[Intro]
Yeah, you got Celly Cel back in this muthafucka
Once again, you know
`Bout to drop this soul playa shit on y`all
You know, nothin` but that realness
Can ya feel this though
Yeah.. Gonna ride wit ya nigga cuz it`s goin` down
They say break yo`self or make yo`self
So I said fuck it, bought a glock so I could take myself
Through all this soft shit a nigga face as a youngsta
Loc`ed ass niggas made that hillside a monster
OG`s hoopin` at the school house & shootin` dice
In & out the pen, real niggas might ? nice
Made this hog get the brew
Made me hit the weed
Eatin` at the ho house
Moms know a nigga kill
Go to my room, sleep off my high, and hit the door
Tellin` myself I ain`t smokin` weed no more
But you know
Them lies as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin` dank `til the sun rise
Walk into the school house
Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell and spread rumors
Boxin` toe to toe & everybody in a circle
Sockin` mutha-fuckas `til they eyes turn purple
Ain`t no set trippin`, no jumpin`, it`s just 1 on 1
Fools throwin` thangs to the end
Back then, it was fun
No gunshots
No need to hit the floor
But after shool
The whole city woken up
Let`s hit the park fool
To see a little league, a Babe Ruth baseball game
Niggas was down there cuttin` up or throwin` thangs
Chasin` 5 off for hot dogs & fries bitch
But back then, you still couldn`t tell a nigga shit
1 - (Can`t tell me shit)
Bitch made niggas can`t tell a nigga shit
(They can`t tell me shit)
Skanlezz Azz Bytchez can`t tell a nigga shit
(Can`t tell me shit)
Punk police can`t tell a nigga shit
(They can`t tell a nigga shit)
Fuck you bitch - you can`t tell a nigga shit
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Got a little older, now the park is a joke
`Cause all the ball players out there slangin` dope
Some of my niggas is on grimmies, but I didn`t slip
Ain`t that a bitch, you can`t tell a nigga shit
So I mind my own, find my home
Now I`m in the zone
Behind Farmers in the alley, gettin` my money on
Had 10 dollas & JB gave me the other 10
Bought a breakdown, now I`m Gone With The Wind
Brakes with the ???, ounces & QP`s
The half ki`s, now I`m sellin` weight to the G`s
Hit Oxford Street, spent a grip, now I`m ready to go
To Hogan Hoctors, it be bitches at the talent show
And for all & hoop games had hoes
Hilail & Hogie, you know it was on fo` sho`
Reece assists & Redge with the Tamahawk ? up
Then the whole town, mobbin` down to the waterfront
Niggas in Granadas, Cougars & Mustangs
Stars & Volvos
Nobody fuckin` with them ? thangs
Me, G-Roc, JB & Lil` C-Mo
Puffin` on indo
Splittin` 4 double O Z`s
Young G`s tryin` to live
And when they shut the ship door, we goin` under the bridge
Gettin` whip-lash from the brake gas mash and dip
`Cause back then, you couldn`t tell a nigga shit
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Made it to a G, but ain`t no love in my city
Now we set trippin`, all these fools actin` shitty
Niggas wanna reel me in, but didn`t know
When you fuckin` wit the big fish, you fuckin` wit a funeral
No more toe to toe
HK-44`s
Now what they know about the mutha fuckin` murda shows
Strap on my right hand side, in the Bay area
Shit is gettin` scarier
Niggas are ???
Fuck the bird, I`m the nigga bailin` ? early
Trigga happy nigga wit a head fulla Shirlies, on
Christian brothas in ???
Or drinkin` hurricanes wit my niggas in da click
So deep, I can`t call it
Spend about a million dollas at the liquor store
I`m just an alcoholic
40, Water & Legit put me on the map
Got my foot in the door, now I`m givin` up dank
Sick wit his last job, my 9 to 5
The shit I used to dream about is how I survive
Lifestyle of a mack
Funk for life
Some Heat 4 Yo` Azz
Them Killa Kali niggas blast and smash
Without a murda weapon or a witness
Too many niggas in yo` car, risky business
They turn snitches
Break down & have the po-po`s at yo` front door
And all real niggas know
Who rides sucka-free, on the solo
When you empty the clip, they can`t tell a nigga shit
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