(Celly Cel) Why must I be like that? Loccing up on niggas I don't know, they might be waiting for me Where the show? To get me death, or peel my caps so I step back Holla at them niggas wit' my hand on my strap Ain't tryin' to see, they tryin' to makin' me a memory I'm definately first, if you get away, remember me I been a hoe up in this shit before I came on Just a single with a mic on my hand I had them heaters ready to flame on (E-40) We like to mob, M.O.B. my organization of business, y'all F**k with me and I route you'll never see another Christmas Expect Nicholas to be dressed in black Coming down the chimney bustin' caps Superficial goons to the backs and spleen Dumping like a garbage man, through my team Shotgun pellets all over the place Bodies all in the kitchen, all on the staircase BACK THAT UP! 1-