Verse 1 *(Celly Cel)*
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, an ran out wit a new gat,
a double four, I don`t want my million dolla mission,
211, bitches kissin on my chrome wit skrilly 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.
Verse 2 *(E-40)*
But I can go anotha way, (notha way)
hopefully tighter, (tighter)
but if I slip, I slip,
dislocated my hip its suicidal,
that`s my new get back,
all kinds listen to that flavor,
the racateerin, racateerin,
copy bootin-legger,
or however, whatever,
long as the weathers clever,
my feelin the house might become a snitch fo the boss,
ain`t no tellin, ain`t no tellin,
on to meltin, meltin, meltin, meltin,
make a nigga bleed fo the skrilla
Verse 3 *(B-Legit)*
Three drunk niggaz wit they gages loaded,
55 kicks, an them Asian hoes,
but I don`t wanna beef, cuz the game be fake,
strip a mutha fucka fo his cars a must,
tagged up a 600 SEL,
a three way split, me, 40, an Cel,
about my mail I was bound to have,
see you fuckin wit a mutha fuckin Savage.
Chorus x2 *(Celly Cel, E-40, B-Legit)
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.
Verse 4 *(B-Legit)*
Landlord, landlord,
where you at??
I`m hidin in the bushes wit a baseball bat,
I need that sack that you made today,
or watch me turn into Willie Mays.
Verse 5 *(Celly Cel)*
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 fits, but I`m in it fo the skrilla bitch.
Verse 6 *(E-40)*
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 hood an stick it to them hoes.
Verse 7 *(B-Legit)*
Tenants are livin on the card, them hoes,
City Bank Visa, but the card is stole,
retail price, juss pay me half,
but you gotta come right wit the cash.
*(Chorus)* x2
Verse 8 *(E-40)*
I done took a few heads fo the skrill 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,
hella sneaky cuz I heard them niggaz 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.
Verse 9 *(B-Legit)*
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.
