Get a Real Job-Celly Cel

[Featuring Silkk The Shocker] S: F**k tha world C: Yeah S: Yeah C: You got to sick with it hoes S: Sick with 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**ker S: I'm in this b**ch C: Mob sh*t ni**a S: Mob sh*t C: Respect S: A'ight check it C: F**k tha world S: F**k tha world C: F**k tha world S: Celly Cel tell these busters by theyself Celly Cel: They got no time to be trippin' on Niggas that's tryin' to keep me down I put that bumpin' on your trunk and Lace the nation's underground Let them know about the ghetto mentality Niggas get smoked for nothing at all They want you up our of the game When they see you get on your feet and ball Faulty niggas never run me off my cellblock 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 niggas F**k tha world! Silkk: Man, I just touched down Me and Celly think up on some plan Until we got lip on the bud 'Fore this sh*t get up outta hand F**k niggas hatin' F**k niggas lovin' I deal with it See, I'm a No Limit Soldier When it tops I get sick with it Niggas better stop like a sign Or they drop like a dime F**k the 4 1 on the trunk Already got mine See f**k you F**k the click F**k the girl that you with Ni**a, man, like f**k the whole world I'm tryin' to get rich B**ch! Celly Cel, then Silkk Chorus 4x: F**k tha world (f**k tha world) F**k a b**ch (f**k a b**ch) F**k these haters (f**k 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 niggas the flash to go insane Oh, that be me Let's kick it Just don't pull your check late We ride up on you and catch you slippin' Checkmate! Lie down and best watch out Every thang nowadays you can't trust Now one of these niggas They coulda been paid to put a head out on us You understanding' me like I say Keep it in the family, man You can't miss Eliminate them haters and you mix F**k tha world B**ch! Silkk: Be and watch your money Ni**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**kin' ballers Niggas, shot callers Lay in 'em drop tops Gold thangs and M-40's Well you gotta have Big paper, ni**a Just to f**kin' kick it Ain't no b**ches in the streets, ni**a This motherf**ker get wicked See, a multi pet ni**a But I be TRU to this sh*t First of all, about my money F**k a b**ch I'm tryin' to get rich! Chorus: Celly Cel: Crept from the bottom Man, I struggled all my motherf**king life Use to have a razor blade Sliced through solid, eh, one Why not? The only way to get some scrilla If you knockin,' then f**k what you talkin' Broke a** ni**a Owe everything in the hood owe thangs If you walkin' You the same type of niggas That hate on everything a playa do Always talkin' about I woulda done this I woulda done that F**k you! Wark a** ni**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**k 'em! 'Cuz, see, we be all about our payday From South to the West B**ch, we connect, b**ch We wreck this like an AK I get bang like some hoes I get hang like some clothes When I get done I'ma slap you Like some motherf**king dough But if only you blow Ni**a, red like some rose I hope your whole click pick you the b**ch You like some motherf**king F O I'm all about my paper, ni**a I'm rowdy, b**ch I'm 'bout getting paid So, I'm bout getting rich Chorus