[ VERSE 1 ]
One by one goes the bullets in the clip
Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start %#@!

Heat comin from the barrel with a cloud of smoke
Dead bodies on the ground when these fools get loc'ed
It's crazy in the street, pack some heat for a sucker

Mobbin through the town tryin to murder mutha$#&@as
211's every day, liquor store and bank jobs
D boys gettin robbed, ^!$$%s get jacked for they mobbs

What's a ^!$$% to do, can't survive without a gun
Snitches in the street, a ^!$$% livin on the run
It's fun but the pen is like smokin sess

Locked up on a 187'll make any ^!$$% stress
You can wear a vest, it won't stop two to the head
Shot you in your face and now your $$# is better off dead

Talkin %#@!'ll get you smoked quick
No need to save a hoe because they can't live without dick
So I focus on the mail, Celly Cel

Ain't no playa-hatin ^!$$%, I got too much heat to sell
Fairy tales I never kick, it's gangsterism in my veins
I kicked it with the O.G.'s pickin up on game:

Get your money on, $#&@ a (*##$ and get ghost
And keep one in the chamber for them fools that play you close
Them Sick Wid' It ^!$$%s keep makin the beat 4 yo azz

Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky ^!$$% got some heat 4 yo azz

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Some heat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz
Them Sick Wid' It ^!$$% got the beat 4 yo azz

Some heat 4 yo azz
Some heat 4 yo azz
That ^!$$% Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz


[ VERSE 2 ]
Them Sick Wid' It ^!$$%s got the beat up comin with some heat

Them federal mutha$#&@as tryin to get a buck in the streets
Every day a ^!$$% wanna test yo skill
And playa-hatas hate to see a ^!$$% comin real

The H-i-double l-s-i-d-e
Down with the P.G., ^!$$%s don't wanna see me
Act a $#&@in fool, shootin up the city

Happy on the trigger like my ^!$$% Frank Nitty
Let's get into the C thang, Hillside slang
It's a Hillside thang from the Hillside, mang

Smokin em like a chronic sack, rollin em in a zag
Hittin em with the funk and zippin em up in bodybags
Everywhere I go fools get to actin crazy

Wanna let they nuts hang, thinkin they can fade me
So I keep a life-long mug on my face
Rollin with some heat, sippin on a straight lace

A high speed chase, bank it in the side pocket
Po-po's can't $#&@ with the 350 rocket
Under my hood it's all good when I'm on the gas

Checkin the rollers and the jackers that try to blast
Tricks of the trade already made, gangster got it down
Never panic under pressure when it's goin down

Droppin a bomb, ^!$$%, mobb beats 4 yo azz
Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky ^!$$% got some heat 4 yo azz


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[ VERSE 3 ]

Breakin em off somethin proper for the nine-fo'
In the do' is some of that heat 4 yo azz, hoe
Little hoes and the don't-know's need to know

A ^!$$% that flow who ain't comin out the gate slow
Pimpin and and pandlin, hoe handlin the whole bit
Killers move in silence, ^!$$%, I don't talk %#@!

I see them loudmouth ^!$$%s keep gettin dead
And the silent ones on 25 to life bids
You gotta pack some heat in the street, it's goin down

If you ain't down you better move to a square town
^!$$%s talk %#@!, drink and smoke weed up
Hit the county jail straight p.c.-ed up

You never know who really down till the funk jump
Same one that jump and the finger points at the punk
And your crew wasn't down from the get-go
Don't you know how that (*##$-made ^!$$% %#@! go?
Hollow points get to the point quicker

Cause talkin %#@! full of liquor thinkin that you're sicker
Than the next ^!$$%'ll get you full of bullet holes
Stayin on my toes and I just can't let go
Of this mobb %#@! that I kick 4 yo azz
Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky ^!$$% got some heat 4 yo azz


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