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I don't really remember feeling like this
Got this love formin' in my life? From this dame And indeed took the form of life? It's a shame How a man can fall in love with dreams,not afraid Not afraid to let you up and leave Do your thang Mary Jane mess with all my folks? Got 'em high For the days that they were lost and broke? Shit got 'em by Only right was stopping it from props Plus she from the block of only finer crops Do your thang Mary Jane [Chorus] Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Happy just to hear your name Do your than Mary Jane Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary When the world starts to stress you out? What you do? Put a cancer stick up in your mouth? Or grab a brew Sold in stores but the fact remains is? They the blame And the government's been taxin' that ( ), gettin' paid If it's taxable it's cool to smoke, kill or not And the alcohol is killin' folks? True or not Other people try to make you bad, but I know you not When my situation's lookin' sad I know I got A true friend in my time of need? All I need Your natural you come from seeds? I decree Makes me happy when I'm feelin' pain Once again makes me happy just to hear your name Do your thang Mary Jane [Chorus] When you sad depressed and feeling strange? Who you blame Need some company to keep you sane? Call her name Maryjane I love you Maryjane? Do your thang You're all I need to get me through this thang? True to game You ain't never made me stash my thang? Scratch the brain Anything you've always kept me tame? And it's plain For me to see that you my everything? Mary Jane Maryjane helps to ease the brain? When you hang Through the seasons you ain't never change? Stayed the same Never seen what people seen in speed? You became Naturally you everything we need? Do the thang Do your thang baby true indeed Do your thang Mary Jane Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Happy just to hear your name Maryjane do your thang Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary |
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Alright let's ride
I spit my day right off a holiday broke and disgusted With out enough money to buy food but I'm smoking so fuck it Hit the school yard I would hard because I am larger then life Close smokey eyes shining cause I am high as a kite fuck it High school teachers I am a man of respect South acres baby gangstas the man of respect Fuck the school vice principal he shieved I'm leaving Told my momma about my dope case and my momma believed him Now my daddy got a problem with my edu-cation So shy where the fuck mine let him know what they facin Got the doctors who studied this but niggaz would doubt it Probably take shrink at night time then you out of it (trust me) I see the same thing flash change violent And mother fuckers caught in that chain remain silent So why you figure I've be standing here shaking Because the devils is close to taking me but I can't face him (oooooh) My soul is controlled by the blessings of god Still scared to walk the first ground because the devil is in charge Somebody help the lord soul find saviour Cause I'm standing on the corner with a tech nine for the hole behaviour They want to take me out the game like rider But you youngstas better stop and peep game because my game wider I send this out to thoose who thought that they cook Cold as fuck when it came to the game and my game done Southside south south side, south side south south side south side south south side South side south south side you know what I am saying |
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Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket
Too my pistol out, unlocked it Pulled the hammer back and - cocked it And left his shit all on the carpet I seen a (murder, murder) I pin-pointed my target I'm making my way up out the building I got the nigga that I came here to get, notify his children That they old man done fell up out the game Because I came to this motherfucker And killed his ass just like Jesse James Think it's a motherfucking game? I come around this motherfucker and kill yo ass just like Jesse James What's my motherfucking name? There'll be no witnesses to this homicide No re-enactment on the late night news to be re-dramatized All you got is a nigga with a dot In the middle of his motherfucking head he been shot Dropped in the middle of the floor and he ain't breathing And the nigga's on the go cause we ain't seeing He did his dirt and got the fuck up out the picture The hollow point just hit ya, out of line, so it got with ya Call the motherfucking helicopter But ain't no hope, cause the Tina broke that nigga off a hella proper That oughta hold your monkey ass (motherfucker, you) That oughta teach your funky ass (motherfucker, you) I know this motherfucking game is shift And you done lost the fucking game of life And that's a motherfucking shame You let a nigga come around and do yo ass just like Jesse James And that's a motherfucking shame You came around this motherfucker and let me do ya like Jesse James Think it's a motherfucking game? Wait, this motherfucker got me bent, I gots to, break Because this nigga done put his hands all up in my, face He best to chill before I hit him with this, lace And catch this motherfucking case Cause once I hit it blind, once I get him blind Because I'm true to myself, fuck the dumb shit You ain't no motherfucking gangsta, gee And when I get up out your ass you gon' realize it just ain't to be It ain't no studio up in me And all that bullshit I'm hearing you talk only offends me And lately I'm under a lot of pressure It seems to me you can't come clean, so yo, I gots to check ya I pull my .45 and (buck, buck, buck, buck) And right before he die I (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck) I could give a motherfuck about the sentence I snatch yo ass up off the hinges cause I'm (Screaming for vengeance) Cause life has no meaning, no meaning We were all born to die, so no screaming Think it's a motherfucking game? I come around this motherfucker and cut yo ass just like Jesse James Put out your motherfucking brains I come around this motherfucker and do yo ass just like Jesse James Think it's a motherfucking game? |
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| 3:42 |
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[2Pac]
There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see That's gon' make it hard to smile in the future. But through whatever you see, Through all the rain and the pain, You gotta keep your sense of humor. You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit. Remember that. Mmm, yeah. Keep ya head up.Yeah. Verse One: 2Pac Our lifestyles be close captioned Addicted to fatal attractions Pictures of actions be played back In the midst of mashin' No fairy tales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture Or the repercussions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetery Here's a message to the newborns, waitin' to breathe If you believe then you can achieve Just look at me Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on To all the seeds that follow me Protect your essence Born with less, but you still precious Just smile for me now [Chorus: Johnny P (2Pac)] Smile for me , won't you smile (smile for me now) Just smile (smile), smile for me (What ya looking all sad for, nigga you black, smile for me now) Smile for me (nigga you ain't got nothin' to be worried about) Won't you smile (no doubt, smile for me now) just smile (And the next generation) [Scarface] Now as I open up my story With the blaze a your blunts And you can picture thoughts slowly Up on phrases I wrote And I can walk you through the days that I done I often wish that I could save everyone But I'm a dreamer Have you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game Overlookin' his tomorrows and they finally came? Look back on childhood memories and I'm still feelin' the pain Turnin' circles in my life came to dealin' cocaine To many hassles in my local life, survivin' the strain And a man without a focus, life could drive him insane Stuck inside a ghetto fantasy hopin' it'd change But when I focus on reality we broke and in chains Had a dream of livin' wealthy and makin' it big And after all my momma's thankin' God for blessin' the child All my momma gots to do now is collect it and smile Smile [Chorus] [2Pac] Fuck the world as we ? and witness furious speeds Of nasty questions keep us all stressin', curious G's Backstabbed and bleedin', fuckin' thoughts laced with weed Learnin', duckin' stray shots, bullets be hot, they burnin' Inhalin' Sherm smoke, visualized the flames Will I be smothered by my own pain? Strange whispers, cowards conversate, so quick to dis us Takin' pictures for the feds, and desperate hopes they'd get us Hit us off, give us plenty centuries, forgive my sins Since I ain't in many penitentiaries the best revenge is fuck friends We military minded soldiers, bustin' shots blindly Tryin' to find Jehovah to help me Somebody save me Lost and crazy, scared to drop a seed hopin' I ain't cursed my babies Maybe now niggas feel me now, picture my pain Embrace my words make the world change And still I smile nigga [Scarface] And now a moment of silence, let us pray And as you journey into outer space May the angels help to lead the way Shine up on your soul to keep you safe And all the homies that done passed away They there to greet you as you pass the gates And as you headed to the tunnel's light I hope it leads to eternal life We say the prayers for our homie 'Pac Smile (Smile for me) (All ya need to do is smile) (Woo smile for me) (Come on smile for me) |
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| 8:44 |
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...It's a new day... ya know what I'm sayin'?
A new day, brings a new problem to a brother and all I gots ta say is thank god for my mother cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope The lord he had a plan for me and with his help, my mother made a man of me didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in taught me how to save my little dividends so when I graduated I'd have a little school money but in the sixth grade I wanted to be the school dummy and flunked outta school with the flag pole and left my mother dear at home with a sad soul because my mother worked the fingers to the bone cause we was alone, and me I bought a death home My real pops he broke out with the style so I respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child So now we livin' comftable taught me the game and how to be responsible But back then I couldn't see it I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin' and ended up in a big fight and told me not to come home until I got my shit right So now I'm livin' in my grandma's home my grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own and keepin' me ain't no big deal but now that I'm much older I see just how the shit feels being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no even though my grandfather just had a stroke and now the money's low and pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go or either try to find a job so I can help out I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get myself out and when I get out I gotta try to pave the way so my family can have a better place to stay I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short I can't cope, so now I'm slangin' dope and now my granny knows I'm doin' wrong she just prayin' for me heavily take care of her grandson and the lord must of heard her prayer cause he made me get a grip and got me on up outta there I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya you couldn't have told me nothin' back then but now I feel ya... I'm eighteen, and now I'm havin' big fun my baby's mother just had my first son May eleven, I never will forget the day A star's born, let's name him little Scarface My first born and yo I'm a proud father I gotta son, I gots ta be my son's father and sellin dope ain't the way that I can get ahead but what the hell, I gots ta keep my baby fed I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part and he's my son, I gots ta try to make him hard I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the Tonka toys because the Tonka toys will only punk my boy and I don't want my son to look at life through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like but yet and still I let my son be a kid just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate the game I gave him way back when he used to roller skate and now my son is four years old I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role because these years he'll remember most so it's all about little Marcus and me becomin' close but I got a buncha obstacles if it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle Now everybody's got my baby wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy "It's your daughter, don't she look like you?" I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do because my mother knows the real deal all these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal So now we in and outta cope tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' G Come to find out, the girl never had me she's the baby's mother but me I ain't the baby's daddy and biological tests can prove you gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude but now I finally got a real daughter no need for the testin' I know that I'm the baby's father I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya you couldn't have told me nothin' back then but now I feel ya... I feel ya... Now I'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life It's nineteen ninety-three, I put away my pocket knife and got a bigger stick to fight with I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick because we livin' in a concentration set and everyday, we face to face with death I seen my homies go and come and judgement day is just somethin we can't run from so I know my number's comin' up so I gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up and even though I hate killin' off my own kind I gotta be a man and as a man I'm a defend mine My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast so united we stand but we gonna fall quick because we always tryin to take another brother's shit and the cops is in the same vote just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods they shot my long time partner Rudy in cold blood and now the story's all twisted up and if they gave the cop the chair I really wouldn't give a fuck because she left my partner's family with memories and after hearin' this I know you don't remember me but yet in still I find it hard for me to stay in touch I see his parents and then I started breakin' up because I know what you did was wrong but you won't realize until you dead and gone It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning you straight up shot him from behind but all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back you give a gat to a black he don't know how to act but you gotta tell your story to the judge not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves and if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness then in reality you took care of your business but regardless I know you wanna kill me but I ain't goin' out like dat Ya feel me? ...yeah |
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| 4:48 |
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In world news today officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan alias Scarface must be stopped
After being monitored by secret service agents for two years Evidence leads Tobacco and Fire Arms officials to believe that his literally dope lyrics promote drug usage and distribution Degrade women influence gambling promote and teach violence and more importantly Its influencing our minors and destroying our young community Officials say, he's the lord of underground rap and his music must be stopped We got this whole motherfucker on a mission Now the whole entire world's gotta try to come up with a quick decision They claim we threats to society And now they callin on the government to try and make somebody quiet For the bullshit they done to me Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat So why you tryin kick some dust up America's been always known for blaiming us niggas for they fuck-ups And we were always considered evil Now they tryin to bust our only code of communicating with our people Lets peep the game from a different angle Matt Dillon pulled his pistol every time him and someone tangled So why you criticize me For the shit that you see on your tv That rates worse than PG Just bring your ass to where they got me So you can feel the hand of the dead body [Chorus: x2] Nigga don't believe that song That nigga's wrong Gangstas don't live that long So now they tryin separation And sendin black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation Tappin into our conversation Saying the message that they give Bring forth or premeditation So David's got a silver mag While listenin to Brad, David gets mad and kills his dad David Duke's got a shotgun So why you get upset cause I got one A tisket a tasket A nigga got his ass kicked Shot in the face by a cop, close casket An open and sgut situation Cop gets got, the want to blame it on my occupation If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue me Because the shit that I be sayin ain't worse than no western money Don't blame me blame your man Gotti So you can feel the hand of the dead body [Chorus: x2] You best to free your mine Before I free my nine And stop fuckin with the void in pop Or feel my hot rocks Bang, bang, boom boom, ping ping I'm the black White boys gat a magazine and don't kow how to act I'll attack and make you vomit Down with Kahlid Abdul Muhammad Do he got a brother, I'm it now I'm the illest want to kill this house nigga Don Cornelius Can you feel this? You punk niggas make me sick Suckin' on the devil's dick Scared of revolution Need to start deuchin' Houston is the place I caught a case Them motherfuckers tried to put a scar on my face But i bust two times to the gut To the Reverend Calvin Butts Gotta pair of nuts? I started this gangsta shit in 86 Now you dissin' me For publicity Isn't he a hoe to the third degree Who me I'm a g who like to scrap-a-lot Down with Rap-A-Lot And I can't stop, won't stop So fuck Bill and Hillary Ice Cube their ain't no killin' me Ice Cube, Scarface Droppin' on these sellin' out niggas, doing it like this [Chorus: x2] |
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It's jumping off in H-Town, baby
Strictly for the funk lovers, give it to me And we really want the whole world to see How it goes We want your mind to blow, baby When you free your mind and let it float Let me roll We want your mind to blow Just let us hang with you Hanging in the hood, just shooting the breeze My partners on the cut smoking swisher sweets Tripping on the hoochies rolling by in they rides Guzzling up a forty ounce of cold St. Ides Jamming to a tape to my partner had made "Growing up in the Hood" being mixed with Face Swisher sweet's a killer, feeling nothing but nice Reached in my pocket for the old school dice Pulled out a knot and dropped the dice on the floor And asked my partner Mike what they hitting for Pulled out a yard and said, "We betting a dove" Tee Lee Baby, show your partner some love Kicking back fading, put the flame to the joint 3-2, drop baby, 3-2's your point Back in the do' with a fo' and a ace Picked up his ends and waved the dice in my face And then he hollered out "School house!" Schooled em again, now d's come in ounce And walked away from the crap game broke But it ain't no thing, yo, just let a brother smoke Let me roll We want your mind to blow Just got some things to do Back on the creep after losing some change Seen my partner, Big Chief and James Creeping on the boulevard, acting a fool Tripping on the broads at the old school Music bumping hard, never turning it down Trunk super tight with surround-by sound Paint job cracking cause the punch ain't fade Jamming that brand new 2Low tape Windows all smokey, blowing coke-laced seed I'm throwing up the deuce to the HPD Now they looking crazy like I sold the hay Just another day in the heart of S.A. Roll a little further there, I seen O.G. With his brother named, S.A. O.G. They chopped up the hood, so I'm chunking it back And then they pulled out a $200 sack When I saw it I almost choked Twist your partner one, big baby, just let your partner smoke Let me roll We want your mind to blow We got some things to do Smoking on some lovely, now I'm feeling fine It's jumping off at the 9.9 5th Ward in the house with the S.A. fools Ain't no set tripping cause we all so cool Drinking up the bottle, getting drunk as a skunk That 151 just ain't no punk Hit the stage and grabbed the mic and started flexing styles A stage full of tight MC's goin buckwild Now throw your hands in the air like that On the wheels of steel is my homie Lonnie Mack Getting down on his own Now I'm finna pass my partner Jay the microphone [Lil' Jay] Throw your hands in the air like that Northside where you at, where you at, where you at? Throw your hands in the air like that Southside where you at, where you at, where you at? Throw your hands in the air like that Eastside where you at, where you at, where you at? Throw your hands in the air like that Westside where you at, where you at, where you at? Let me roll We want your mind to blow Let me roll We want your mind to blow We got some things to do Just let us hang with you We some drink for you My partner Jay's |
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| 3:49 |
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<i>[Z-Ro]</i>
"King of Da Ghetto," whassup 'Face, big homey I greet the Father on my knees, with a bowed head and humbled heart My conversation is have mercy on me please I just wanna be happy will it come to pass Fresh out of my mind, been 27 years and every day I've seen is sad Even though I've tried 'til I've cried I can't even stand Feels like I've died a thousand times but just can't make it man Ain't nuttin different about me doin dirt Except I've never crept up on a come up maybe that's why the hustlin hurts I remember just like it was yesterday I'm 16 Can't find no love can't find no peace I wonder what it means Could it be because I didn't choose the devil all the time I became an outcast to the hood, restricted to my rhyme Where I could not just live my life without my talent makin danger Jealousy is now state jail from friends that turned to strangers They hate me, I don't understand why I swear I never seen a man cry, 'til it was my own eye <i>[Z-Ro]</i> I'm 21 and think I finally got a grip on life And how bills pay the apartment, a step-son and a step-wife But without a vehicle it's kinda hard to get around If I got weed I ride for free if not my partners let me down So now I'm livin to be one deep so much I'm hatin people Lookin at everybody, even babies like they Satan people Nobody understand me, everybody's trippin with me Wonder why when I gotta ride when none of my people flippin with me Too many haters tryin to take a player off his game Not tryin to be ballerific, I'm just tryin to have some thangs They're just like crabs in a bucket, these people pull me down If I didn't have so many obstacles think where I could be now On MTV or BET or in some magazine Instead I'm stressin, hooked on codeine, headed to tragedy Sometimes I think it's better just to die Because I never seen a man cry, 'til it was my own eye <i>[Z-Ro]</i> (What's happenin now) In the year two thousand (six) ain't nothin changed for Ro 12 albums strong, lookin for dough and yet I'm still po' Now I done had and I done lost and I done had again On the verge of suicide, I deeply wish I had a friend But even still a good samaritan is Z-Ro's way And with that Christian attitude I caught a homeboy case I done took too many blows, a punchin bag is how I feel The deep depression starts to set, sanity's outta here I start my mission tryin to find my fate CDC #4 in name I'm feelin oh-so-helpless in this place I want revenge it's heavy on my mind but ain't central Say don't fight evil with evil, try to relax and do yo' time I heard a voice say there wasn't no need in actin up Realized I wasn't at peace with God and had to patch it up Hopin that blessings fall out of the sky Z-Ro ain't never seen a man cry until it was his own eye |
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[Jay-Z talking]
Talk to me man... This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the muh'fuckin noise up We'll get right into the proceedings this evening Headphones are distortin, bring it down a lil' bit Okay - now we workin wit it The boy Face on the bassline, Face - Mob! Welcome to New York City... it's ya boy Young Hov' chea Kanye West on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's goin on now? Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to y'all for a minute Just gimme a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!) Lemme talk to these muh'fuckas, uhh [Jay-Z] Guess who's bizack? You still smellin crack in my clothes Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes Take it back out to taxin them roads When I was huggin it, niggaz couldn't do nuttin wit it Straight from the oven wit it - came from the dirt I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in me Still with me, pain plus work Shit she made me milk this game for all it's worth That's right, these niggaz can't fuck with me I'm callin guts everytime, drag my nuts everytime Homey, we make a great combination don't we? Me and the Face Mob, everytime we face-off Face it y'all, y'all niggaz playin basic ball I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I'm so cool! [Hook] Guess who's bizack? Back on the block with the old Face Mob Mack Mittens and Hov' Don't make me relapse Back to the block with the fo' Cuz this street shit is all I know [Scarface] From the womb to the tomb - a hot pot of joy and a spoon Tryna make me forty thousand and move Motels, star-studded, rock stars and goons Plain clothes wanna run in my room (whooooo...) But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob Started with an eightball, gotta get this cake dawg Give niggaz a break, nah, you know how the game go Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain (no) I'm out here to grind mo', rapped up in the paper chase I wanna fuck a fine hoe and candy paint the 88 Don't got no wholesale, cuz that ain't how I wanna run it Here take these five stones and bring a nigga back a hundred Gotta see my feet dude, you do shit a fiend do The fire get too hot in the kitchen, I hit the streets fool Money is an issue - and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part of the time We go to war and you ain't makin a dime (ha ha!) Cuz I got, shit to lose - a nigga out here payin his dues My baby walkin gotta get him some shoes It's a new game doin, lemme give ya the rules Get outta line and I'ma give ya the blues It's a new game doin, lemme give ya the rules Get outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa! [Beanie Sigel] Guess who's bizack? The boy B. Mizack - a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick Turn a whole one from a half a brick, look I mastered this You can smell it once the plastic rips A hot plate'll make ya swell up if ya gasket clicked You can make ya chips swell up, ya don't hafta pitch Play them corners like a safety, watch the traffic switch Young'n never pump fake, and you'll get past the blitz And keep ya whole hood on flip - like on box-spring Pissy Mack and shit, low old box of things Strictly glassy shit - I hug the block like a quart of water Shit I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter Till like deuce in the mornin, with the old heads Slangin loose quarters, this Philly cat back gatted (had it) Still fuckin with them crack addicts Still bustin with that black-matic [Hook] *whistling till fade* |
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| 5:25 |
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(ring) "don't answer that"
"Hello I'm not at home leave a message (beep) "Yo bitch this is (beep) pick up the phone bitch I know you're in there You fucking with that old fucking ass face now huh bitch Where my motherfucking kids at bitch Fucking bitch punk ass bitch!" Hey today must be my lucky day I turned the corner hit the block and seen that ass from a mile away (now where's she staying?) She must be new in the hood But I ain't trippin' on that shit, cause it's all good I rolled up on her, and I asked her her name ain't a damn thing changed , ain't no shame in my game She said, " Used to go Thomas" I slowed my rope, cause she just might be one of my homies' babies mamas Now where you headed, she said "Going to work" Gave me the look, I cracked a smile and thinink, "Going to flirt" My homies women ain't no thing to me, Cause if they caught one of my ho's, they'd do the same to me And furthermore she was peepin' my ride Convertible, 64, with the ride inside Super clean with the discus in full Higher than the fucks spittin' this to ho's: [Chorus] Please excuse my attitude, Sorry if I'm being rude, but I've got something to say to you Hoping you won't lose your cool I want to sneak you out to play with me, You can spend the day with me And we can ride and see the sights Its going down tonight Reminiscing on the bitch that I had back in the day Gave the bitch a call and she hung up in my face Now that's the pits She didn't have to put up a front I stuck that ass back in there And haven't called her for 3 months I guess they send me to be doggin' a chic Can't understand how you niggas just be hogging your bitch Go on and pass her, unass her, send her to the master Let he take a ride with the braster It cool, don't front, ooh, no sex No sweat-not even on my mind-we just met And furthermore, we can get to those But for now I'm rolling 'Raris spitting this to ho's: [Chorus] Now cruisin' to the crib with this bitch that I scooped Parked my Ferari, now I'm back in the coup, I knocked her boots- Your baby's mama put me to work I dragged that ass from the back, and knocked her shit in the dirt She wanted me badly so I put it inside She got the (front and back , side to side) Back and forth with the gangster glide Started off at 6 and didn't finish till 9 Hit the showers like I been out playing ball for the day She was asleep, cause she just had her drawers full of dick (now that's sick)And plus she got you staying at home With the kids all alone while she's gettin' her fuck on So believe me when you down in the brad I'm at the pad with your baby mama clowning that ass So player hatin' niggas check the bitch you chose I'll be mobbing in my 'Benz spitting this to ho's: [Chorus] |
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| 7:35 |
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Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr. Scarface went up the block again (All I have in this world all I have in this world All I have all I have all I have in this world) Ahh yeah hah Mr. Scarface is back in the motherfuckin house once again! Yea droppin some of that new Mr. Scarface Two, on your motherfuckin ass So suck a nigga dick, or make a nigga rich Or something, bitch Verse One: I don't give a FUCK about the chatter in the background Niggaz get beat when they step this is axe down If you don't know, I recommend you check And ask them motherfuckers, how many heads I put to rest I play a game but the game ain't roulette Slangin cane is the thang and I beat That there's a lot of wannabe Scarfaces I've heard the name in ninety-nine different places I'm here to squash it all original will speak Scarface on your ass from the streets I left my cut, in fear of a prison term They wanna put me in a chair and let me burn But go to prison on a murder rap, fuck that I refuse to be a visitor in state's camp So I broke and left behind all I worked for Either that or be sentenced for a drug war And many want to know why I've slowed up It's either that or get fucked Cause laws get happy on the trigger Say fuck it put a cap in a nigga But this ass ain't made for no caps homey This ass says 'Exit Only' So I get in the wind but hey A nigga still sold a quarter everyday I sat around for six months black Waitin for the day to make a comeback And now I'm ready for combat Mr. Scarface is back Chorus: repeat 2X (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have, all I have, all I have in this world) Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face On the farilla my nigga just call me Scarface Verse Two: Aiyyo Bido, drop that shit Yeah, heh heh Back in the South Park, six o'clock on the dot Checkin on my old rock spot I seen the same old set Heh, the small timers see me so they jet Buildin one-twenty-eight I got myself a bag and I can't wait To cut em up small to make a profit Niggaz on the cut short stop it Fiends'll see em small then they go Where, to see the motherfuckin pro One nigga got pissed And started reachin for his shit Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool Like I said before, you don't get a second chance dude Unloaded on his ass he was hurt Six shots put his dick in the dirt Laid him out like a motherfuckin rug Gettin pumped full of thirty-eight slugs Some other niggaz stepped out y'all Aww shit, I had to make a phone call Hello? Hay Jay Whassup? I'm in a little trouble man Where you at? I'm out here in South Park Village Stay right there, I'll be right on C'mon let's take these motherfucers to war main Jay called up some niggaz from the 5th Ward And came back with a motherfuckin hit squad Motherfuckin uzi machine Big Chief packed an M-16 Will and AK with a banana clip And little Bill had a god damn pistol grip I hit a little laugh and got me a buzz And that's about the time they got drugged One more war took place You can call me the shit started, or call me Mr. Scarface Chorus Verse Three: Damn, check this shit out Later on, all alone, you know what happened next Another bitch came by to give me sex It was kind of strange I was thrown off The last bitch got her head blown off But fuck I ain'tsta pass up no pooty She started strippin at the door, oh goody I got in that ass with the quickness Fuckin her down with the diznick I didn't have to pretend I loved her All she wanted me to do was just fuck her So I gave it up to the lady And all she said was 'Fuck me baby, fuck me baby' I started stroking in an outrage The whole while I was starin at my twelve gauge The bitch was makin noise I said I'm killin her And all the while my dick was hard and he was still in her I made a nut as she fell to the floor I heard a knock on the front door I grabbed the twelve gauge from the bed head Who is it? (Fred) Who? Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the door By that time someone jumped in the window Now what the fuck was I do? *bam bam bam* The bitch packed a twenty-two Hit him in his head, there she laid him The nigga standin by the door I sprayed him *automatic fires* And headed for the back I seen that same old brown cadillac It kinda fucked me up at first Cause the nigga that drove that caddy rode away in a hearse I opened up fire on the ride G Who I was shootin for was standin right behind me I had a double barrel pointed at my ass Could this be the end of Mr. Brad? I don't know what happened to the slut Well that's about the time the closet door it opened up *kicked open* On your ass trick! I'll be damned if I go out like the last bitch! Heh, five-oh's on my ass main They know me by the face, but they don't know my last name Now I'm back on the case Yeah, just call me Mr. Scarface |
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| 4:52 |
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[Scarface]
Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see Do you think I'm cra-zy??? (AAAAAGHHH!! Just bein me) Sometimes I wanna die, maybe I'll be free Free from all this bullshit that's constantly surroundin me (I can feel it in my head) I see when I'm asleep I don't wish to discustin, cause it done been too deep I'm tired of bein' stepped on, and past around like weed Look me in my eyes (Look me in my eyes) and tell me what you see (and tell me what you see) Can you see my future, and what lies down the line? Is it just my test, or is it just my time? Time for me to pay, for all the wrong I've did I forgot to be picked off, when I was just a kid A poison in my mind, tryin to find relief But I can't get no peace, cause Shoemaukers been chasin me Tryin' to set me up, bustin down my streets Blockin' up my door, to see if he can catch me But I don't sell no dope, so fuck what niggas say Fuck Ronnie Carbone(?), and fuck the D.E.A. And fuck these undercovers, that lock me up for weed You can search me all you want to, but you won't find no cheese And I ain't finna snitch, cause I don't know a thang Don't ask me shit bout Steve, don't ask me shit bout Jane I know you crackrs pissed off, I can see it in your eyes I'm down with Rap-A-Lot, until the day that I die (Until the day that I die) So fuck you in ya asses, you know it's all a lie You just wanna destroy me, just like you did my guy But now I must expose you, and tell my boys the truth Listen up my niggaz: "The F.B.I. been watchin' you" Especially if you black, and tryin to leave the streets And get off in this music, you see the way they doin me Runnin in my crib, makin niggaz lie Nigga get a scapegoat and take this 25 You know I ain't no dopeboy, ain't never been a mule I admit I use to sell rocks, but that was back in school Now I just do music, and smoke a little weed but not enough to run a dope house, so why you fuck with me? [Chorus] Look me in my eyes! Will you look in my eyes, and tell me do you see what I see?(My eyes!) Will you look in my eyes, and tell me do you see a Geeeeeeeee? [Scarface] Look me in my eyes, I've told all I could tell you And now you know too much, if you leak a word I'll kill you You think that I'm insane, partially deranged? You've had your chance to pick my brain, now explain What's up with all these nightmares, this long rewinding road that leads me to the same place I started from; right before I left home (Look me in my eyes!) I thought you was a shrink Diagnosed my symptons, I give you time to think OK your time is up, now analyze my life Please remove your glasses, look me in my eyes (Look me in my eyes, my eyes) You seemed to be confused, I raised up off his sofa Put back on my shoes, because this sessions over I headed for the door, he stopped me in my tracks He said he had an answer, he told me to come back He spoke the book of Matthew then he spoke the book of Luke But he stopped at Revelations, when he just spoke the truth And told me all my answers, I would find in his book If I just stopped and looked, if I just stopped and looked Told me to seek in he who seeks he shall find Then he put back on his glasses, and looked me in my eyes Looked me in my eyes [Chorus](2x) |
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