Lyrics

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 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 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 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 L 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 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 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 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'd 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 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 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
Writer(s): Michael Mosley, Tenina Stevens, Glenda Joyce Hudson, Dave Jr. Roberson, Albert Vernon Hudson, Theodore Dudley, Gregory Allen Greene, Terry Wayne Morgan, Samuel Ramone Bostic, Johnathon Meadows, Marceles James Mccarver Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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