| Alright, what’s up, what’s up, what’s up
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| Celly Cel, Celly Cell up in here once again
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| I’m about to put it down, it’s only one way to do it
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| Only one way, check it out, check it out
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| Dust kicker, quick to twist a nigga up in knots
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| Never miss a not, quick to twist and shake up in the rocks
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| Drop it on the wood and dry it up
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| Throw it in a Ziploc tie it up, dope fiends buy it up
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| Now it’s a clutch of sluggin' G’s in this motherfucker
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| Now fuck what’s up, let’s move kis in this motherfucker
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| So any nigga with some cash on my line
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| Can’t do nothin' but bubble cause it’s A-1 every time
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| White outs and won’t crumble when ya slice
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| Keep comin' to see me I’m knockin' something off the price
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| I got work for the playas in need
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| If you bout to head to feed you just some niggas gotta bleed
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| So keep the game tight, hustle on a late night
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| Bring me money, don’t come up short and we straight right
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| Close shop, when I run I hit the one way
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| Why you sell yo, fool it’s the only way
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| They told me to get a 9 to 5
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| Cause niggas like me in the street don’t survive
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| But I hustle all day, before I lay
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| In the Bay, for me it’s the only way
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| They told me to get a 9 to 5
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| Cause niggas like me in the street don’t survive
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| But I hustle all day, before I lay
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| In the Bay, for me it’s the only way
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| Back on the scene and I’m sittin' on trust status
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| Told my tester, drop it on his apparatus
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| Clientele, I seen em' comin' and I seen em' gone
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| Sweaty palms itchin' with them high beams on
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| And when ya movin' too much niggas be gettin' jealous
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| They see police on the corner and won’t even tell us
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| So it’s do or die, you can stay true or lie
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| Now we know you and I is two bird that don’t fly
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| Together, separate mine from ya funky style
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| Niggas be gossipin' while I be watchin' money pile
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| Smile now and get crossed up
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| Take yo clientele and raise the cost up
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| Have yo ass tossed up
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| Switchin' all ya yea to fetti
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| The big dog is on the block them lil' puppies ain’t ready
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| Bow wow yippy-yay bow down to the Bay
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| Hey why you sell yay, it’s the only way
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| When they get scrilla please give me a holla
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| Cause I was servin' up a short one for some of they dollars
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| With nickels and dimes I’m gettin' mine, even scrap iron
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| Trade for jewels, new clothes, and the strap firin'
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| Without jammin' and I’m addin' to my throw aways
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| Def niggas in the cut ridin' like stowaways
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| Everybody got yea in they draws
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| Hit a fence on the Feds cause they be squeezin' ya balls
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| And when they leave it’s time to set up shop
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| And if ya shortstop, ain’t no mercy nigga bop, bop
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| Drop down and make ya way up out the Bomb-Bay
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| Took his money and his yea, it’s the only way |