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[Celly
Why must I be that?
Loccing up on niggas I don't know, they might be for me
Where the
To get me death, or my caps so I step back
at them niggas wit' my hand on my strap
Ain't to see, they tryin' to makin' me a memory
I'm first, if you get away, remember me
I a hoe up in this shit before I came on
Just a with a mic on my hand
I had them heaters to flame on

We like to mob, M.O.B. my of business, y'all
Fuck with me and I you'll never see another Christmas
Expect Nicholas to be in black
Coming the chimney bustin' caps
Superficial goons to the and spleen
Dumping like a garbage man, through my
pellets all over the place
Bodies all in the kitchen, all on the
THAT UP!

1- Cel]
Why must I be that?
Why must I keep a strap in every city on the
Why must I be that?
Why must I a strap in every city on the map?

Why must I be like
Why I keep a strap in every city on the map?
Why must I be like
Why must I keep a strap in every city on the

Check it out, and slash, bout to get hit from outta way
Quick to do this, to to this, die, nigga, die, nigga
Murder, deader, reachin' for my pepper
I ain't that rich, sho' no mo', use to be but now I'm rich
Got it, te quiero, can't get up by no bitch
'cause where would I be without Celly,
Sick Wid' It and

Cel]
Ready to go to war, got artilery stacked up to the
Tryin' to come up with wonderbread
Ain't got no time for sexual
The light is plottin' on everything I do
The like I can't move without my Murder One
Do what you do but don't cross the line 'cause we trigger
yo' cap through the top, the shit to make a nigga happy
Shot callin' in Vegas and Reno
Dig a ditch and lay you in like do on Casino, ugh

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[Celly
Watch everythang, be makin' niggas' nuts hang
Disrespect the game, so I down in vain
In between yo' ass, try to end it I squeeze
Ain't no mercy on locc, ain't no sista yellin' "Please!"
I flash, I blast and put slugs in yo' ass
Hit the gas and smash and bought for yo' ass
Niggas don't know, it's faulty, we settle the sco'
Bodies by birthday tags on they toes

Tags on they, tags on they
When I clean a home full of bitch
Made into a half suit on the toilet puttin' you ass nigga, froze
Countin' Crows, foes, blew his head,
rose funerals, jump off the Range, it's closed casket
That's how the fuck know, nigga, the sun-a be a bastard
No more problems, oh, the circumstances be too
Decompose the body, bust 'em up and 'em with a bat
Why must I be that?

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Why must I be that?
Why must I keep a strap in every city on the
Why I be like that?
Why I be like that?