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Rap znad warty - Shellerini & S

"Prostą zasadę wyznaję, bądź szczery, dupy nie liż I mam ten klasyczny styl jak ciuchy Perry Ellis Mam pełen kielich i parę zwężonych źrenic Robię niezły rap w pewnych kręgach to się ceni Spróbuj głową"

Fuck Tha World - Celly Cel

"S: F**k tha world C: Yeah S: Yeah C: You got to Sick Wid' It hoes S: Sick Wid' It C: The No Limit Soldiers S: North, South to tha West C: Celly Cel S: Celly Cel C: Silkk the Shocker S:"

Redrum - Celly Cel

"Celly Cel: Murder One, Motherf**krs Call it Redrum doin niggaz in and let them shells pile up from dumpin on these niggas in my motherf**kin face I breaks em off a taste of that Ciggety Cel and Spice.. Spice"

Every Day Is Tha Weekend - Celly Cel

"(Celly Cel) What's up for today, I'm tryin' to kick it, know the homie wit it Soup up my dog, we hittin' corners, gettin' seven digits 'cause they come out when the sun out, it's on again I make 'em grin"

Why Must I Be Like That? - Celly Cel

"(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"

Heat 4 Yo Azz - Celly Cel

"[ VERSE 1 ] One by one goes the bullets in the clip Put it in yo gat, one in the chamber, now you're ready to start shit Heat comin from the barrel with a cloud of smoke Dead bodies on the ground when"

Stressin' - Celly Cel

"(Celly Cel) I'm stressed out nigga, I'm stressed out nigga Sittin' on my bed, starin' at the roof loadin' up my strap, puttin on my bulletproof these niggas gettin shady in the streets of snake enem wanna"

It's Going Down (Remix) - Celly Cel

"(Celly Cel) At least 360 degrees and slidin' to the function Sherley-locks in my hair, yelling 'Bump Something' Menage-a-toi, need about three with me in this spot Mixing up my Drizze while they stizz"

4 Tha Scrilla - Celly Cel

"(Celly) A slave to the hood without no money in my pants Rollin with some heat to make a mothaf**ka dance Had a chance to bail, had my hustle, but I blew that I walked up in the gun store and ran out with"

Red Rum - Celly Cel

"Murder one, motherfuckers call it Re drum Doin' niggaz in and let them shells pile up From dumpin' on these niggas in my motherfuckin' face I breaks 'em off a taste of that Ciggety Cel and Spice Gettin'"

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