Celly Cel - Can't Tell Me S***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 [Repeat 1] 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 [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] 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 [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1]