Tekst piosenki '4 Tha Scrilla' wykonawcy B-Legit

[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