Song Lyrics

[Featuring Silkk The Shocker]

S: F*ck tha world C: Yeah

S: Yeah C: You got to sick with it hoes

S: Sick with it C: The No Limit Soldiers

S: North South to tha West C: Celly Cel

S: Celly Cel C: Silkk the Shocker

S: Uh huh C: In this motherfucker

S: I'm in this bitch C: Mob shit nigga

S: Mob shit C: Respect

S: A'ight check it C: F*ck tha world

S: F*ck tha world C: F*ck tha world

S: Celly Cel tell these busters by theyself

Celly Cel:

They got no time to be trippin' on

Niggas that's tryin' to keep me down

I put that bumpin' on your trunk and

Lace the nation's underground

Let them know about the ghetto mentality

Niggas get smoked for nothing at all

They want you up our of the game

When they see you get on your feet and ball

Faulty niggas never run me off my cellblock

I always kick it

I ain't never had it

I want to see every black man

In the world with a meal ticket

Eatin' steak and lobster

Crackin' crab, sippin' Don P 'til they hurl

But in the meantime

Speakin' for all my niggas

F*ck tha world!

Silkk:

Man, I just touched down

Me and Celly think up on some plan

Until we got lip on the bud

'Fore this shit get up outta hand

F*ck niggas hatin'

F*ck niggas lovin'

I deal with it

See, I'm a No Limit Soldier

When it tops

I get sick with it

Niggas better stop like a sign

Or they drop like a dime

F*ck the 4 1 on the trunk

Already got mine

See f*ck you

F*ck the click

F*ck the girl that you with

Nigga, man, like f*ck the whole world

I'm tryin' to get rich

Bitch!

Celly Cel, then Silkk

Chorus 4x:

F*ck tha world (f*ck tha world)

F*ck a bitch (f*ck a bitch)

F*ck these haters (f*ck these haters)

Get rich (get rich)

Celly Cel

What's up with it man?

You got a problem

With the way I'm doin' my thang?

I lets my nuts hang

Then put these niggas the flash to go insane

Oh, that be me

Let's kick it

Just don't pull your check late

We ride up on you and catch you slippin'

Checkmate!

Lie down and best watch out

Every thang nowadays you can't trust

Now one of these niggas

They coulda been paid to put a head out on us

You understanding' me like I say

Keep it in the family, man

You can't miss

Eliminate them haters and you mix

F*ck tha world

Bitch!

Silkk:

Be and watch your money

Nigga all about your scratch

Everyday I gotta plot and

Make it 'til I'm on top

To make my dollars and stats

On the real

We big time fuckin' ballers

Niggas, shot callers

Lay in 'em drop tops

Gold thangs and M-40's

Well you gotta have

Big paper, nigga

Just to fuckin' kick it

Ain't no bitches in the streets, nigga

This motherfucker get wicked

See, a multi pet nigga

But I be TRU to this shit

First of all, about my money

F*ck a bitch

I'm tryin' to get rich!

Chorus:

Celly Cel:

Crept from the bottom

Man, I struggled all my motherfucking life

Use to have a razor blade

Sliced through solid, eh, one

Why not?

The only way to get some scrilla

If you knockin,' then f*ck what you talkin'

Broke ass nigga

Owe everything in the hood owe thangs

If you walkin'

You the same type of niggas

That hate on everything a playa do

Always talkin' about

I woulda done this

I woulda done that

F*ck you!

Wark ass nigga don't want to see

They don't get nothing'

Don't want to give me no props

Smile on your face

When you post-up

Stab you in the back

When you need a bluff

Silkk:

Well, f*ck 'em!

'cause, see, we be all about our payday

From South to the West

Bitch, we connect, bitch

We wreck this like an AK

I get bang like some hoes

I get hang like some clothes

When I get done I'ma slap you

Like some motherfucking dough

But if only you blow

Nigga, red like some rose

I hope your whole click pick you the bitch

You like some motherfucking F O

I'm all about my paper, nigga

I'm rowdy, bitch

I'm 'bout getting paid

So, I'm bout getting rich

Chorus

Marcellus James Mc Carver, Ricardo Thomas

The duration of Fuck tha World is 4:08 minutes and seconds.