass Killa
Kali ass bump
To make you niggaz wanna pump the trunk
And dump, on whoever, wherever, whenever you feel like
You know what I'm saying nigga
Round mothafucking two
Celly Cel, Celly Cel
And I want y'all to bump this shit
I want y'all to bump this shit
I want y'all to bump this shit
Til the mothafucking wheels fall off, bitch
Uh huh, yeah, fool
Yeah, yeah, uh
What's going down, it's that infrared beam
Mad dog mean mothafucka down with the women team
What's up mack ass freaks, still doing this for my
nigga Lil Whip
To my nigga Ned, Kaitlyn and my cousin Jamal
Stay strong players, them fools can't hold y'all, yeah
(Celly)
A slave to the hood without no money in my pants
Rollin with some heat to make a mothaf**ka dance
Had a chance to bail, had my hustle, but I blew that
I walked up in the gun store and ran out with a new gat
A double 4, out on my million dollar mission
To eleven fishin, kissin on my chrome, with scrilla in my vision
Can't move without the metal
Wanna hustle, so I figure I go out there when they posted up
And bust a nigga
(E-40)
But I'll go another way
Hopefully payday
But if I slip, dislocated? my hip?
And say what I gotta say boy
That's my new get-back
All kinds of things of that flava
The racketeering counterfeiter, nigga
Or half of whatever
Long as the weather's clever
My? might become a snitch for the vice
Ain't no killin, that's what hell told me
10 mil-a, then nigga break for the scrilla
(B-Legit)
Drunk niggas with the gauges loaded
55 kicks in them ages ho
But I don't want to beef 'cause the game be f**ked
Strip a mothaf**ka for his cars and money
Tag up a 600 SEL
A three-way split, me, 40 and Cel
About my mail, I was bound to have it
See you f**kin with a mothaf**kin savage
(E-40)
50 ways to get my scratch on fool
(Celly)
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
(B-Legit)
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
(Celly)
See I'm nothin but a killa doin dirt for the scrilla
(E-40)
50 ways to get my scratch on fool
(Celly)
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
(B-Legit)
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
(Celly)
See I'm nothin but a killa doin dirt for the scrilla
(B-Legit)
Landlord, landlord, where you at?
I'm hiding in the bushes with a baseball bat
I need that sack that you made today
Or watch me turn into Willie Maze
(Celly Cel)
On a mission for meal, and you know for sure, we gon' get it
It's the first bitch, give me your check so I can flip it
And when I do, she ain't gon' see a penny of the shit
Crime has a risk, but I'm in it for the scrilla
(E-40)
Gotta finalize your cash and make it greener
Electronic scale, triple beamer
Just as snaky as I wanna be, triflin dude
(F**k) goin by the book and stickin to them rules
(B-Legit)
Ten is the limit on the card I'm holdin
Shitty bank Visa, but the card is stolen
Retail price just paid me half
But you gotta come right with the cash
(E-40)
50 ways to get my scratch on fool
(Celly)
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
(B-Legit)
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
(Celly)
See I'm nothin but a killa doin dirt for the scrilla
(E-40)
50 ways to get my scratch on fool
(Celly)
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
(B-Legit)
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
(Celly)
See I'm nothin but a killa doin dirt for the scrilla
(E-40)
I done took a few heads for the scrilla B
I hope it don't come back and haunt me
Got funked with like 7 different crews
'cause I done jacked, kidnapped, and did dirt to them fools
Watchin my back, lookin over my shoulder blades
Hella sick 'cause I heard them niggas got granades
I'm from the base, so regardless of what I'm caught up in the tangle
Can't get up outta Dodge with this federal beeper on my ankle
(B-Legit)
Mothaf**kas don't ride there no more
Get snatched up in 9-6, 5 point 0
Took to the hills, and get stable man
While a nigga ridin off in a 'Stang
(Celly)
Man, I need some ends
But to get the ends, I gotta sin
? let me page a nigga, lie about what others spend
Bring me a pound, I got it sold on this side of town
You got that any way I pay
Fool, that's how it's goin down
Bring in his zippers
And I'mma bring the body ripper
The big dipper with a extra 30 round clipper
He brought it back, weighed out to the fullest
Little did he know, I had his name engraved on my bullet
Dumpin like a full-serve nigga pumpin gas
Had that heat for his ass, took his Yak and all his cash
I made a?, money hungry blood spiller
Straight killa, I did it for the scrilla
(E-40)
50 ways to get my scratch on fool
(Celly)
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
(B-Legit)
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
(Celly)
See I'm nothin but a killa doin dirt for the scrilla
(E-40)
50 ways to get my scratch on fool
(Celly)
I'm a killa for the scrilla and that's what we do
(B-Legit)
It's uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla
