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(feat. Silkk the Shocker) [S:] Fuck tha world [C:] Yeah [S:] Yeah [C:] You got to Sick Wid' It hoes [S:] Sick Wid' 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 motherfucker [S:] I'm in this bitch [C:] Mob shit, nigga [S:] Mob shit [C:] Respect [S:] A'ight, check it [C:] Fuck tha world [S:] Fuck tha world [C:] Fuck tha world [S:] Celly Cel, tell these busters by theyself [Celly Cel] They got no time to be trippin' on niggas Letras de cancionesthat's tryin' to keep me down I put that bump in 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 out of the game when they see you get on your feet and ball Faulty niggas never run me off my cellar lot, I always kick it I ain't never had it I wanna 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 Fuck tha world! [Silkk] Man, I just touched down, me and Celly conversate on some plan Until we got lip on the bud, 'fore this shit get up outta hand Fuck niggas hatin', fuck a nigga lovin', I deal with it See, I'm a No Limit Soldier, when it tops, I get Sick Wid' It Niggas better stop like a sign or get drop like a dime Fuck the 4 1 on the trunk, I already got mine See fuck you, fuck the click, fuck the girl that you with Nigga, man, like fuck the whole world I'm tryin' to get rich, bitch! [1 x4: Celly Cel (Silkk):] Fuck tha world (Fuck tha world) Fuck a bitch (Fuck a bitch) Fuck these haters (Fuck 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 tech late We ride up on you and catch you slippin', checkmate! Lie down and best watch out everything, nowadays you can't trust Now one of these niggas, they coulda been paid to put a head out on us You understandin' me like I say "Keep it in the family, man, you can't miss" Eliminate them haters and yo' mix, fuck tha world and feel bitch! [Silkk] Be about 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 fuckin' ballers Niggas, shot callers, lay in 'em drop tops, gold thangs and M-40's Well you gotta have big paper, nigga, just to fuckin' kick it Ain't no bitches in the streets, nigga, this motherfucker get wicked See, a multi-pep nigga, but I be TRU to this shit First of all, about my money, fuck a bitch I'm tryin' to get rich! Ugh! [Repeat 1] [Celly Cel] Crept from the bottom, man, I struggled all my motherfucking life Use to have a razor blade, sliced through solid A1, wide knots The only way to get some scrilla; if you knockin,' then fuck what you talkin' Broke ass nigga everybody in the hood own thangs, and you walkin' You the same type of niggas that hate on everything that a playa do Always talkin' about "I woulda done this, I woulda done that" Fuck you! Wark ass nigga, don't wanna see they don't get nothing Don't wanna give me no props Smile on your face; when you post-up, stab you in the back When you need a bluff [Silkk] Well, fuck 'em! Cuz, see, we be all about our payday From South to the West, bitch, we connect, bitch We wreck this like an AK Or get bang like some hoes or get hang like some clothes When I be get done I'ma slap you like some motherfucking doe But if only you blow, nigga, red like some rose I yell your whole click outpick you bitch You like some motherfucking F O I'm all about my paper, nigga, I'm rowdy, bitch I'm 'bout getting paid, so I say I'm 'bout gettin' rich [Repeat 1] [Silkk] No Limit Sick Wid' It Celly Cel Silkk the Shocker Ugh, bout it, bout it South to the West No Limit Soldiers and Sick Wid' It Nigga, Celly Cel Check this Fuck 'em! From Letras Mania