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(Verse One)
Mikey woke us up when he beeped us Said he found some dope, not only dope but it was cheapest Gave me the numbers, I said "Yo B, My nigga Mike done found some bricks 11-7 a ki" (yeah) It didn't sound legit, but still we chanced it And if it came through, we hit a big lick 11-7 real clean Then turn back around and sell them bitches for 17 We gathered up the money, we could score six Headed out to meet him with 2 uzi's and four clips Ready for whatever If we went down, we went down together We met him in his complex Niggas were hanging out, "You ready to roll?" (Bet) I knew it was fuckery Wanted to see the money, said he never trusted me But I can understand that I got the money right here, now where's the fucking dope at Now it's the time for the testing out the dope To see if it's flour, sheep rock, or some powder soap He went to his car to go and get it And never came back, oh shit, I wasn't with it Got me real mad Now that's the first example of a good girl gone bad (Verse Two) Sticking around would be real dumb Fuck this shit, I ain't waiting to see the outcome I hopped in my muthafuckin' shit Steady peepin' out my rearview, ready to shoot a bitch I got on the phone and called Chiefey He got me up with Jay, and I told him where to meet me These niggas be jacking you in Texas Met up into ?session? and tossed the money in a Lexus I'm on my way back to the crib Bido was ?naughty?, now guess what these niggas did Tried to run us off the freeway I slammed on my brakes, grabbed my shit and got ready to spray And that's about the time B woke up Popped in his clip, and lit him a smoke up Doing about 90 trying to catch him We spotted the bastard, said commence to shooting at him Somebody was riding in the trunk The bitch flew open, that was a nigga with a pump He aimed at the windshield (Duck!) Blasting the seat and in our face (Aww fuck!) Jay and Chief must of followed us Pulled up beside him, and pulled out the ride gun Put the driver's ass in check We veered to the left and watch the muthafuckas wreck We exited the freeway fast A perfect example of a good girl gone bad (Verse Three) Now it's time to do him Called up Mike to help us find him cause he knew him My nigga was real pissed Cause them hoes that had him mixed up in the middle of this fuck shit We followed Big Mike in his jeep Snuck up on him and caught his ass in his sleep His little boy was sleeping with him I had to wake him up cause it was time to get him But I ain't give a fuck what he done I ain't gonna kill him in the presence of his fucking son So I drug him outside He started to beg "Bitch be the fuckin' lying" Took him to the bayou Your ass has got to go for that bullshit you tried bro "But what about my son?" I got him He's in real good hands, he'll close his eyes then I shot him Now his son is calling me dad I got something more valueable than money, from a good girl gone bad |
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| 2. |
| 5:52 |
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Chorus: Scarface
Money and the power, money and the power I ain't fallin short I got the Money and the power Yup! Hehehahaha, hehe ha hah hah.. yeah Money and the power, money and the power Never goin back cause I got Money and the power [Scarface] Deep in the heart of South Park lurks a stalker S.A. fool, native Houston South Parker Born and brought up to be a heartless motherfucker No one else to blame, fuck it blame it on my mother When I was growin up nobody seemed to give a shit and that's what makes me one hard son of a bitch Since they ain't give a shit, I ain't give a shit either Sweet 16, time to stack me up some ki's Learned the game of hustlin, fuckin dopefienders Sellin niggaz beat, in other words amphetamines My game was more advanced, sellin speed I'm goin broke Got em up with Floyd and Floyd had fronted me some dope Learned to rock it up, now I got it sold Time to go for broke, motherfuck who I owe Business started boomin, started movin powder Motherfuck the bitches I want money and the power.. yup! Chorus: Scarface Money and the power, money and the power I ain't fallin short I got the Money and the power Yup! Money and the power, money and the power Bitches on my dick cause I got Money and the power [Scarface] Bought me a Caddy, 30's and vogues Brand new crib, brand new clothes Mom would ask questions, and often pitch a bitch Where am I gettin the money? Mickey D's ain't paid me shit I'd make up a story, just to get her off my back Uh oh I got a beep I think my boys are out of crack Everything was smooth, exactly how I played it A dollar to be made, best believe a nigga made it Nickels dimes and twenties, and sixty cent bumps Nigga rollin hard, stackin paper like Trump and I ain't give a fuck I told you that from the jump Didn't worry about no static I had a motherfuckin pump Ass out of line, word em up a nigga sprayed em Momma told me shoot first, and ask questions later.. Six hundred bucks a motherfuckin hour and I ain't fallin short cause I got money and the power, yup Chorus: Scarface Money and the power, money and the power I ain't fallin short I got the Money and the power Yeah.. Money and the power, money and the power I got it like dat, cause I got Money and the power [Scarface] There goes 21, and still stackin 30's Brought my brother Warren Lee down from New Jersey He helped me for a minute then he started screwin up Said fuck gettin paid, I guess my brother'd rather fuck Bitches ran his life, and they're still runnin Lee I guess he doesn't realize the bitch is fuckin me It really doesn't matter, cause Ac'll never tell He can stay broke, but I got dope to sell I step out on the cut, shit was lookin funny I ran back in the house and started callin up my money I signaled for my workers, to bring in all the dope I can feel the bust and sure enough in comes the 5-0 Niggaz stayed relaxed but they was friskin niggaz up If someone said my name then I was definitely fucked But I'ma play it cool, if I kill I gotta kill Fightin for my shit, I never ran and never will Come to find out, they wasn't fuckin with my boys Busted a nigga who said he paid em, talkin noise Hehehehehe.. I guess the juices are sour But I ain't fallin short cause I got money and the power YUP! Chorus: Scarface Money and the power, money and the power Sold a million records I got Money and the power Yup! Money and the power, money and the power Best to come clean, cause I got Money and the power Money and the power, money and the power Money and the pow-the-pow-the-pow-the-pow-the-power! |
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| 3. |
| 8:19 |
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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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| 4:41 | 
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| 4:03 |
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(Scarface talking)
Yo anybody seen my diary? Oh there it is. I gotta write this shit down. Check it out. Dear Diary, I'm having a little problem I cant make it by myself maybe you can help me solve em I'm confused and I dont know what to do I'm hoping you can help me cause there's no one else to talk to I want to die, but it ain't for me I try to talk to my dad, but my old man ignores me He says I'm delirious And I drink too much, so he doesnt take me serious But little does he know I'm really losing it I got a head, but aint no screws in it I be thinking deep Thats one of the reasons at night I cant sleep I thought it would change when I was older But even now I'm still peeping over my shoulder Theres your life after death too And what about the man with the cane and the black suit? And what about cancer? Too many motherfucking questions, and not enough answers Aint no use in trying We might as all face it we were all born dying Theres a black book in Brad's hands And its the diary of a madman (chorus) Dear diary today I hit a nigga with a torch Shot him on his face and watched him die on his front porch Left his family heartbroken Flashbacks of him laying there bleeding with his eyes open I cant put the shit behind me I'm know I'm here somewhere, but I cant find me I used to be a drug dealer On the for reala, now I'm a born killer And it aint no changing me It used to be hard, but now it aint no thing to me To go up to a niggas house Put a pistol in his mouth, and blow his fucking brains out No doubt if you cross then I'ma take ya Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature You got an M11, bring your weapon Huh, I got an AK-47 It's gonna be a bloody Sunday Cause your fucking with a nigga like Bundy And I was taught not to kill Like a Vietnam vet with a thousand yard stare So welcome to the slaughterhouse nigga Redrum and I'ma be the grave digger And if you want to cap, come cap me I'm trigger happy like my great-grandpappy Just watch for the chrome in my right hand My second entry from the diary of a madman (Chorus) Dear diary, help me cause I'm frantic S-sometimes I think I'm going schizophrantic The world's looking dark for instance Maybe cause I'm looking from a distance But then again I wear a blindfold Staring at the motherfucking world with my eyes closed To myself I'm a stranger Walking in the foot steps of danger It's a long path ahead of me I gotta get somewhere cause everybody here is scared of me I had a job but they fired me My wife walked out now I'm living in my diary |
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| 4:57 |
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(Verse One)
Niggas get stomped when they step with that bullshit If you got a firearm, go ahead and pull it Cause I'ma put it dead on ya ass when you reach I got a little friend on my shoulder that I think you wanna meet A 9 millimeter, that will stop him Get his ass focused, once I focus him I drop him Boy you should of known not to fuck with me bitch Brothers like me will make ???? rich So if you got something that you think you wanna prove You better prove it now, cause you don't get a second chance dude One chance is all you get And if I beat you to the draw, that's it Get your momma's black dress and call your family It's gonna be a murder, my reason insanity (Verse Two) I was born with a chip on my shoulder Now that I'm older, momma's talking shit but I told her "Mind your fucking business" I love the girl to death But I don't wanna hear it, save your fucking breath I know my time is coming, and I ain't gonna lie I may be scared of Jason, but I'm not scared to die So when a nigga talk shit, and I buck 'em Shoot me in the head, put me a box, and just say "fuck 'em" Later on that day I heard gunshots Watching niggas running (Aiyo that nigga got shot) Ran to the corner said "What happened my brother?" He just laid there shaking, bleeding like a muthafucka God damn!! "Who would let that off to him?" Man: Some niggas from your hood, Triple ????? Get your shit together, we're heading for the village I think its time to pay them hoes a little visit Them niggas don't understand me It's gonna be a murder, my reason insanity (Verse Three) Pulled up in a Rider, trailer full of niggas Mack 10, Tech 9's, all with fingers on the trigger Backed in the bitch like I was staying Opened up the trailer, *gunshots* South Park started spraying Bullets flying everywhere, niggas getting struck Had dope in the village, but I didn't give a fuck Shoot the bitch up, then I'ma leave her If I can't sell my dope, then you can't either Now here's a valueable lesson to learn You fuck with mine, you get burned Headed for the nigga who shot my partner *Gunshot* Shot his father Walkin' through the living room tearing up shit He's loading up his pistol, ain't that a bitch You should of had it loaded, he said "Come on Scarface, hold it I won't do it again man" Yeah, I know it I told you when you take mine, I take yours Hands in the air, fell to the floor "Please don't shoot Scarface" I looked him in the eye - then I shot him in his face A sucka's way out is to steal 'em My dad said "Always look a man in the eye before you kill him" It had to be a murder, them hoes couldn't handle me "What's your reason man?" - Insanity |
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| 4:28 |
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im on a rampage been forced 2 look at darkness brought up being heartless and with a gauge is how i'll gaurd this quietly i sit plottin hits like a lunatic waitin 4 a bitch 2 star t some shit so i can hit'em with a sring of bullets comin from a tech 9 warned u not 2 test mine and if u make it you'll know next time that if u fuk w/me im gonna get ya and when i catch ya you'll be a victim of the the call the body snatcher.......
many claim 2 b a gangsta but that gangsta aint a gangsta that gangta is a pranksta yea a prankstaz how i rank ya at the sight of blood u hold ya stomach then ur runnin hands over ya eyes and like a ho ya start to vomit but i aint never backed up rack up as they sack up and giggle and these niggaz when they die while bodies stack up like i said b4 the dj akshens my identity a homicidal maniac with suicidal tendencies the judge'll try 2 sentence me to 10 i'll never blink he'll change it say im phsyco and jus send me 2 a shrink 20 months im in suclusion and my heads filled with confusion got a fealin that im loosin so ive come 2 this conclusion i gotta get the fukk out i cant take it anymore caught a watchman at his post so i rushed him to the floor i was thinkin 2 myself wut if his posse comes 2 get me i know if im'll die i gotta take some niggaz with me put my hands around his neck began to choke em grabbed his pistol out hit holster then i smoked em waited a second and heard muthfukkas comin grabbed an xtra box of shells and started runnin now in the nigga cops r runnin after its time 2 snatch somebodies cuz im the Bodysnatcher............. |
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| 5:02 |
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<i>[Verse One]</i>
Here it comes fool, I play a game where there's no rules Homies on the cut call me Joe, cause I'm so cool Quick to get a ?? with a nigga, I ain't dodgin' them Win, lose, or draw in the hood, I'm squabbin' them Representin' the Park since I'm living here Walkin' through the hood from another set, get in here And after the jackin', you still want more, heh Fuck your posse, it's time for the corona Don't fuck with the Park niggas ?? More niggas found dead here in my hood than in Vietnam Rollin' seven deep to a car Quick to take that ass to war, yo It ain't no ?? being lost Cause territory and rights are being enforced So when you're rollin' up, ?? flow And if a nigga flash a ?? keep going Don't stop and sell your soul You'll fuck around and get your ass P.D. roll <i>[Verse Two]</i> The last album past gold And you wanna know the meaning of P.D. roll Well I'ma break it down for you real clean <i>[gunshots]</i> know what I mean In other words getting blasted Shootin' at a bastard, to see if he can last it 9 times out of 10 he can't So that's one more nigga in the paint You see, when I go to work I hit a muthafucka where it hurts Starting off at his home sight And fuck up a nigga's whole night You out of there, just like that there For jumping in the ring with a bear It's easily executed Put the pistol to the head, cock the hammer back and shoot it You can't get it no cleaner Make a hit, break quick to the cleaners And south ?? to the hole And don't be no fool and get your ass P.D. roll <i>[Verse Three]</i> My own hood is confusing me Shit just ain't what it used to be I'm stepping back on my old block The finest bitch in the hood smoking crack rock Even the niggas I was raised with Are walking around in a daze and shit Man: "Say now, can I get a dollar for a gold one?" And got his hands out like I owe him But I don't owe nann nigga I was ?? in the hood until I got bigger I hollered at my boys in the gang And only a couple of them changed Peace to Q-Dog, Cool Coin, and Old Mack And all the rest of my boys down with ack The rest ain't about jack But I still love the hood, so it ain't about that It's all about being down with it Shit, to be got, you gotta go out and get it Like my nigga doing time in the ?? Now that was a down muthafucka A couple of ki's, my nigga stole Straight up fucking P.D. roll So lay it down in the dirt Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt That's how it is, and always will be I had to have it, even if it killed me The sight of losing didn't thrill me So I had to go and steal G Just to make a quick one And I ain't give a fuck who fell short to be a victim You and your family bro Your ass out of line, your ass got P.D. roll |
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Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why.. His life was took at such an early age A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gauge He used to hustle on the street corners His mom would always beg him to quit, but he didn't wanna As he got older, he got even worse Till a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse A cold night in his hood, he had a tangle The brother he was squabbling with, had broke his ankle Laid him out in the driveway Some people knew he wouldn't survive, but hey I ain't the one to speak up on another's All I can do is try to open his eyes and help the brother He chose the wrong way and that's the route he took Born and brought up as an angel but he died as a crook He had a baby that he couldn't raise And she will never see her father again, cause he's in a grave I always think about it killer "My daddy was a dope man, so I'ma be a dope dealer" How will the family explain it? "My daughter had a baby for a 'caine head!" He ain't around to see her walk Dry her eyes when she cries, pick her up when she falls Just the thought of a kid living foul fucks me up When his girl has to raise a BASTARD child It gets deeper, he used to punch her and beat her She was loyal to his ass but accused as a cheater She had a good deck but she picked the wrong card Had a kid, now she's realizing life is hard A big time dope dealer's all she wanted Who drove a Jag or a Benz so she could flaunt it The situation's got me guessing But the answer remains to be a question He lived his life in a lie I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die It was crazy how it happened Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds And the boy was just screaming as he fell to the ground A woman yelled, get an ambulance But I knew he was dead, he didn't stand a chance You should've seen him, he was scared A bullet goes to his chest, and one to his head He just laid there in silence And all I heard was the sirens Paramedics pulled up Followed by a law man and then came a firetruck Put his ass on the stretcher But if he survives, I'm willing to betcha He'll be out for revenge They patched him up within a week he was back at it again Went to his brother on the Northside Grab your shit, it's a hit, we're gonna take a long ride Packed it up in the trunk AK-47, M-11 and a pump Rolled by ? on Scott Street School was letting out, "Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?" "watch me!" Opened his trunk and grabbed a shotgun He shot him Put his tooly on the front seat Continued his mission, as he headed down the street The kids was just staring at each other J.D. rolled by and smoked black's brother Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port Full speed down Reed, shot his mom on the porch On his way down Cullard His brother was just dazed in a shock, "Why you do it?" "Why you shot his moms Jay? Shit" "haha man fuck that bitch" Went to the store to use the payphone Called up Mack, "Hey yo J.D. homey" Hung it up and rolled down Dagger Heading for the nigga he was after By the time he arrived at the scene Malcolm was ready for anything He tried to sneak around the back way Never thought of being taken out on that day Black boy, black coat Stood around the corner as he passed slit his throat He didn't fall so he fired One to the middle of his skull, he's expired A whole army came out Twenty-seven niggas all strapped out of one house That how it happens in the acre One nigga died in the park in the paper Shit gets deeper but why? I guess you only get a minute to pray, And a second to die |
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[Scarface]
I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record (yeahhh) Sounded kinda funky so I pumped it, right but rudely interrupted by a neighborhood street fight When will you motherfuckers quit? Every motherfuckin mornin it's the same ol bullshit I peeped to see the thrashin Some nigga runnin with a butcher knife, screamin out "Assassin!" He ran by a friend of mine, it bugged him His eyes showed fear, that's the reason why he stuck him Anyway, that's how I seen it You rarely see a nigga kill another nigga, and he doesn't mean it So that's the way I took it Anyway the boy is dead, no matter how you look at it And life goes on.. I was feelin kinda funny - aiyyo something's wrong I went to take a shower Duke Bumped into the wall and I smooth went through Now I'm thinkin I'm in trouble I reached to touch my face, but I couldn't feel my beard stubble I screamed, "Oh Lord help!" Looked into the mirror and I couldn't see myself I called up my mom's house and realized somethin was wrong, no doubt She picked up, said "Hello" in a low tone I said, "Hey ma!" and she hung up the telephone Sick and lookin weary My cousin walks in, I said, "What's up?" but he didn't hear me Started packin up my shit G Looked at a picture of me, put it down and said, "Rest in peace" Realizin what he said man I can't talk, I don't exist, I'm a dead man Yeah I guess I'm dead right? I'm goin to the cemetary to peep out Action's gravesite And sure enough, there it is My mom and girl talkin, holdin on to Brad's kids I look into the box G Son of a bitch! I don't believe it, that's me! Momma kissed me on my head Aww shit.. I'm dead (I'm dead) |
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I'ma born killer, you're face to face with Scarface
You tried to ice an X, but thats a motherfuckin waste Your schools fucked up G And your momma shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap And uh, since you got beef Lets take it to the streets and I'mma bring it to your ass G I'm commin from the heart son And I don't take no shit, but I'm about to start some Now which one a you hoes wanna jump If you got static, then get it off your chest punk Cause I ain't bar none If you're feelin lucky then go ahead and get cha some I ain't with this fucked shit If ya ain't in trick, then get your ass in ya trunk bitch Cause I'm about to square it off Hit ya ass in the chest with the tech and try to tear it off Send you back to mommy, its a plastic And hadda bitch out huntin for a casket I'm on the for realla tilla my nilla I'm a born killa (CHORUS)(2x) I'ma born killa Born Killa "Don't fuck with me" My momma did her part But it ain't her fault that I was born with out a heart In other words I'm heartless dude I don't love me, how the fuck I'mma love you? Thats right, you guessed it I'm legally insane, marked mannick depressive I'm takin all types a medication To keep me out the mood of premeditatin Yo, the log around my lone is worse I'm havin thoughts of killin me, but I'm killin you first Mr. Kindness talks but I don't listen A victim of society fucked by the system My whole life's been a see saw I'm up one day, down and out on tomorrow Right now I'm even more upset Some shit that happened to me that I don't think I'll ever forget You think I'll let it die, but I ain't It ain't because I want to, its because I can't I'mma getcha but I ain't goin into it Cause ain't nothin to it but to do it See it ain't no sweat to me Cause in the fo place, you fucked up the minute that you stepped to me I'm not your average dealer I'mma born killa (CHORUS) Now I'm livin where I can cause I'm homeless Can't make point calls cause I'm phoneless I ain't, I'm starvin duke I can't go to mommas house cause mommas starvin too Better grab that 12 gauge Cause thats the only way a niggaz gonna get paid I'm on my way to my old bank They know me real good and they don't think that I'd gank Had my gun in my trenchcoat Now getcha ass on the floor And don't think about pushin that panic switch I'm gettin paid and you're gettin killed bitch Take notes to the message I gave ya Ya dyin ho and can't nothin save ya I'm doin bad, so I'm goin bad Huh, and you never expected that from Brad But theres a lotta things pressin me And ain't the nigga to let the mortredresser dressin me So I'm comin out winnin 100,000 in the case now I'm comin out grinnin But the shit didn't flow smooth The security guard had to run and pulla hoe move He reached for his pistol The 10 gauge went "BOOM" shoulda heard that motherfucker whistle Hit him in his chest Now which one a you motherfuckers in here wanna die next? Nobody made a move And I got away smooth And thats how it is nigga I spared a couple a lives, but I'm still a born killa (CHORUS) |
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