Scarface - The Diary (2005) by Scarface (보컬) on maniadb.com

Now the funeral is over and all the tears are dried up
Niggas hangin deep on the cut gettin fired up
Lookin for the nigga who pulled his pistol on my homie
An eye for an eye, so now your life is what you owe me
Look deep into the eyes of your muthafuckin killer
I want you to witness your muthafuckin murder, nigga
And since you wants to kill, then your ass has got to fry
But ain't no police, therefore your ass has gots to die
We play the game for keeps and if you slept I guess you sleep
You sho nuff fucked and now your ass is six feet deep
Cause where I come from, yo, everybody's got a gat
And niggas try your ass just to see where you got your heart at
And if your shit is flimsy, then your ass is gonna bend
And like I said before there'll be no tears in the end
I'm rollin through your hood, now my heart is filled with anger
You at your sister's house and now your sister's life in danger
(By a total stranger) with the ?kanga?
Niggas wanna bang ya and hang ya
Sting ya with one up in the chamber
Let's take a trip up Holloway
So you can see how many niggas in my hood is down to die today
We standin up for our own shit
And if you outside the click, then you die, bitch
It ain't no love in this muthafucka
It ain't no love for yourself or your other brother
Because we real with this shit, so we stay true
And since we bang, we do what O.G.'s say do
I've got the mind of the man in the mirror
So I'm lookin at me vaguely
But I can't seem to fade me
I've got my pistol pon cock
Ready to lay shots non-stop
Until I see your monkey-ass drop
And let your homies know who done it
Cause when it comes to this gangsta shit
you muthafuckas know who run it
So when you put this muthafucka to the test
You gotta realize somethin, nigga: (you fuckin with the very best)
I've got this killer up inside of me
I can't talk to my mother, so I talk to my diary
I'm goin off on the deep end
I find myself face to face with myself while I'm sleepin
I see your picture in my head and my hand shake
You can run, you can hide, but there's no escape
My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy
I got to get this muthafucka before he gets to me
So in your own blood you'll bathe
And I won't stop until I put this muthafucka in his fuckin grave
And I can say this once again
You can cry but you'll still die, there'll be no tears in the end

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?

(And meanwhile, on the Southside of town...)

Chorus:

Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood,
what do you see?
(I see some muthafuckin' G's)
Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood,
tell me what you see?
(Some muthafuckin' G's)

(verse 1)
Roamin' in my muthafuckin' hood and thangs
Seems to me my mutherfuckin' hood done changed
Cause niggas used to kick it with the rival gangs
But now we gots to deal with them survival thangs
.45 in my lap when I'm on the creep
Niggas livin' shife, so I roll one deep
Cause now they see me flippin' in the 1-9-9-4
C.S.I. nigga, black 850
And now they lookin' at me crazy
But off-brand niggas can suck a dick because they can't fade me
And if it came down to the gun, black
I never cracked up on the pressure, cause I was trained for combat
So get yo' muthafuckin' boys together
I represent S.A., nigga, and we makin' noise forever
And gettin' paid at the same time
So you respect a muthafucka when a muthafucka claim mine
Cause if you disrespect, you ass out
And they we rolling through yo' shit in the glasshouse
Actin' bad with the flashers on
Makin' niggas get they asses on
Cause ain't no mutherfuckin' love for fools
Who come around this muthafucka trying to scrub, you fools
It ain't no haps on it, hops
We snaps on the cops
And straps on the glocks
And take the law into our own hands
Cause you ain't fucking with a rookin, nigga, you fucking with a grown man
And we gon' show you what we mean by funk
Muthafucka, you ain't see my trunk
I got a (SK) and a (AK)
And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day
So recognize a real nigga from the streets
When you rolling through yo' mutherfuckin' hood, what do you see?

Chorus...

(verse 2)
Hollerin at my homie at the swisher house
Scope a 40 bag and we hit the spot
Put my shit in park and got up under the tree
Pull the swishers out and gave the ganja to 3
Rapped us up a fattie and we started to smoke
Eyes gettin' red cause we higher than coke
A nigga chillin' cause it's all good
And we ain't trippin' on the bullshit, nigga, because we all hood
But other niggas don't wanna see it that way
But all I got to say is: you don't wanna see that S.A.
Because we're all upon a mission
Killin don't make us no different
And dyin don't make it no different
Cause I done been to mo' wakes in this past year
Than the muthafuckin Bingos lost last year
So ain't no muthafuckin' thang for me
To kill a nigga who ain't fuckin' with the gang with me

Chorus...

(verse 3)
Formaldehyde smokin, niggas gettin' loc'ed and
Ready to pull your coat and leave your stomach open
Scoping, hoping for you to fuck up and slip
So we can have a reason for fuckin' up your shit
(It ain't no muthafuckin' peace when they see me)
Cause we never had a muthafuckin' peace treaty
So I know I got to get em with game
And when I hit em with the game I gotta hit em with this damn thang
Cause it's kill or be killed, never cut slack
And if you cut slack, they bust back, fuck that
I never give a second chance to pull the first gun
Cause if they bust one time, that be the worst one
And that's the one that can close the shop
So you gotta stand and hold the glock
Cause in my muthafuckin' hood, that's how it be
But when you're rollin' through your muthafucking hood, what do YOU see?

Chorus...

Man: So what you gonna when you get outta here, cat daddy?
Scarface: I don't know dawg...just trying to live it one day at a time, you know?
Man: I hear you talkin' man, live it one day at a time...ain't nothin' but a thing though, bro.
Scarface: Yeah I hear you fool. Well let me get up outta here, man, my ride out here waitin' fo' me
Man: Aight cat, take it easy baby.
Scarface: Stay up fool..... peace.

Verse 1:

He greets his father with his hands out, rehabilitated slightly,
Glad to be the man's child
The world is different since he's seen it last...
Out of jail---been seven years---and he's happy that he's free at last
All he had was his mother's letters
Now he's home and he's gotta make a change and make it for the better
But he's black, so he's got one strike against him
And he's young, plus he came up in the system
But he's smart, and he's finally makin' eighteen
And his goal's to get on top and try to stay clean
So he's callin' up his homie who done came up
Livin' like this now they dealin' with the same stuff
And had that attitude that who he was was worth it
And with that fucked up attitude he killed his first man
Now it's different, he done did dirt
And realized, killin' men meant comin' up, but it still hurt
And can't nobody change this
It's nineteen-ninety-fo', and we up against the same shit
I never understood why
I could never see a man cry, 'til I seen a man die

*instrumental chorus*

Verse two:

Imagine life, at it's full peak
Then imagine, lying dead, in the arms of your enemy
Imagine peace, on this earth, when there's no grief
Imagine grief, on this earth, when there's no peace
Everybody's got a different way of endin' it
And when your number comes for service then they send it in
Now your time has arrived for your final test
I see the fear in your eyes and hear your final breath
How much longer will it be 'til it's all done?
Total darkness and ease be in all one
I watch him die and when he dies, let us celebrate
You took his life, but your memory he'll never take
You'll be headed to another place
And the life you used to live will reflect in your mother's face
I still gotta wonder why
I never seen a man cry, 'til I seen a man die

*chorus*

Verse 3:

I hear you breathin', but your heart no longer sounds strong
But you kinda scared of dying, so you hold on
And you keep on blackin' out, and your pulse is low
Stop trying to fight the Reaper, just relax and let it go
Because there's no way you can fight it, but you'll still try
And you can try it 'til you fight it, but you'll still die
Now your spirit leaves your body and your mind clears
The rigormortis starts to set, now you outta here
You start your journey into outer space
You see yourself, in the light, but you're still feelin' outta place
So you standin' in the tunnel of eternal light,
And you see the ones you never learned to love in life
Make the choice, let it go, but you can back it up
If you ain't at peace with God you need to patch it up
But if you ready close your eyes and we can set it free
There lies a man not scared to die, may he rest in peace
I still gotta wonder why,
I never seen a man cry 'til I seen that man die

*chorus*

(feat. B Legit & Bushwick Bill)

[B Legit]
I flipmake hitsand stick like peanut butter
Five g's to the homie my money he didn't stutter
The gutter with the gatsfuck thatwe need the lucho
It ain't no in between such things as being neutral
We shoot y'allanswering to me if it's needed
Catch you in the bucket and fuck it we gon feed it
We bleed itA K spray and nine milla
You fuckin with a killa for scrilla
Money wanna deala
Peel 'em from the back and fact, you're ass out
Throw you in the trunk, we bump and mash out
We blast out and get the fuck outta dodge
And leave your body corpse parked at the Travellodge
You can't reason with a fool with guns and no brains
Thrown off your balcony get stoned and let's remain
We stressed main, paper come up short
Plus this bitch with my baby tryin to take me to court
I need a new quarter, plus my screws is loose
Makin niggas wanna pour shit down like orange juice
I one two, and slap the fuck outta you
So go on about my business bitch, and do what you do
You like to run shit
Do what you do
You fuck with powder bitch?
Hey yo, do what you do
You turn dyke too
Yeah, do what you do
But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too
If you build a heist
Yo, do what you do
You like to talk the vice?
Do what you do
Speakin on my crew
Nigga, do what you do
But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too

[Bushwick Bill]
Me and two freaks in B-Legit's back seat
F-u-c-k-i-n-g
I got clunkers, cuz you know big Chuck like em plump
Sippin hurricane bumpin slurricane cuz it thumps
In my trunk my pistol grip pump at all times
Kryptonite got me blowed cuz I hit it five times
I got condom on my dick, but my mind is on scrilla
Bitches just respect this nigga Chuck and I'ma killa
Me and my nigga, four hoes, weed, and liquor
Headed to the boat to freak these bitches on the river
And since I'm from the south these hoes showin me love
And B is from the west, he really don't give a fuck
Twenty minutes later, all hell broke loose
Bitches suckin dick and lickin up nut juice
One bitch said she like to eat pussy too
She looked at me, I said shit, bitch, do what you do
Bitch you like suckin dick?
Do what you do
Homie, you like to eat pussy?
Do what you do
Nigga you like bein broke?
Do what you do
Bitch you wanna fuck me, I wanna fuck you too
Nigga you like stealin cars?
Do what you do
Nigga you like bein 'hind bars?
Do what you do
Nigga you don't give a fuck about shit?
Do what you do
Nigga it's fuck Bushwick, well fuck you too

(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]

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]

I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at candles
Are we on the radio dukes?
Awww yeah, give it to me

Yeah, at night I can't sleep
I'm tossin' and turnin'
I still got the candlesticks burnin'
It ain't changed but it's a different time
And I'm still playin' tricks with my mind
My mothers always stressin' that I'm livin' wrong
But I got my smith and wesson so I'm gettin' grown
And their lookin' at your little boys success
And I been thinkin', I'm dealin' with too much stress
So I stay up on my p's and q's
And watch out for the g's and fools
Cause the homies that I thought I had
See me stackin' up a grip
And they just started talkin' bad
So I stay away from outsiders
And when I roll through, it makes 'em open they mouth wider
I used to think that you was my one and only homie
My mind was playin' tricks on me
My mind was playin' tricks on me

Yeah

Dear diary I'm havin' a little trouble with my mind state
How many bullets would it take to change my mind? wait
Sometimes I want to end it but I don't though
They tell me see my pastor but I don't go
Cause they all be on this one street


So I take it on myself to thank him one deep
And give my money to the most needy
And never put it in the hands of the most greedy
Cause their puttin' a price tag on a man's word
And it's a fashion show, so the men flirt
The world is endin' so they try to make us switch fast
And they openin' up these churches for some quick cash
And usin' the money fo' they new cribs
While brother johnson just got kicked out where he lived
I follow no man, cause man be phoney
My mind was playin' tricks on me
My mind was playin' tricks on me

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like I'm the one that's doin' dope
Can't seem to keep my mind on a steady track
I'm all about gettin' mine so I study that
But it seems they want to get me
So I try to keep my nine millimeter wit me
Just in case they want to see a homies head blown
But I got to stay around to see my kids grown
I finally found a woman who could deal wit me
Back then I had a woman who wouldn't real wit me
And now she's back with her old lady
And now I got it goin' on and they sure hate me
Now I'm a gone and she's alone
Hahahaha, her mind was playin' tricks on her
One time for your motherf**kin' mind
Bringin' it back like this here
1-9-9-1 all the way to the 1-9-9-4 and they me face
My mind was playin' tricks on me

(Say, Face .. nigga, I think I can fade you now)
What, fade me how?
(Sheeit, on this rap shit)
Come on, nigga..

I brought my chopper and my hard hat
The shit's fucked up now show a nigga where the war at
Cause I'm about to clean house
Stick this a.k. up your ass and blow that fucker clean out
Cause you niggas in the wrong
You came up short and now we fin to get it going on
I ain't your average motherfucker
You step out of line and watch a motherfucker bust ya
Cause you done came at me the wrong way
I ain't no Clint Eastwood, nigga, and you done picked the wrong day
So bring your ass to the battleground
Rat-a-tat-tat, like that is how my gat'll sound
Avoid no niggas cause niggas be human
I squeeze the trigger and niggas be moving
Cause I don't point it in the air and pull the trigger (why?)
I'd rather point it at your ass and watch the nigga die
I gives a fuck about your team mates
When it's all said and done you're gonna wish you never seen 'face
You shoulda seen that lil nigga Brad
James through here, seen Dave and, yo that nigga bad
And your homies better stand still
Don't make my brother Warren bust one of you bitches cause the man will
Don't bring your ass to my picnic
Cause I done had it up to here with all you niggas talking that bitch shit
So you better get your shit right
I'm from the state where you rarely see a motherfucking fist fight
It's all about the gun blast
So you can miss me with that bullshit you spitting with your punk ass
It's the diary of a born killer
Don't have to worry about me falling off this thang cause I'm a strong nigga
Doubt my regard of the hard
With niggas behind me from East Oakland to the South Park
I've got the mind of the man right behind ya
You can run, you can hide but I'll still find ya
Like I say there's no getaway
And I'm gon' have it where your family'll have to throw your shit away
It's the return of the real niggas
I'm prejudiced to a certain extent but still I kill niggas
I'll bust that ass on the fucking double
So push on with that ho shit, bitch, cause you don't want trouble
So get your ass up of my shoestrings
And let your shermed nigga do things

Ay, ay, ay where you fin to go, fool?
(I can't fuck with it, you got it, man)
Come on, man .. you wanna rap, nigga?
(I can't do it) Come on
You see, you see! That's how motherfucker is, dogg
That's how motherfuckers be, punk ass hoes
You motherfuckers better quit fucking with me like this
That's really doe