B-legit 4 Tha Scrilla Lyrics

4 Tha Scrilla Lyrics

[Celly] 

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
new gat 

A double 4, out on my million dollar mission 

To eleven
fishin, kissin on my chrome, with scrilla in my vision 

Can't move
without the metal 

Wanna hustle, so I figure I go out there when they
posted up 

And bust a nigga 



[E-40] 

But I'll go
another way 

Hopefully payday 

But if I slip, dislocated ?my hip?


And say what I gotta say boy 

That's my new get-back 

All
kinds of things of that flava 

The racketeering counterfeiter, nigga 

Or half of whatever 

Long as the weather's clever 

My ?? might
become a snitch for the vice 

Ain't no killin, that's what hell told me


10 mil-a, then nigga break for the scrilla 



[B-Legit] 

Drunk niggas with the gauges loaded 

55 kicks in them ages ho 

But I don't want to beef cuz the game be fucked 

Strip a mothafucka
for his cars and money 

Tag up a 600 SEL 

A three-way split, me, 40
and Cel 

About my mail, I was bound to have it 

See 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