[ Featuring Silkk the Shocker ]
[Featuring Silkk The Shocker]
S: F*ck tha world C: Yeah
S: Yeah C: You got to sick with it hoes
S: Sick with it C: The No Limit Soldiers
S: North South to tha West C: Celly Cel
S: Celly Cel C: Silkk the Shocker
S: Uh huh C: In this motherf*cker
S: I'm in this bitch C: Mob shit nigga
S: Mob shit C: Respect
S: A'ight check it C: F*ck tha world
S: F*ck tha world C: F*ck tha world
S: Celly Cel tell these busters by theyself
Celly Cel:
They got no time to be trippin' on
Niggas that's tryin' to keep me down
I put that bumpin' on 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 our of the game
When they see you get on your feet and ball
Faulty niggas never run me off my cellblock
I always kick it
I ain't never had it
I want to see every black man
In the world with a meal ticket
Eatin' steak and lobster
Crackin' crab, sippin' Don P 'til they hurl
But in the meantime
Speakin' for all my niggas
F*ck tha world!
Silkk:
Man, I just touched down
Me and Celly think up on some plan
Until we got lip on the bud
'Fore this shit get up outta hand
F*ck niggas hatin'
F*ck niggas lovin'
I deal with it
See, I'm a No Limit Soldier
When it tops
I get sick with it
Niggas better stop like a sign
Or they drop like a dime
F*ck the 4 1 on the trunk
Already got mine
See f*ck you
F*ck the click
F*ck the girl that you with
Nigga, man, like f*ck the whole world
I'm tryin' to get rich
Bitch!
Celly Cel, then Silkk
Chorus 4x:
F*ck tha world (f*ck tha world)
F*ck a bitch (f*ck a bitch)
F*ck these haters (f*ck these haters)
Get rich (get rich)
Celly Cel
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 check late
We ride up on you and catch you slippin'
Checkmate!
Lie down and best watch out
Every thang nowadays you can't trust
Now one of these niggas
They coulda been paid to put a head out on us
You understanding' me like I say
Keep it in the family, man
You can't miss
Eliminate them haters and you mix
F*ck tha world
Bitch!
Silkk:
Be and watch your money
Nigga all about your scratch
Everyday I gotta plot and
Make it 'til I'm on top
To make my dollars and stats
On the real
We big time f*ckin' ballers
Niggas, shot callers
Lay in 'em drop tops
Gold thangs and M-40's
Well you gotta have
Big paper, nigga
Just to f*ckin' kick it
Ain't no bitches in the streets, nigga
This motherf*cker get wicked
See, a multi pet nigga
But I be TRU to this shit
First of all, about my money
F*ck a bitch
I'm tryin' to get rich!
Chorus:
Celly Cel:
Crept from the bottom
Man, I struggled all my motherf*cking life
Use to have a razor blade
Sliced through solid, eh, one
Why not?
The only way to get some scrilla
If you knockin,' then f*ck what you talkin'
Broke ass nigga
Owe everything in the hood owe thangs
If you walkin'
You the same type of niggas
That hate on everything a playa do
Always talkin' about
I woulda done this
I woulda done that
F*ck you!
Wark ass nigga don't want to see
They don't get nothing'
Don't want to give me no props
Smile on your face
When you post-up
Stab you in the back
When you need a bluff
Silkk:
Well, f*ck 'em!
'cause, see, we be all about our payday
From South to the West
Bitch, we connect, bitch
We wreck this like an AK
I get bang like some hoes
I get hang like some clothes
When I get done I'ma slap you
Like some motherf*cking dough
But if only you blow
Nigga, red like some rose
I hope your whole click pick you the bitch
You like some motherf*cking F O
I'm all about my paper, nigga
I'm rowdy, bitch
I'm 'bout getting paid
So, I'm bout getting rich
Chorus
