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Can t Tell Me Shit lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah, you got Celly Cel back in this muthafucka
Once again, you know
Bout to drop this soul playa shit on y all
You know, nothin but that realness
Can ya feel this though
Yeah.. Gonna ride wit ya nigga cuz it s goin down
They say break yo self or make yo self
So I said fuck it, bought a glock so I could take myself
Through all this soft shit a nigga face as a youngsta
Loc ed ass niggas made that hillside a monster
OG s hoopin at the school house & shootin dice
In & out the pen, real niggas might ? nice
Made this hog get the brew
Made me hit the weed
Eatin at the ho house
Moms know a nigga kill
Go to my room, sleep off my high, and hit the door
Tellin myself "I ain t smokin weed no more"
But you know
Them lies as the days go by
Me, Choo-Choo & Clyde smokin dank til the sun rise
Walk into the school house
Franklin Junior
Back when it was cool to kiss & tell and spread rumors
Boxin toe to toe & everybody in a circle
Sockin mutha-fuckas til they eyes turn purple
Ain t no set trippin , no jumpin , it s just 1 on 1
Fools throwin thangs to the end
Back then, it was fun
No gunshots
No need to hit the floor
But after shool
The whole city woken up
Let s hit the park fool
To see a little league, a Babe Ruth baseball game
Niggas was down there cuttin up or throwin thangs
Chasin 5 off for hot dogs & fries bitch
But back then, you still couldn t tell a nigga shit
1 - (Can t tell me shit)
Bitch made niggas can t tell a nigga shit
(They can t tell me shit)
Skanlezz Azz Bytchez can t tell a nigga shit
(Can t tell me shit)
Punk police can t tell a nigga shit
(They can t tell a nigga shit)
Fuck you bitch - you can t tell a nigga shit
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Got a little older, now the park is a joke
Cause all the ball players out there slangin dope
Some of my niggas is on grimmies, but I didn t slip
Ain t that a bitch, you can t tell a nigga shit
So I mind my own, find my home
Now I m in the zone
Behind Farmers in the alley, gettin my money on
Had 10 dollas & JB gave me the other 10
Bought a breakdown, now I m Gone With The Wind
Brakes with the ???, ounces & QP s
The half ki s, now I m sellin weight to the G s
Hit Oxford Street, spent a grip, now I m ready to go
To Hogan Hoctors, it be bitches at the talent show
And for all & hoop games had hoes
Hilail & Hogie, you know it was on fo sho
Reece assists & Redge with the Tamahawk ? up
Then the whole town, mobbin down to the waterfront
Niggas in Granadas, Cougars & Mustangs
Stars & Volvos
Nobody fuckin with them ? thangs
Me, G-Roc, JB & Lil C-Mo
Puffin on indo
Splittin 4 double O Z s
Young G s tryin to live
And when they shut the ship door, we goin under the bridge
Gettin whip-lash from the brake gas mash and dip
Cause back then, you couldn t tell a nigga shit
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Made it to a G, but ain t no love in my city
Now we set trippin , all these fools actin shitty
Niggas wanna reel me in, but didn t know
When you fuckin wit the big fish, you fuckin wit a funeral
No more toe to toe
HK-44 s
Now what they know about the mutha fuckin murda shows
Strap on my right hand side, in the Bay area
Shit is gettin scarier
Niggas are ???
Fuck the bird, I m the nigga bailin ? early
Trigga happy nigga wit a head fulla Shirlies, on
Christian brothas in ???
Or drinkin hurricanes wit my niggas in da click
So deep, I can t call it
Spend about a million dollas at the liquor store
I m just an alcoholic
40, Water & Legit put me on the map
Got my foot in the door, now I m givin up dank
Sick wit his last job, my 9 to 5
The shit I used to dream about is how I survive
Lifestyle of a mack
Funk for life
Some Heat 4 Yo Azz
Them Killa Kali niggas blast and smash
Without a murda weapon or a witness
Too many niggas in yo car, risky business
They turn snitches
Break down & have the po-po s at yo front door
And all real niggas know
Who rides sucka-free, on the solo
When you empty the clip, they can t tell a nigga shit
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