Celly Cel
Uhh, dry as the f**k, and I'm (?) one left with yo-yo
Seven houses down, black street, dark (?) folk don't matter tho'
I don't know who to trust, what to look fo'
How many n***as wanna kill me?
I'm havin a, hard time tryin to determine
If that's the homey, or the enemy
Ol' shady-a**, no build for that
Just lookin like he plottin on somethin-a** n***a
But I wanted to mack like he fin' to do somethin
And I'll get to be dumpin on yo' a** n***a
One of the main rules, of the game, without a doubt
N***a don't you ever pull a gun and don't use it
N***a that's a good way to get your brains blow out
Motherf**ker like me get to flashin then I lose it
Leave that ol' sh*t up to me and watch me prove it
N***a, you betta be real about this sh*t
If you in it you in it don't be no punk
N***a this ain't no baseball game, n***as don't FORFEIT NO DAMN FUNK

Two brothers goin sack for sack
In the back of the 'llac, takin a whiffle
Strippin the f**k up out of some willow
Poppin ecstasy like Skittles
It'll get you in the long run, sniffin them long ones
Way girl burst ya d**k and now it got ya on one
Came up shorted, circ*mstances n***a quote it
What goes around comes around tryin to steal this (?) Brady hostess
Keep your focus, and never the love of the hocus pocus
Set up hoes lovin to get jackers to come and smoke us
Die-hard soldier, T-Pup-alicious, cops get vicious
No mercy on haters or no b*t*hes
Got in my clitches waitin for a n***a to take some chances
So we can deal with these hardco' Sic-Wid-It-a** circ*mstances

[Chorus: various singers together]
Takin all these CHANCES
You might never ever ever get them CIRC*MSTANCES
Penitentiary CHANCES
You might never ever ever get them CIRC*MSTANCES

[Chorus Two: Cold 187um, Kokane + more (repeat 2X)]
I said the world is full of crack babies
I remember when the world went crazy
Til I copped a sack, and put it down like that
And rolled out like it didn't even fade me
N***a - slang suga delight enough to get my hustle right
It's double like, a flip new Benzo with the bubble lights
Scuffle fights with rats and roaches, I was the brokest
Motherf**ker, now I'm the closest n***a to ballin ferocious
Motherf**ker, dust a n***a off like wax off, cracks off a hard
(Fo' sheezy) Pimpin ain't easy and motherf**ker only if you breezy
Easy does it, I does it do it off the fluid
Come with the newest sh*t I come through with
B*t*h don't you hear the music?
(Don't you hear the music? Too sexy for my shirt)
Too sexy for my shirt so bad hurt
N***as on the turf wanna put my a** up in the dirt, cause I skirt
A Lex-o and slurp a genie bottle full of X-O
Or maybe cause I'm with 40-Water and a jug of ethel
You can't love it, don't leave the ghetto
Me and I'm heated like two jugs of methyl

Damn, (??)cydal sh*t when vital sh*t starts to happen
Eager to be the n***a just for cappin
Strappin up ain't no thang, it's survival
It's makin sure you all good when it comes to enemies and rivals
It's +Higher Learning+, but it's +True Lies+
When it comes to the +Superfly+
Speedy Gonzalez destroyes from the Eastside
Is it ridicule or stardom? Did we hurt yo' feelings, pardon
I'm makin n***as fall like cops on +Rage in Harlem+
(Beotch!) I'm on some moonshine sh*t
Bit the cork off the Cristal
I'm drunk so let me chill for a while
[Chorus Two]

[Celly Cel]
Aww yeah yeah now n***as know
Well ain't no sense in me f**kin around
My stompin ground be the H-I-double-L-S-I-D-E bound
To touch you with them tecs and make them marks, bounce like checks
Slide a faulty b*t*h up under these n***as
And killin 'em off with sex
Ain't no tellin what angle I'm comin with these circ*mstances
Penitentiary chances, nina ruff fluffin tap dancers
On your hood for breedin snitch b*t*h-made n***as
Don't fade triggers so they quick get sprayed n***as
I f**k with wig-splitters, Colombian neck-tie throat slitters
(??) take a long time business to get paid
To get rid of you cheater
Chatter police-a** n***as takin chances (takin chances)
Man you can't f**k with these circ*mstances

And all you O.G. motherf**kers better stop tryin to mark them yungsta
Cause sooner or later, they gon' dump, like some garbage dusters
Tryin to throw yo' weight around
Like you gon', uhh, take over a spot
N***a don't you know these youngsters nowadays
Be off that water and hot?

[Chorus Two]