4 Tha Scrilla – B-Legit – letras

[Celly]A slave to the hood without no money in my pantsRollin with some heat to make a mothafucka danceHad a chance to bail, had my hustle, but I blew thatI walked up in the gun store and ran out with a new gatA double 4, out on my million dollar missionTo eleven fishin, kissin on my chrome, with scrilla in my visionCan’t move without the metalWanna hustle, so I figure I go out there when they posted upAnd bust a nigga[E-40]But I’ll go another wayHopefully paydayBut if I slip, dislocated ?my hip?And say what I gotta say boyThat’s my new get-backAll kinds of things of that flavaThe racketeering counterfeiter, niggaOr half of whateverLong as the weather’s cleverMy ?? might become a snitch for the viceAin’t no killin, that’s what hell told me10 mil-a, then nigga break for the scrilla[B-Legit]Drunk niggas with the gauges loaded55 kicks in them ages hoBut I don’t want to beef cuz the game be fuckedStrip a mothafucka for his cars and moneyTag up a 600 SELA three-way split, me, 40 and CelAbout my mail, I was bound to have itSee you fuckin with a mothafuckin savage[E-40]50 ways to get my scratch on fool[Celly]I’m a killa for the scrilla and that’s what we do[B-Legit]It’s uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla[Celly]See I’m nothin but a killa doin dirt for the scrilla[E-40]50 ways to get my scratch on fool[Celly]I’m a killa for the scrilla and that’s what we do[B-Legit]It’s uh, for the scrilla, I did it for the scrilla[Celly]See I’m nothin but a killa doin dirt for the scrilla