[Celly]
A slave to the hood without no money in my pants
Rollin with some heat to make a mothafucka dance
Had a chance to bail, had my hustle, but I blew that
I walked up in the gun store and ran out with a new gat
A double 4, out on my million dollar mission
To ele

(Tupac) They say

Intro/Chorus:

(B-Legit) Influenced by crime, addicted to grindin
(C-Bo) Where I can pile up my chips
(Richie Rich) And niggaz call me a timer
(Tupac) I been ballin since my adolecsent years steady climbin
(E-40) Man, you motherfuckers don't know

Spoken intro]

"'ey n-gga."
"'sup."
"Get this sh-t right...they call this crypt right here.
This some real crypt tonight, right."
"C'mon, this ain't no motherf-cking crypt, fool."
"Man, that's crypt, n-gga! That ain't no ordinary light green n-gga,
that

From a nickel and dime ass nigga
To a top top top....big rigga
Check it
Check it Out
Check it Out
Check it Out
Check it
Check it Out
Check it Out
Check it Out
Check it Out
Check it

B-Legit:
It ain't cell in this town that can hold
And fuc

Levitti:
Would you come and swoop me
I'm in your city
Would you come and swoop me
I'm in your city
B-Legit:
Get's my freak on...

I get my sneak on
Hop in the Brome
Call baby on the cellular
Wassup I'm in your area
And is it cool tonight for you to li

Bitch I'm a hard head nigga
So don't ask me
I know a gang of motherfuckers say they gone blast me
Catch me dippin to some screw
Attitude rude, drippin sweat, about to finger-fuck this tech
I leave em stretch reaching for a rifle
Got him a pump before a nigga to duck to

B-Legit (Levitti)
And it goes down, like this, like this
(Into my des-ti-ny , now I see now I see)
And it goes like this, like this
(Was once confused by these haters, now I see now I see)

Im in the house about six, twist the lit
I park my V-Hic feedin my bitch
They

[E-40] Youse a fool. You sound like you fin to earl
They can have all the armor but that calm doesn't harm

Chorus One: E-40

Double cross the game, and get yo' head to' off
Disrespect the game, ya get yo' head to' off
Your faulty bitches main? A getcha head to' off
Fuc

B-Legit:
So much mail I can hardly spend it
VS lumps in my rolex pendent
Shit been spending for the past ten years
Face done escaped all tatooed tears
I guess I can only thank the Lord for that
'Cuz shit was gettin' hectice tryin' to get my scratch
If it wasn't them o

B-legit:
I clear the corners like homers with the bass is strong(?)
They can't stand to see me with it so i fakes no funk
No punk in my bloodline
Just killas and shit
Ride to town like the biggest dope dealers with grip, bitch
It ain't easy being wealthy
Staying healt

A young hog in the hood playin' chase
Smile on his face
Havin' fun 'cuz it ain't nothin' like this place
And you don't wanna race
Fool I got the new ones on
And we can run from the corner to the Newman's home
And after that we goin' go raid the plum tree
And stick bal

Little Bruce:
I got Now and Later, bubble gum and sour candies
With a trunk load of cookies like Amos and Andy
Got the bud from Hershey and Mr. M&M
And me and Willy Wonka is old school friends
It's the american dream
On the triple beam
Little Bruce got the bomb as

[female singer:]
Oooooooh, oooh-ahhhhh
Ahhh-huhhhh-huhhhhhhhh
Ahh-huh-hahhhhh!
Ooooh-hoooooo
Oooooooooh-ah
Ahh-hhh-hhhhhhh

[unknown synthesized voices:]
If you wanna ride out with some beats that knock
With that hog in your trunk beatin down the block
Ge

It's in the game!

It's in the game!

[B-Legit]
Two to fo months on federal hold
I been good, can't believe the game is cold
Somebody told, that I couldn't handle my floss
Across the bay snitches tryin to shake shit off
I made a call to my lawyer, one to my bitch

B-Legit:
Bitch I got beam like Scotty
Leave you spotty
When I point this aim at your brain
And leave them hollow thangs in your body
Lodi-dodi I drinks Bacardi
Gets dick hard drunk
When I'm off that skunk punk
And you don't wanna dance tingo tango
I let my lef

Yeah, now this is here is something that you never ever in life do
You know

It goes down in my click the dogs they all simmer
At the same time , 96 to the hard top brandy wine
Gettin' mine in a big fashion
11 pounds in the back of the Volvo wagon
Money long like the per

Daz spoken:
Shhhh
You know what I'm saying
Just ballin on their ass
They don't understand this shit
You know what I'm saying
You know what I'm saying
From Vallejo to the Beach gotta keep stacking them chips

Daz:
Who could do it like I do it in and out about

Only mess with those hustlers
Never mess with those bustas
Only role with those hustlers
Never mess with no bustas

B-Legit:
Addyup(?) cuz' they done fucked
Wit a nigga tryin' to get a buck
I leave 'em stuck posted up at a stand still
Beat the case off of Dan Vil

[B-Legit]
Me and Too $hort we do the frequent miles
In and out of ports keep secret files
First peep the smile, Then flash the wrist
Diamonds get them pissy when its stashed like this
On a flash like this
According to the script
Hoes do the choosin, A boss he flipped<

[Verse 1: Rame Royal]

I let the dark metal bark wit no emotion
sharply focused
tearin through yo heart like a shark in the ocean
what gave you the notion that you could slow my hustle
take a share my business
I make you bear witness to this Oakland quarter sack vandall<