Silkk The Shocker - f** Tha World lyrics

S: f** tha world C: Yeah S: Yeah C: You got to Sick Wid' It hoes S: Sick Wid' It C: The No Limit Soldiers S: North, South to tha West C: Celly Cel S: Celly Cel C: Silkk the Shocker S: Uh, huh C: In this motherf**er S: I'm in this b**h C: Mob sh**, n***a S: Mob sh** C: Respect S: A'ight, check it C: f** tha world S: f** tha world C: f** tha world S: Celly Cel, tell these busters by theyself [Celly Cel] They got no time to be trippin' on n***as That's tryin' to keep me down I put that bump in your trunk and lace the nation's underground Let them know about the ghetto mentality n***as get smoked for nothing at all They want you up out of the game When they see you get on your feet and ball Faulty n***as never run me off my cellar lot, I always kick it I ain't never had it I wanna see every black man in the world with a meal ticket Eatin' steak and lobster, crackin' crab, sippin' Don P 'til they hurl But in the meantime speakin' for all my n***as f** tha world! [Silkk] Man, I just touched down, me and Celly conversate on some plan Until we got lip on the bud, 'fore this sh** get up outta hand f** n***as hatin', f** a n***a lovin', I deal with it See, I'm a No Limit Soldier, when it tops, I get Sick Wid' It n***as better stop like a sign or get drop like a dime f** the 4 1 on the trunk, I already got mine See f** you, f** the click, f** the girl that you with n***a, man, like f** the whole world I'm tryin' to get rich, b**h! 1- [Celly Cel] (Silkk) 4x: f** tha world (f** tha world) f** a b**h (f** a b**h) f** these haters (f** these haters) Get rich (Get rich) [Celly Cel] What's up with it man? You got a problem with the way I'm doin' my thang? I lets my nuts hang then put these n***as the flash to go insane Oh, that be me, let's kick it; just don't pull your tech late We ride up on you and catch you slippin', checkmate! Lie down and best watch out everything, nowadays you can't trust Now one of these n***as, they coulda been paid to put a head out on us You understandin' me like I say "Keep it in the family, man, you can't miss" Eliminate them haters and yo' mix, f** tha world and feel b**h! [Silkk] Be about your money, n***a, all about your scratch Everyday I gotta plot and make it 'til I'm on top to make my dollars and stats On the real, we big time f**in' ballers n***as, shot callers, lay in 'em drop tops, gold thangs and M-40's Well you gotta have big paper, n***a, just to f**in' kick it Ain't no b**hes in the streets, n***a, this motherf**er get wicked See, a multi-pep n***a, but I be TRU to this sh** First of all, about my money, f** a b**h I'm tryin' to get rich! Ugh! Repeat 1 [Celly Cel] Crept from the bottom, man, I struggled all my motherf**ing life Use to have a razor blade, sliced through solid A1, wide knots The only way to get some scrilla; If you knockin,' then f** what you talkin' Broke a** n***a everybody in the hood own thangs, and you walkin' You the same type of n***as that hate on everything that a playa do Always talkin' about "I woulda done this, I woulda done that" f** you! Wark a** n***a, don't wanna see they don't get nothing Don't wanna give me no props Smile on your face; when you post-up, stab you in the back When you need a bluff [Silkk] Well, f** 'em! Cuz, see, we be all about our payday ]From South to the West, b**h, we connect, b**h We wreck this like an AK Or get bang like some hoes or get hang like some clothes When I be get done I'ma slap you like some motherf**ing doe But if only you blow, n***a, red like some rose I yell your whole click outpick you b**h You like some motherf**ing F O I'm all about my paper, n***a, I'm rowdy, b**h I'm 'bout getting paid, so I say I'm 'bout gettin' rich Repeat 1 [Silkk] No Limit Sick Wid' It Celly Cel Silkk the Shocker Ugh, bout it, bout it South to the West No Limit Soldiers and Sick Wid' It n***a, Celly Cel Check this f** 'em!