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Its on and once again I come to you wit rough shit
Game to bust shit when mutha fuckers wanna fuck wit The mastermind will bring it once I seen it in light Awaken by the sounds of niggas screamin' at night Cover your eyes I leave you face to face with your maker the time taker intend your mind so now I break ya No runnin' from it you should've ran before I done it cause now I got this loaded twelve gage against your stomach You scarred for life and your whole high life's invited burned alive its all for real so tonight I ignite and leave you all face down to die with no will to live I can see the fear in your eyes No warning surprise nigga I come for taking Your soul for satan watching' every move that your making Your sure mistaken if you a ho before I turn out Walking away I'll heat you up and leave you burnt out-nigga I'm hard to kill cause I refuse to die and can't no man born of woman alive kill me I'm Untouchable Un-touch a-ble out here baby (I'm untouchable) Un-touch a-ble out here baby (I'm unfuckable) Un-touch a-ble out here baby Un-touch a-ble out here baby It's danger I'm standin' in the footsteps of danger wit a loaded Mac 11 stripped wit rips in the chamber The anger I aim the barrel of the hanger deep into the mind of this mutha fuckin stranger I change ya outlook on living and I leave ya frozen starin' into space shakin' seizuring I told ya the southside niggas roll deep I showed ya the northside niggas don't sleep Ya beat I'm coming down shootin up your section you are now witnessing the gangster shit pure perfection I'm old school O.G. niggas know me from slanging' eightballs uncooked to moving whole keys Now why these niggas wanna test my skills I'm a killa and I chastise steel To mix and mingle with this millionaire status and send a mutha fucker to hell when he fuck with Brad-it's the killer instinct that never left me the southside still true to the game little lefty is back wit shit that mutha fuckers can't fade rhyming but still you mutha fuckers aint paid So how can one try to see the unseen Before you step your ass to the square know one thing It's closed curtain we leavin' mutha fuckers hurtin' It's Rap-a-Lot Mafia life we all workin' Punk we shut you down before you get it started You can hate it but I'm goin' get mines and that's regardless- bitch I got these niggas boo-hooin' like hoes Jealous of the game I obtain and I chose to exercise to the best of my ability It aint no mutha fuckin' kill me I'm Untouchable Un-touch a-ble out here baby (I'm untouchable) Un-touch a-ble out here baby Un-touch a-ble out here baby (Unfuckable) Un-touch a-ble out here baby |
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| 3. |
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It's the return of the real nigga wit real shit
and when the smoke dies down its still a nigga left to deal wit This mutha fucker standin one deep solo exercising parts of the game but don't know I bring it to a mutha fucker full throttle and any mutha fucker want pain I brought the full bottle now take ya two of these and call me in the morning three times point blank range wit no warning Nigga I'm straight killa slash for show drama and every mutha fucker involved gon' face drama Punk I aint no mutha fucka rappin in song You bust your caps when you rap but I bust back at your dome bitch And this is always all day killa and bitches who be stressin me out I get rid of I'm still a guerilla in these goddamn streets walkin up on mutha fuckers and leavin 'em sleep Hook: (Cause if you gonna ride then we can ride) But 99.9 of the times you gon' die (Die mutha fucker die mutha fucker die) Mutha fuckers crowdin my space they gon' die I can't believe you hoes is playin wit this but since you mutha fuckers want drama I'll bring you this shit I got my dime down cocked and shined just a homie from the hood had the paper still I'm bout to grind What you thought this was nigga some studio gimmick a mutha fucker talking that shit but couldn't spend it-shit I come around this mutha fucker bending beads and dare one of you hoes to come and fuck wit me I'm real with it I'll warn you mutha fuckers again that if you step to me wit ho shit I'm turning you in Shocked-and shot wit five holes in your memory and when you headed for hell you gon' remember me The one MC who told you niggas once and after that he gave no warning he straight done him- punk I got my mind all made up to go off when bitches start to threaten my life I go off Take a walk on the wild side and all the coloreds go whoop whoop when I come down in my coupe And mutha fuckers hatin me come give it a try but 99.9 of the times you gon' die wit no warnin Dealing wit the killer wit the strap out No warnin -then All fo a sudden homie blacks out wit no warnin And now your dealing with your outer body energy all the pain you left in your life you still feeling me Everybody living must have thought it would change But living fast and dying young's a part of the game How can one spit the game so sure turned around and emptied his than wit no warning |
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| 4. |
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Meanwhile, on the Southside of town...
[Chorus] Southside, the south, southside (8X) [Scarface] Now what you niggas know about the dirty South Nigga you spit the wrong shit you gettin' spurred in the mouth Southside, let the spotlight shine, heat 'em up Introduce 'em to the glock 1-9, beat 'em up Who in the muthafuckin' house y'all, the Gulf Coast Sippin' blurbs, we perb on, serve and get a smoke Eyes bleedin' from the brown shit The porch thick as you could ever fuk around wit And shut you down, bitch I represent from all angles of the south From S.A. to M-I-A, we in the house Knockin' busta muthafuckas out So what you sayin' If you for real about this Goddamn game You'd say you playin' So what you claimin' Peep the game that's bein' spit Tell dem niggas who ain't listenin' That Southside's the shit I'm screamin' "Dirty South" While I'm chuckin' up my deuce Dedicated to my down ass niggas The South trues, the Southside [Chorus] [Devin] Southside, nigga what, nigga southside Bitches come a dime from outta town With they mouth wide open Scopin' out the popped trunks, trippin' Off the candy paint, drippin' Elbows and vogues slippin' Lookin' for sumtin' to happen And thinkin' that these streets are cool And I'm the fool to show 'em 'round 'Cuz I be rappin' That's when I let 'em know Hoe, there's no southern hospitality 'Cuz when dey get here Then the southern fatality I ball Wit a group of niggas when it's time to do a job Fuck these groupie bitches smokin' drankin' with the squad Because it gets crazy after dark They keep they hands on they gun From 5th ward to South Park The Southside [Chorus] [Tela] Bitches and hoes, jewelry and clothes Money to fold, afterparties and shows That's how it goes in this dirty hole Southside muthafuckas need to let 'em know that uhh (Niggas ain't playin' in Texas) Even our bitches be bouncin' in bubble Lexus In the 'llac, in the back, wit yack That's our thang Niggas got game and you slang like main I been around the world and I-I-I-I Love my Southside niggas I don't know man I don't know why, why We some live ass niggas Makes no sense how they pimp in the Chi I'm gone ball from the H to the M 'til I die A-T-L, what the hell, you know Atlanta be live In between New Orleans, shit , we 'bout it and high Come on |
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| 5. |
| 3:54 |
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verse 1:
He wanted drama so I brought him pain wadadadang listen to my nine millimeter go bang out goes your brains; feel the motherfuckin terror and you ain't felt the comin of death like this ever you paused; and now I got a Colt 45 semiautomatic explodin between your eyes; surprise you never thought your yesterdays would come back to haunt you but believe me, I've come back to haunt you I'm bout to bring your dog days to you mista cause rules in the streets you come off we come get ya and hit ya'; and I done let you slide a few times but eventually you gots to die in due time sunshine chorus:(x2) sunshine everybody needs sunshine my life, my life, my life verse: his mama must've got the news the little boy that she gave birth to was on of them niggas they pulled out the room and all my other little homies stood shocked while they watched my other little homie bleed non-stop on the other side of sorrow is a father being torn apart by the sight of his son's lying in the morgue he mourned cuz now he got to deal with the fact that his child is gone and tears can't bring him back turn on the T.V. and seen the unabomber I flew to D.C., still they got no karma and everybody say they think its all gonna change you paint me pictures, but they all look the same its strange, I'm standin in my own frame of thought remainin in the street game framin which I was taught I was taught to always keep my eyes open wide cause in these streets you got to ride or you die I've seen a child born and I've seen a man die can't live forever and I understand why so when your time comes will you crawl or be brave and in between judgement will you fall or be saved sunshine chorus verse 3: tears rolled town his face as he stared at his potna with his chest full of holes and his head full of coppa broke his ass off something propa; he's in the morgue with his brains in a shitbag and a toetag on-gone this motherfucka must've thought he was a cat and had nine lives but ended up on his back and then the reaper came and took control of your mind and you can't think you got a hole in your mind you dyin' and can't nobody bring you out your coma when this nigga brought the end and turned the lights out for ya see ya and I wouldn't want to be in your position cause starin' the shaft of a strap and you the mission means one thing you let a mothafucka catch you on the sneak tip and put your ass off in some deep shit; got the deep six and everybody sad sendin' flowers to your ceremony they lost thier motherfuckin' homey damn Audi 5 on some dumb shit and motherfuckers steady riskin their safety behind this dumb shit but I refuse to give a nigga mine I give a nigga nine chorus |
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| 4:30 |
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Scarface:
Money makes the world go round Money makes me do all things I do Hang with my homies smoke weed drink brew Ride down Belford one deep and ?? crew And money makes the world go round Money makes the world go round Living in a mansion one day with my wife Stack me up some papers these days one night If wind stop blowing these days than my sight Winds start blowing I'm paid trump tight Got to have papers these days in my life I got to have paper these days of my life Chorus: Repeat 6X |
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| 4:33 |
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verse 1:
I got this coffee pot of white soap stuck my hanger down the center when I entered I spent it cause it was like dope But on the real-a he was jackin' me for scratch cause out of 36 ounces this motherfucker brought me 20 back I'm slanging 20 sacs cause I done lost 16 and these goddamn streets aint going to bring me back Now could it be the southside big baller Bolo rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn I'm going up on my whole thangs And stepped on don't go runnin my clique cause it's a old game And all I ever wanted was some hundred stacks I went from slangin' o-z's to movin' hundred sacks Gotta make my money back Cause I done came too far up in these goddamn streets to get my money snatched I'm so for real about this motherfuckin skrill that any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin' killed For real chorus: (scratching and mixing) All I have is this small skrilla verse 2: I know this nigga run this game of life So motherfuckin sheist that at night he got to sleep with lights Cause he done come across with shit so shade that mutha fuckers comin with clips to locate him Aint no waitin and once they spot him they gon' sure face him and once the got him they gon' sure waste him This aint no mutha fuckin joke nigga it aint worth it and even if your mother gets in it you cant surface It was all purpose just like that bullshit you was serving it was all purpose We all chipped in nigga and we all hurting I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine when a niggas 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes I'm on the corner selling whole eights I don't remember being this fuckin paranoid since I sold weight I went from 50 sacs to 50 packs And all because this motherfucker got jipped he wants to jip me back But when I find him I'm gon finalize him Just to let a nigga know I'm for real and down to die for mine And I'm for real about this mutha fuckin skrill that any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin killed For real chorus verse 3: Game made to be swift since eighty-six when I started Seems like niggas with hustle got outsmarted Cause now they wanna analyze they homies for scratch Catch them when they sleeping come down and up scrap And even though I plotted hittin' niggas for ends I never took out straps and shot gats at friends It was all about being for real where I was from Where very few niggas came real but I was one I dedicate this to my homies stuck in battle Living life being caught up in this mutha fuckin' gamble The game made to be changed but the niggas still started Cocaine seems to be blamed for the niggas gettin slaughtered How many times you had your homie shot By the same mutha fucker whose game came from your homies block Niggas get caught up in the paper chase and lose respect for the game that was honored before the cake was made chorus |
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One up for the hustlers and two times for the mathematics
Long as I can grind I'm scratching Stacking cause moneys got a funny way of finding Your ass this coming out your account when you start the climbing and blindly got you on a major chase for paper And now you got your eyes on my vault tryin' to take my paper The vapors will leave niggas wit dreams to face satan I'm pacin' with infa-red beams just waiting Hatin' and I don't cause the conversation He spoke wit his killer but now he's got to face him Racin cause off in these streets you aint promised tomorrow So if you bring pain I bring sorrow I warn you aint never been down to die slowly Surely I got niggas down to die for me You owe me and I want it all and that's that Bitch you got to pay wit your life not scratch chorus: Don't want no money I want your life Don't want no money I want your life We straight niggas roll subtractors gettin down aint no factor We just like boys in the hood wit no actors Jack you got niggas dow to come find you and heat your ass up and leave your yesterdays behind you Remind you a niggas definition means killa if he out of paper he gots to go bring the skrilla Stretch you aint never seen drama like I can bring it I'll wet you and leave you face down for no reason I seen it- aint many ways that you can change it I'm dangerous society got me stamped so I'm gon' blame it Aiming and if you cal canning at the planet Stampin' any muther fucker left standin is stranded And I want it all and that's that Bitch you got to play wit your life not scratch |
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(Scarface whispering):
I don't really remember feeling like this Got this love formin' in my life???rom this dame And indeed took the form of life???t'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 MaryJane mess with all my folks???ot 'em high For the days that they were lost and broke???hit got 'em by Only right was stopping it from props Plus she from the block of only finer crops Do your thang MaryJane chorus: Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Happy just to hear your name Do your than MaryJane Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary When the world starts to stress you out???hat you do? Put a cancer stick up in your mouth???r grab a brew Sold in stores but the fact remains is???hey 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?ll I need Your natural you come from seeds? decree Makes me happy when I'm feelin' pain Once again makes me happy just to hear your name Do your thang MaryJane chorus: 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 When you sad depressed and feeling strange???ho you blame Need some company to keep you sane?all her name MaryJane I love you MaryJane???o your thang You're all I need to get me through this thang???rue to game You aint never made me stash my thang???cratch the brain Anything you've always kept me tame?nd its plain For me to see that you my everything?aryJane MaryJane helps to ease the brain???hen you hang Through the seasons you aint never change???tayed the same Never seen what people seen in speed???ou became Naturally you everything we need???o the thang Do your thang baby true indeed Do your thang MaryJane 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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| 5:01 |
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Intro: 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 repercutions 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 cemetary 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 Chours: Johnny P, 2Pac Smiiiiiile for me , won't you smile (smile for me now) Just smiiiile (smile), smile for me (What cha lookin' all sad for? Nigga you black, smile for me now) Smiiiiiile for me (nigga you ain't got nothin' to be worried about) Won't you smile (no doubt, smile for me now) just smiiiiile (And the next generation) Verse Two: 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 Over football chose to cook raw, and takin' a gig 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 (without 2pac) Verse Three: 2Pac Fuck the world as we ???? and witness furious speeds of unaswered 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 penitenturies 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 talking) And now a moment of silence, let us pray And as you journey into outerspace may the angels help to lead the way May the prayers that the families made shine up on your soul to keep you safe And all the homies that done passed away Be 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 Can we say a prayer for our homie 'Pac? Smile (Smile for me) (All ya need to do is smile) (Woooo smile for me) (Come on smile for me) |
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| 5:05 |
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[ VERSE 1: Scarface ]
It's been a long time comin But now I'm back up in this bitch to hit these niggas with this gangsta shit I keep the strong rhymes runnin My shit don't switch, I'm 10 years in, and ain't changed one bit It's all about the real, nigga I keeps it real, nigga And won't sell out for ??? with Tommy Hilfiger Fucker, I figure niggas wanna see The side of society they don't see on TV So when I bring the shit, I bring the shit like I seen it And when I scream the shit, I sing the shit like I mean it No secret, these muthafuckas figure I'm a threat Cause I ain't fallin short to the traps the demon set Now sweat, cause now I got my head in your books And when I think 'cracker', my definition read 'crook' Now look, we're livin under laws that they set Back then we were treated like dogs and wasn't shit And slowly but surely the shit changed >From they fault, but if you black, then you get blamed A damn shame, that means this muthafucka's one-sided And blacks, we get lost in the sauce, because we unguided These muthafuckas had a plan from the start Get what they can get and rip they assholes apart They smart [ CHORUS: Devin / (Tony 'Scarface' Montana) ] They smart, man (Those guys...) You niggas better watch yo ass (..they're the bad guys) Them bastards they smart, man (Those guys...) It's up to us for how long we gon' last (..they're the bad guys) |
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| 5:58 |
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[ VERSE 1 ]
Deep in the mind that wide opens Right here we stand alive, we live focused We open-minded, still we die hopeless With our pride broken and bullet holes covered where we stay at And everybody's playing for keeps, most people pray that We all make it up out this godforsaken place that we've been all faced with We take our chances but they all wasted And once again you see me (marching, mobbing) But how long must I continue to see my homies dodgin these marksmen The whole nine put on the line but never in mind to become the head sergeant We all targets, the votes are in, but they ain't ours We got these politicians running their game to regain power While our whole black community sours Crime rate towers, plagued by white powders And they claim to helping us to clean up our community But ain't no open opportunities, impunity Is what these demons use to regulate We keep in mind we can run but we can't hide cause the streets we walk are never safe Still all my shattered hopes and dreams remain scattered Broken into thousands of pieces, smashed and tattered But it don't matter, hipocrisy in your democracy Is stopping me, so I'm retaliating properly Theologically, society has got me pressured by the hate And Heaven knows I have faith, I have faith (I just wanna celebrate) --> Rare Earth (I just wanna celebrate) Have faith (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) [ VERSE 2 ] Rudely awaken from this bad dream Thinking my conscience wants to tell me something because of these bad things (Past things) got me in the center of these mad dreams (Flashing) homicidal ( ? ) fatal slashings Now I'm asking: explain to me these visionaries Brad's seen (Past things) sad things killed him cause he had dreams (A sad scene) but all I ever wanted was my mind back Now I'm that nigga trying to find out where his mind's at The time that it took myself to figure out my mind's gone My mind crack, slide back, look at all the time gone Rewind back, comeback, understand my life gon' make these cuts that won't change But things look so strange, the plague I gots to get myself up out the frame Try to maintain the same game flipping 10 and flame Jane A damn shame, people gots to always check your background To jack now, come jack now and I'ma leave you flat down Come back now or back down, homie, this is always all day (Killer) in these dark and lonely hallways Cause all they wanna see is all us brothers boxed up in caskets With plastic bags in every bathroom getting blasted It's drastic, mama help me calm down cause your son's sick Don't watch me get gunned down for the dumb shit Then the gun click and now I see the other side of black space My last day, sad case, Heaven knows I have faith (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) [ VERSE 3 ] New day brings about change, everybody's searching for the light The daydream schemes of living life Has got us tossed up, believing we controlling our motions Got the answer in space beside the view behind the ocean And adapting to the everyday struggle's got us stressed Cause the fact we know we here one day and could die the next You've insisted to take equipment to the solar system Trying to ensure your sole existence Now tell me: do you think that when the bang goes boom You can pack up all your things and aim for the moon? It's unlikely, but you might be equipped with with proceeds to save lives But you die when the King say die You can race it but you can't shake it, stop trying Try to hide it, cause you can't face it but you're born dying God, please forgive us cause we're human not perfect And the devil try to fronting but it's not working How can we all sit suspended in space Just spinning in place and ain't extended in faith Man, wait - (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) |
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| 4:51 |
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Intro: Too $hort
Man, what's up with these niggaz out here Mad at us cause we on top I love to see niggaz gettin money Better get it while the gettin is good Get it while you can, man And stop hatin me, fuckin with my shit cuz I got more hustle than you Get yours, get yours baby Verse One: Dr. Dre I'm seeing millions, niggaz dont understand know what? Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans to blow up, will he style like this everyday I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay V.I.P., my shit parked valet on the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again some try to assault Dre, its still cavi Im eatin steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality I givin livin definition long as my hearts tickin I fought and made the world listen Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over rap master with the Houston heat holder these playas best to get they shit in check cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck Chorus: Ice Cube Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah) Burn em at a thousand degrees And lord please let me make mo cheese Cuz I aint quite ready to leave (No) [repeat 2X] Verse Two: Scarface Buck the whole world meant that, gotta stay strapped cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gats Super fist fightin shit might come down to dyin When the time comes down for the tryin I got nine reasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my face with the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste this Audi little something out the seams a my trousers with no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya I down ya, so let your people know what they face with the type of individual thatll bomb a sub-station Kaboom! and everybody dies outside there aint no escapin the Reaper so dont try Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to step? Face down, hit, bleedin on the steps a death Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers December 31st, 96 (the game is over) Chorus (I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give) Verse Three: Dr. Dre, Scarface Smokin weed I never trail, I lead spendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was pocket money, Gs but these are the things real playas do talkin shit is real things that the hatas do I'm namin you shit's thick, its time to run for shelter I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter skelter Dear diary, I'm runnin outta pages Fadin, in and out, takin purple hazes The dazes, Revelations in the last stages Red skys institute, the silent horns playin Im prayin with tears in my eyes Cuz Im tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin But they eyein my bank account with beams on my rover the killa failed to launch his attack (the game is over) Chorus |
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