featuring B Legit E 40
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Verse 1 *(Celly Cel)*
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A slave to the hood have no money in my pants
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rollin wit some heat to make a mutha fucka dance
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had a chance to bubble had my hustle but I blew that
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I walked up in the gun store an ran out wit a new gat
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a double four I don't want my million dolla mission
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211 bitches kissin on my chrome wit skrilly in my vision
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can't move wit out the mail wanna hustle,
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so I figga I go out there when they posted up an rush a nigga.
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Verse 2 *(E-40)*
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But I can go anotha way, (notha way)
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hopefully tighter, (tighter)
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but if I slip, I slip,
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dislocated my hip its suicidal,
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that's my new get back,
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all kinds listen to that flavor,
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the racateerin, racateerin,
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copy bootin-legger,
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or however, whatever,
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long as the weathers clever,
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my feelin the house might become a snitch fo the boss,
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ain't no tellin, ain't no tellin,
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on to meltin, meltin, meltin, meltin,
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make a nigga bleed fo the skrilla
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Verse 3 *(B-Legit)*
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Three drunk niggaz wit they gages loaded,
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55 kicks, an them Asian hoes,
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but I don't wanna beef, cuz the game be fake,
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strip a mutha fucka fo his cars a must,
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tagged up a 600 SEL,
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a three way split, me, 40, an Cel,
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about my mail I was bound to have,
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see you fuckin wit a mutha fuckin Savage.
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Chorus x2 *(Celly Cel, E-40, B-Legit)
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50 ways to get my scratch on fool,
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I'm a killa fo the skrilla, that's what we do,
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It's, ah, fo the skrilla, I did it fo the skrilla,
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see I'm nuthin but a killa doin dirt fo the skrilla.
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Verse 4 *(B-Legit)*
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Landlord, landlord,
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where you at??
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I'm hidin in the bushes wit a baseball bat,
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I need that sack that you made today,
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or watch me turn into Willie Mays.
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Verse 5 *(Celly Cel)*
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On a mission fo my mail,
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an you know fo sho we gonna get it,
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it's the first bitch, gimme yo check so I can flip it,
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an when I do, she ain't gonna see a penny of this shit,
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cryin havin fits, but I'm in it fo the skrilla bitch.
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Verse 6 *(E-40)*
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Gotta fertilize yo cash an make it greener,
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electrictronic scale triple beamer,
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juss as sneaky as I wanna be, trifle do,
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fuck goin by the hood an stick it to them hoes.
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Verse 7 *(B-Legit)*
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Tenants are livin on the card, them hoes,
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City Bank Visa, but the card is stole,
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retail price, juss pay me half,
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but you gotta come right wit the cash.
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*(Chorus)* x2
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Verse 8 *(E-40)*
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I done took a few heads fo the skrill Bay,
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hope it don't come back an haunt me,
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got funk wit like seven different crews,
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cuz I done jacked, kidnapped, an did dirt to them fools,
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watch my back,
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been lookin over my shoulder,
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hella sneaky cuz I heard them niggaz got grenades,
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I'm from the Bay so regardless what I'm caught up in, this tangle,
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can't get up out the Dodge, wit this federal beeper on my ankle.
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Verse 9 *(B-Legit)*
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Mutha fuckaz don't ride fair no mo,
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get snatched out the 9-6, 5 point 0,
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took to the hills to get stapled man,
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while a nigga ride off in a Stang.
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Verse 10 *(Celly Cel)*
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Man I need some ends,
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but to get the ends I gotta sin,
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fuck it, let me page a nigga live, bout what I'm a spend,
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bring me a pound, I got it sewn on this side of town,
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you got that yay, you weigh, i pay, fool that's how it's goin down,
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bring it in zippers, an I'm a bring the body ripper,
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the big dipper, wit an extra thirty round clipper,
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he brought it back, laid out to the fullest,
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little did he know I had his name engraved on my bullet,
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dumpin like a fool, served, nigga pumpin gas,
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had that heat fo his ass, took his jacket an all his cash,
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I made him fill a, money hoe, we blood spilla,
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straight killa, I did it fo the skrilla.
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*(Chorus)* x2
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4 Tha Scrilla
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Celly Cel |