One by one goes the bullets in the clip   Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit   Heat comin' from the barrel with a cloud of smoke   Dead bodies on the ground when these fools get loc'ed      It's crazy in the street, pack some heat for a sucker   Mobbin' through the town tryin' to murder muthafuckas   211's every day, liquor store and bank jobs   D boys gettin' robbed, niggas get jacked for they mobbs      What's a nigga to do, can't survive without a gun   Snitches in the street, a nigga livin' on the run   It's fun but the pen is like smokin' sess   Locked up on a 187'll make any nigga stress      You can wear a vest, it won't stop two to the head   Shot you in your face and now your ass is better off dead   Talkin' shit'll get you 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 in my veins   I kicked it with the O G's pickin up on game      Get your money on, fuck a bitch and get ghost   And keep one in the chamber for them fools that play you close   Them sick wid' it niggas keep makin' the beat 4 yo azz   Ciggedy-Cel, the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz      Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz   Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz   Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz   That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz      Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz   Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz   Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz   That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz      Them sick wid' it niggas got the beat up comin' with some heat   Them federal muthafuckas tryin' to get a buck in the streets   Every day a nigga wanna test yo skill   And playa-hatas hate to see a nigga comin' real      The H I L L S I D E   Down with the P G, niggas don't wanna see me   Act a fuckin' fool, shootin' up the city   Happy on the trigger like my nigga Frank Nitty      Let's get into the C thang, hillside slang   It's a hillside thang from the hillside, mang   Smokin' 'em like a chronic sack, rollin' 'em in a zag   Hittin' 'em with the funk and zippin' 'em up in bodybags      Everywhere I go fools get to actin' crazy   Wanna let they nuts hang, thinkin' they can fade me   So I keep a life-long mug on my face   Rollin' with some heat, sippin' on a straight lace      A high speed chase, bank it in the side pocket   Po-po's can't fuck with the 350 rocket   Under my hood it's all good when I'm on the gas   Checkin' the rollers and the jackers that try to blast      Tricks of the trade already made, gangster got it down   Never panic under pressure when it's goin' down   Droppin' a bomb, nigga, mobb beats 4 yo azz   Ciggedy-Cel, the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz      Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz   Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz   Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz   That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz      Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz   Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz   Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz   That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz      Breakin' 'em off somethin' proper for the nine-fo'   In the do' is some of that heat 4 yo azz, hoe   Little hoes and the don't-know's need to know   A nigga that flow who ain't comin' out the gate slow      Pimpin' and and pandlin', hoe handlin' the whole bit   Killers move in silence, nigga, I don't talk shit   I see them loudmouth niggas keep gettin' dead   And the silent ones on 25 to life bids      You gotta pack some heat in the street, it's goin' down   If you ain't down you better move to a square town   Niggas talk shit, drink and smoke weed up   Hit the county jail straight P C'd up      You never know who really down till the funk jump   Same one that jump and the finger points at the punk   And your crew wasn't down from the get-go   Don't you know how that bitch-made nigga shit go?      Hollow points get to the point quicker   'Cause talkin' shit full of liquor thinkin' that you're sicker   Than the next nigga'll get you full of bullet holes   Stayin' on my toes and I just can't let go   Of this mobb shit that I kick 4 yo azz   Ciggedy-Cel the figgedy-funky nigga got some heat 4 yo azz      Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz   Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz   Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz   That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz      Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz   Them sick wid' it nigga got the beat 4 yo azz   Some heat 4 yo azz, some heat 4 yo azz   That nigga Celly Cel got some heat 4 yo azz