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S: F**k tha world C: Yeah |
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S: Yeah C: You got to Sick Wid' It hoes |
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S: Sick Wid' It C: The No Limit Soldiers |
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S: North, South to tha West C: Celly Cel |
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S: Celly Cel C: Silkk the Shocker |
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S: Uh, huh C: In this motherf**ker |
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S: I'm in this bitch C: Mob shit, nigga |
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S: Mob shit C: Respect |
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S: A'ight, check it C: F**k tha world |
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S: F**k tha world C: F**k tha world |
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S: Celly Cel, tell these busters by theyself |
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(Celly Cel) |
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They got no time to be trippin' on niggas |
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that's tryin' to keep me down |
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I put that bump in your trunk and lace the nation's underground |
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Let them know about the ghetto mentality, |
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niggas get smoked for nothing at all |
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They want you up out of the game |
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when they see you get on your feet and ball |
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Faulty niggas never run me off my cellar lot, I always kick it |
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I ain't never had it |
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I wanna see every black man in the world with a meal ticket |
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Eatin' steak and lobster, crackin' crab, sippin' Don P 'til they hurl |
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But in the meantime speakin' for all my niggas |
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F**k tha world! |
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(Silkk) |
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Man, I just touched down, me and Celly conversate on some plan |
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Until we got lip on the bud, 'fore this shit get up outta hand |
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F**k niggas hatin', f**k a nigga lovin', I deal with it |
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See, I'm a No Limit Soldier, when it tops, I get Sick Wid' It |
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Niggas better stop like a sign or get drop like a dime |
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F**k the 4 1 on the trunk, I already got mine |
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See f**k you, f**k the click, f**k the girl that you with |
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Nigga, man, like f**k the whole world |
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I'm tryin' to get rich, bitch! |
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1- (Celly Cel) (Silkk) 4x: |
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F**k tha world (F**k tha world) |
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F**k a bitch (F**k a bitch) |
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F**k these haters (F**k these haters) |
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Get rich (Get rich) |
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(Celly Cel) |
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What's up with it man? |
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You got a problem with the way I'm doin' my thang? |
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I lets my nuts hang then put these niggas the flash to go insane |
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Oh, that be me, let's kick it; just don't pull your tech late |
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We ride up on you and catch you slippin', checkmate! |
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Lie down and best watch out everything, nowadays you can't trust |
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Now one of these niggas, they coulda been paid to put a head out on us |
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You understandin' me like I say |
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"Keep it in the family, man, you can't miss" |
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Eliminate them haters and yo' mix, f**k tha world and feel bitch! |
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(Silkk) |
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Be about your money, nigga, all about your scratch |
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Everyday I gotta plot and make it |
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'til I'm on top to make my dollars and stats |
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On the real, we big time f**kin' ballers |
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Niggas, shot callers, lay in 'em drop tops, gold thangs and M-40's |
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Well you gotta have big paper, nigga, just to f**kin' kick it |
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Ain't no bitches in the streets, nigga, this motherf**ker get wicked |
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See, a multi-pep nigga, but I be TRU to this shit |
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First of all, about my money, f**k a bitch |
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I'm tryin' to get rich! Ugh! |
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Repeat 1 |
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(Celly Cel) |
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Crept from the bottom, man, I struggled all my motherf**king life |
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Use to have a razor blade, sliced through solid A1, wide knots |
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The only way to get some scrilla; |
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if you knockin,' then f**k what you talkin' |
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Broke ass nigga everybody in the hood own thangs, and you walkin' |
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You the same type of niggas that hate on everything that a playa do |
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Always talkin' about "I woulda done this, I woulda done that" F**k you! |
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Wark ass nigga, don't wanna see they don't get nothing |
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Don't wanna give me no props |
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Smile on your face; when you post-up, stab you in the back |
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When you need a bluff |
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(Silkk) |
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Well, f**k 'em! 'cause, see, we be all about our payday |
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>From South to the West, bitch, we connect, bitch |
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We wreck this like an AK |
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Or get bang like some hoes or get hang like some clothes |
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When I be get done I'ma slap you like some motherf**king doe |
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But if only you blow, nigga, red like some rose |
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I yell your whole click outpick you bitch |
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You like some motherf**king F O |
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I'm all about my paper, nigga, I'm rowdy, bitch |
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I'm 'bout getting paid, so I say I'm 'bout gettin' rich |
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Repeat 1 |
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(Silkk) |
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No Limit |
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Sick Wid' It |
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Celly Cel |
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Silkk the Shocker |
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Ugh, bout it, bout it |
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South to the West |
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No Limit Soldiers and Sick Wid' It |
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Nigga, Celly Cel |
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Check this |
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F**k 'em! |
