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Celly Cel F/ E-40 Miscellaneous Why Must I Be Like That? [Celly Cel] Why must I be like that? Loccing up on niggas I don't know, they might be waiting for me Where the show? To get me death, or peel my caps so I step back Holla at them niggas wit' my hand on my strap Ain't tryin' to see, they tryin' to makin' me a memory I'm definately first, if you get away, remember me I been a hoe up in this shit before I came on Just a single with a mic on my hand I had them heaters ready to flame on [E-40] We like to mob, M.O.B. my organization of business, y'all Fuck with me and I route you'll never see another Christmas Expect Nicholas to be dressed in black Coming down the chimney bustin' caps Superficial goons to the backs and spleen Dumping like a garbage man, through my team Shotgun pellets all over the place Bodies all in the kitchen, all on the staircase BACK THAT UP! 1- [Celly Cel] Why must I be like that? Why must I keep a strap in every city on the map? Why must I be like that? Why must I keep a strap in every city on the map? Why must I be like that? Why must I keep a strap in every city on the map? Why must I be like that? Why must I keep a strap in every city on the map? [E-40] Check it out, stick and slash, bout to get hit from outta way Quick to do this, to ride to this, die, nigga, die, nigga Murder, deader, start reachin' for my pepper I ain't that rich, sho' no mo', use to be poor but now I'm rich Got it, te quiero, can't get stood up by no bitch Cuz where would I be without Celly, Celly Sick Wid' It and ?Fonzerelli? [Celly Cel] Ready to go to war, got artilery stacked up to the ceilin' Tryin' to come up with some wonderbread Ain't got no time for sexual healing The light niggas is plottin' on everything I do The like I can't move without my Murder One crew Do what you do but don't cross the line cuz we trigger happy Peelin' yo' cap through the top, the shit to make a nigga happy Shot callin' like in Vegas and Reno Dig a ditch and lay you in like they do on Casino, ugh Repeat 1 [Celly Cel] Watch everythang, hoes be makin' niggas' nuts hang Disrespect the game, so I glock down in vain In between yo' ass, try to end it when I squeeze Ain't no mercy on this locc, ain't no sista yellin' "Please!" When I flash, I blast and put slugs in yo' ass Hit the gas and smash and bought heat for yo' ass Niggas don't know, when it's faulty, we settle the sco' Bodies surrounded by birthday tags on they toes [E-40] Tags on they, tags on they toes When I done clean a home full of bitch Made into a half suit on the toilet puttin' you piss ass nigga, froze Countin' Crows, foes, blew his head, casket Black rose funerals, jump off the Range, it's closed casket That's how the fuck they know, nigga, the sun-a be a bastard No more problems, oh, the circumstances be too drastic Decompose the body, bust 'em up and beat 'em with a bat Why must I be like that? Repeat 1 Why must I be like that? Why must I keep a strap in every city on the map? Why must I be like that? Why must I be like that? |
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