Lyrics to Celly Cel

celly cel - fuck tha world
eah yeah, you got to sick wid' it hoes sick wid' it the no limit soldiers north, south to tha west celly cel

celly cel - heat 4 yo azz
ou 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 nigga, i got too much heat to sell fairy tales i never kick, it's gangsterism

celly cel - redrum
m gleam, he's dead on the scene, shot in the spleen got two in the chest, he's off the scene it's c- celly cel and spice 1 sp-splittin' wigs it's murderin' so some of that redrum come take a swig (blaaw) these

celly cel - stressin'
homies wanna see me fall bitches wanna cross me (i'm stressed out nigga, i'm stressed out nigga) [ celly cel ] what they gonna do with me, cause i don't fuck them suckers they ain't cool with me act a fool wit

celly cel - the only way
alright, what's up, what's up, what's up celly cel, celly cel l up in here once again i'm about to put it down, it's only one way to do it only one way, check it

celly cel - why must i be like that?
hotgun 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

celly cel - 4 tha scrilla
a slave to the hood without no money in my pants rollin' with some heat to make a mothafucka dance had a chance to bail, had my hustle, but i blew that i walked up in the gun store and ran out with a celly cel

celly cel - every day is tha weekend
what's up for today, i'm tryin' to kick it, know the homie wit it soup up my dog, we hittin' corners, gettin' seven digits 'cuz they come out when the sun out, it's on again i make 'em grin when they celly cel

celly cel - it's goin' down
at least 360 degrees and slidin' to the function yelling 'bump something' mane'gtoi need about three with me in this spot mixing up my driz a while they stizz up on that row but see i'm a ridah when i celly cel

celly cel - it's going down (remix)
at least 360 degrees and slidin' to the function yelling 'bump something' mane'gtoi need about three with me in this spot mixing up my driz a while they stizz up on that row but see i'm a ridah when i celly cel

celly cel - pop the trunk
k i know that they some bitches had to pop the trunk california to texas poppin' the trunk ugk and celly cel l we 'bout to pop the trunk sippin' on hennessey [incomprehensible] i fin to pop the trunk, bitch sm

celly cel - ride
eye for an eye, ride or you die eye for an eye, ride or you die eye for an eye, ride or you die eye for an eye, ride or you die won't leave the house unless i'm strapped up i might get backed up in t celly cel

celly cel - killa kali
good evening welcome to channel 187 murder 1 news tonight we focus on the city of vallejo in the state of california where five black men were found dead at the water front from various gunshot wounds celly cel

celly cel - playerizm
readin' pimp playa-istic shit by dino boys tryin' to get these hoes for every nook & cranny and make 'em join the winning team ain't nothin' but realness i know they feel this ain't nothin' bu celly cel

celly cel - tha bullet
sittin on the shelf, they got me stuck up in this box choppin it up with the homies, havin visions of a glock 17 niggas on my team can't wait to fill clip up we jumpin out the barrel with my niggas, s celly cel

celly cel - what u niggaz thought
what u niggaz thought gots some bill like bitches on the under tryin' to keep it on the slunder 'cuz i made you wonder if i was down 'cuz i rap, now what that mean? i'm 'bouts to raise up out the hood celly cel

b-legit - n***** get they wig split
your jaw southpaw it oughta be a law against these thangs i throw about to lay some shit down with celly cel and bo from the garden blocc hillside got they glock mack 10's mobb shit'll neva end i'm tryin' to

e-40 - federal
, he's goin' federal can't forget legit, he's goin' federal the whole damn click, is goin' federal celly cel , he's goin' federal cavio, he's goin' federal def daddy, he's goin' federal rap dogg, he's goin' f

e-40 - h.i. double l.
and a hurry don't worry 40 vision blurry shorty hit the freeways climbin like that nigga joe torre ( celly cel ) what do you know it's siggity cel that funky niggero that funky nigga doe kickin in doors you bet