Celly Cel, E-40, B-Legit - 4 Tha Scrilla lyrics

A slave to the hood
Have no money in my pants
Rollin wit some heat to make
A mutha fucka dance had a chance to bubble
Had my hustle but I blew that
I walked up in the gun store and
Ran out wit a new gat a double four
I don't want my million dolla mission
211, bitches kissin on my chrome
Wit skrillas in my vision
Can't move wit out the mail, wanna hustle
So I figga I go out there when
They posted up an rush a nigga

But, I can go anotha way (notha way)
Hopefully payday (payday)
What if I slipped and say I dislocated my
Hip and sue the fuck out of Safeway
That's my new get back
All kinds of things of that flavor
The racateerin, racateerin


Copy bootin legger or however, whatever
Long as the weather's clever
Might pull a heist might become
A snitch fo the vice
Ain't no tellin, ain't no tellin
That's what Harold told Melvin ten millaaaa
Make a nigga bleed fo the skrilla

Three drunk niggas wit they gauges loaded
(Gauges loaded)
55 kicks in them agents ho (Agents ho)
But, I don't wanna beef, cuz the game be fake
(Game be fake)
Strip a mutha fucka fo his cars and money
(Fo his cars and money)
Tagged up a 600 SEL (yeah)
A three way split, me, 40, an Cel (yeah)
About my mail I was bound to have it
(Bound to have it)
See you fuckin wit a mutha fuckin Savage
(Biddy-iddy-itch)

50 ways to get my scratch on fool
I'm a killa fo the skrilla, that's what we do
It's, ah, fo the skrilla
I did it fo the skrilla
See I'm nuthin but a killa
Doin dirt fo the skrilla

Landlord, landlord
Where you at? (Where ya at!?)
I'm hidin in the bushes wit a baseball bat
(baseball bat)
I need that sack that you made today (today)
Or watch me turn into Willie Mays
(Willie Mays)

On a mission fo my mail
An you know fo sho we gonna get it
It's the first bitch
Gimme yo check so I can flip it
An when I do
She ain't gonna see a penny of this shit
Cryin havin fit's
But, I'm in it fo the skrilla bitch

Gotta fertilize yo cash an make it greener
Electrictronic scale triple beamer
Juss as sneaky as I wanna be, trifle do
Fuck goin by the books and
Stickin to them rules

Ten is the limit on the card I'm holdin
Citibank Visa, but the card is stolen
Retail price, just pay me half
But, you gotta come right with the cash

I done took a few heads fo the skriller Bay
Hope it don't come back an haunt me
Got funk wit like seven different crews
Cuz I done jacked, kidnapped
An did dirt to them fools watch my back
Been lookin over my shoulder blades
Hella sneaky cuz I heard
Them niggas got grenades
I'm from the Bay so regardless
What I'm caught up in, this tangle
Can't get up out the Dodge
Wit this federal beeper on my ankle

Mutha fuckaz don't ride fair no mo
Get snatched out the 9-6, 5 point 0
Took to the hills to get stapled man
While a nigga ride off in a Stang

Man I need some ends
But to get the ends I gotta sin
Fuck it, let me page a nigga
Lie bout what I'm a spend bring me a pound
I got it sold on this side of town
You got that yey, you weigh, I pay
Fool that's how it's goin down
Bring it in zippers
An I'm a bring the body ripper
The big dipper
Wit an extra thirty round clipper
He brought it back
Weighed out to the fullest
Little did he know I had his
Name engraved on my bullet
Dumpin like a fool, served, nigga pumpin gas
Had that heat fo his ass
Took his yey an all his cash
I made him feel a, money hungry blood spilla
Straight killa, I did it fo the skrilla