Can`t Tell Me Shit

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