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E-40

"4 Tha Scrilla"

[Verse 1: Celly Cel]
A slave to the hood, have no money in my pants
Rollin wit some heat to make a mutha f*cka dance
Had a chance to bubble, had my hustle but I blew that
I walked up in the gun store and ran out wit a new gat
A double four, I don't want my million dolla mission
211, b*tches kissin on my chrome wit skrillas 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 n*gga

[Verse 2: E-40]
But I can go anotha way, (notha way)
Hopefully payday (payday)
What if I slipped and say I dislocated my hip and sue the f*ck out of Safeway
That's my new get back
All kinds of things of that flavor
The racateerin, racateerin
Copy bootin-legger
Or however, whatever
Long as the weather's clever
Might pull a heist might become a snitch fo the vice
Ain't no tellin, ain't no tellin
That's what Harold told Melvin. Ten millaaaa
Make a n*gga bleed fo the skrilla

[Verse 3: B-Legit]
Three drunk n*ggas wit they gauges loaded (Gauges loaded)
55 kicks in them agents ho (Agents ho)
But I don't wanna beef, cuz the game be fake (Game be fake!)
Strip a mutha f*cka fo his cars and money (Fo his cars and money)
Tagged up a 600 SEL (Yeah)
A three way split, me, 40, an Cel (Yeah)
About my mail I was bound to have it (Bound to have it)
See you f*ckin wit a mutha f*ckin Savage (Biddy-iddy-itch!)

[Hook: 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?? (Where ya at!?)
I'm hidin in the bushes wit a baseball bat (baseball bat)
I need that sack that you made today (today)
Or watch me turn into Willie Mays (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 b*tch, gimme yo check so I can flip it
An when I do, she ain't gonna see a penny of this sh*t
Cryin havin fits, but I'm in it fo the skrilla b*tch

[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
f*ck goin by the books and stickin to them rules

[Verse 7: B-Legit]
Ten is the limit on the card I'm holdin
Citibank Visa, but the card is stolen
Retail price, just pay me half
But you gotta come right with the cash

[Hook: 2x]

[Verse 8: E-40]
I done took a few heads fo the skriller 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 blades
Hella sneaky cuz I heard them n*ggas 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 f*ckaz 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 n*gga ride off in a Stang

[Verse 10 : Celly Cel]
Man I need some ends
But to get the ends I gotta sin
f*ck it, let me page a n*gga, lie bout what I'm a spend
Bring me a pound, I got it sold on this side of town
You got that yey, you weigh, I pay, fool that's how it's goin down
Bring it in zippers, an I'm a bring the body ripper
The big dipper, wit an extra thirty round clipper
He brought it back, weighed out to the fullest
Little did he know I had his name engraved on my bullet
Dumpin like a fool, served, n*gga pumpin gas
Had that heat fo his ass, took his yey an all his cash
I made him feel a, money hungry blood spilla
Straight killa, I did it fo the skrilla

[Hook: 2x]

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