Fuck Tha World

Celly Cel

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    Featuring silkk the shocker]
    S: fuck 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 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 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 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 think up on some plan
    Until we got lip on the bud
    'fore this shit get up outta hand
    Fuck niggas hatin'
    Fuck 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
    Fuck the 4 1 on the trunk
    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!
    Celly cel, then silkk
    Chorus 4x:
    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 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
    Fuck 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 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 pet nigga
    But i be tru to this shit
    First of all, about my money
    Fuck a bitch
    I'm tryin' to get rich!
    Chorus:
    Celly cel:
    Crept from the bottom
    Man, i struggled all my motherfucking 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 fuck 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
    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
    I get bang like some hoes
    I get hang like some clothes
    When i get done i'ma slap you
    Like some motherfucking dough
    But if only you blow
    Nigga, red like some rose
    I hope your whole click pick you the 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'm bout getting rich
    Chorus

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    Composición: Silkk the Shocker y Marceles McCarver

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