One by one goes the in the clip Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're to start shit Heat comin' from the with a cloud of smoke Dead bodies on the when these fools get loc'ed
It's crazy in the street, pack some heat for a Mobbin' through the tryin' to murder muthafuckas 211's day, liquor store and bank jobs D boys gettin' robbed, get jacked for they mobbs
a nigga to do, can't survive without a gun Snitches in the street, a livin' on the run It's fun but the pen is like smokin' Locked up on a make any nigga stress
You can a vest, it won't stop two to the head Shot you in face and now your ass is better off dead Talkin' get you smoked quick No to save a hoe because they can't live without dick
So I on the mail, Celly Cel Ain't no playa-hatin nigga, I got too heat to sell Fairy tales I never kick, it's in my veins I kicked it with the O G's pickin up on
Get your money on, fuck a and get ghost And one in the chamber for them fools that play you close Them sick wid' it niggas keep the beat 4 yo azz Ciggedy-Cel, the figgedy-funky got some heat 4 yo azz
Some 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz Them sick wid' it nigga got the 4 yo azz Some heat 4 yo azz, some 4 yo azz That nigga Cel got some heat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz, heat 4 yo azz Them sick wid' it nigga got the 4 yo azz Some 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz That nigga Celly Cel got some 4 yo azz
sick wid' it niggas got the beat up comin' with some heat Them muthafuckas tryin' to get a buck in the streets day a nigga wanna test yo skill And playa-hatas to see a nigga comin' real
The H I L L S I D E Down with the P G, niggas wanna see me Act a fuckin' fool, shootin' up the Happy on the trigger my nigga Frank Nitty
get into the C thang, hillside slang It's a hillside from the hillside, mang Smokin' 'em like a sack, rollin' 'em in a zag Hittin' 'em with the and zippin' 'em up in bodybags
I go fools get to actin' crazy Wanna let they nuts hang, they can fade me So I keep a mug on my face Rollin' with some heat, sippin' on a straight
A speed chase, bank it in the side pocket Po-po's can't with the 350 rocket my hood it's all good when I'm on the gas Checkin' the and the jackers that try to blast
Tricks of the trade already made, gangster got it Never panic pressure when it's goin' down a bomb, nigga, mobb beats 4 yo azz Ciggedy-Cel, the figgedy-funky nigga got heat 4 yo azz
heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz Them sick wid' it got the beat 4 yo azz heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz That Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz
Some 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz Them sick wid' it got the beat 4 yo azz heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz That nigga Cel got some heat 4 yo azz
'em off somethin' proper for the nine-fo' In the do' is of that heat 4 yo azz, hoe Little hoes and the don't-know's need to A nigga that who ain't comin' out the gate slow
and and pandlin', hoe handlin' the whole bit Killers move in silence, nigga, I talk shit I see them loudmouth keep gettin' dead And the silent ones on 25 to bids
You gotta pack heat in the street, it's goin' down If you ain't down you better move to a square Niggas talk shit, and smoke weed up Hit the county straight P C'd up
You know who really down till the funk jump Same one that jump and the finger points at the And your wasn't down from the get-go Don't you know how that bitch-made shit go?
points get to the point quicker 'Cause talkin' shit of liquor thinkin' that you're sicker Than the next nigga'll get you full of bullet Stayin' on my toes and I can't let go Of this mobb that I kick 4 yo azz Ciggedy-Cel the nigga got some heat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz, some 4 yo azz Them sick it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz Some 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz
Some 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz Some 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz