I took my chances, but I did my dirt And my adivce to any nigga if you crime, then you do the works Its givin up and step the fuck back Cuz in this game you can fame You gotta start dumpin these niggas off your nut-sack Im just a nigga out the hood tryna have thangs When I got up on my feet and screamed the brand change And your excuse was that the money did came My excuse was that you was to blame Simple ??, got to show my homies love tho I just don't fuck around with niggas that I don't know And you can take that how you wanna take it Im from these motherfuckin streets, and the same rules apply in this game you never break it With my motherfucking luck, fallin over the craps And you niggas who wanna try to attack We steady dyin over dumb shit, And me im steady losin my sleep Cuz niggas aint familiar with the rules of the street, and its a
*Suicide, its a Suicide Suicide, its a Suicide its a, Suicide, its a Suicide Suicide, its a Suicide
To my niggas on the street cryin then (watch them haters) If im sittin on the side-line (get your paper) Too many niggas complaining pointin fingers at the problem Thats why I hate my baby momma im just a nigga from the very bottom skippin classes, throwin 8-balls into white powder tryna get it, while the motherfuckers gettin good wit possibilities of gettin out my neighborhood don't get me wrong, I had them dreams too But the only thing you do, is get your cream too Get your motherfucking cream fool Niggas aint know about the Ange and the Alicks First you get in, then you get out, you stuck in this game
* Repeat (x3)
Now when its over don't nobody cry Just enjoy while you live life, cuz everybody got to die When you see me i'll be hella high, beatin corners wit my top down Checkin out the chasers in the sky, Shootin paper clips at Jupiter The more I lie, its like im gettin stupider and stupider Tryna make the best, out of a fucked up desicion Im just a nigga with a vision, which is to get up, get out Gettin my props, tryna stay away from these bitches that jock dick And move enough to move on, gotta stay true to it Thats just the way you gotta do it And these niggas here is really, dazed and don't give a fuck when you for real And you like it rough, nigga what, the fuck Know what im sayin is real, now back the fuck up for you get killed Cuz its a..
Thinkin bout money, money, money, plottin how to get me some (The fast dough) Cos see don't nothin move but the flow, really doe I kid you not, I'm real with dis Havin skrilla is the only way to deal with this If it ain't green, it ain't me, that's no goddamn lie Well show me big skrill and I will get live Give up the loochie, I need it in a major way Now gimme all (all), I gots ta have it (everyday) It's my world, the only mom, I'm stressed, that'll make you break you, if it's really real then I'll take you Shake you for the dollar bill let's see You're outta here (smoked on the fuckin concrete)
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - Got me crazy, skrilla got me gone Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me mad Cos skrilla gives me from riches to rags (motherfucker)
It ain't nuttin but the cash flow game How long can you last 'fore you're down to your very last change, nigga? (Money makes the world go round) Tell em again y'all (Money makes the world go round) (*My God*) Forty, fifty grand a night, that's what I'm seein as I'ma vin your own ass tonight, you know the meanin of a worldwide national? Big money gripper Baller, called a, million dollar nigga (uhh, who me?) Yes you (Could be, but who?)
Uhh, 350 bringin on in the weeks news And no I don't shoot, I swoop in my Coupe Skrilla for realla my nigga, so whatcha wanna do? Do you want to fuck around with my crew? Do you want to? Would do exactly what you did do Stay in you, don't have enough to attend to the menu So come and let me single, continue (everybody sayin) To make money money money, make money money money (yeah) Here go fat stacks if you can't take money nigga Take money money money, take money money money So can you please make the cheque out to the Facemob
Check it Now one, two, three to the fo', like rippin million dollars in my hand, tight Facemob rule number one thing (what?) Skrilla, nuttin but skrilla's the way to maintain Us both, have got to keep the skrill between us fo', as we proceed to make mo'
Really doe, from town to town we puts it down As I, hold it down, game tight, right
Now Miss Crabtree (Crabtree), I know that you are mad at me To find out that it was your money (money) that I spent and now girl, it's all gone (It's what?) It's all gone
It's gone like riches to rags, dishes to bags of leftover ten and jam, can happen to any man Gots ta get money, money I gots ta get this shit right now so I can hop on the lot And we about to come up as we put the shit down Hold up, don't rush, cos I'm good ta gets mine If it wadn't for bad, I'd have no up than luck Smokin plank of man, who gives a motherfuck!!!! The bill collectors, they ring my phone Scam my wife when I'm not home Bitch I'm gone, tryin ta come back phat Facemob where ya at? (Right behind ya and we strapped)
Strapped with straps and all eyes on paper And most importantly you keep your mind on papin And you can have it all, if you can take your money pieces at a time but you can't take your pieces outta mine Big wine, it's all about the dollar sign I'm, flippin in the big Dawg, continental flyin Tryin to stack it to the ceilin on you home's Cos bitches got me cummin but skrilla got me goin
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me goin Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - bought me houses, skrilla bought me clothes Skrilla got me flippin in a Rolls
[Wyclef] Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now He said, I was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love and I never knew my papi Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin Used to sing don't worry, be happy Lord how can I be happy When I don't even know my own family tree Lord
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Wyclef] Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers Kids going to school putting fears in their teacher The teacher let them know that it ain't all good Cos the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now All you red now, all you blue now All you yellow now, follow me now To that place of righteousness Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he said
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Wyclef] In my father's kingdom there are many mansions All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection I can see Biggie, Tupac, Moses and Abraham Jason, the one and two's, jamming with the sun of man
[Scarface] I've been kicked, I've been stabbed I've been shot, I've been ? by a Person that I thought I trusted, where I live It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playing tricks ?, to really ? Me out in five unless I take another hit I done seen the sun set on the other side of town Now I'm drifting in the darkness, Heaven hold me down ? ? ? but I know I'm born dying Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying For a lying ass but yo forgive us in a while And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child While I'm locked up in this basement staring eye to eye with Satan In this cold dark world with no patience We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Rah Digga] Whoa, we the next generation, look at what we facing The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation Flowers and candles decorating all the pavements No, the perpetrator ain't seeing no arrangements Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor Man they suffer while we spending eighty billion on a war, uh Cutting school budgets, US stockmarket plummets Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it Metal detectors replace music classes Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses The red and blue's, somebody gotta lose Reality TV be reality for who I don't question what the Lord found in me I just pass it on to folks with no boundaries Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already gettin' us Now we got stars, how many will there be left of us
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Vocal Sample: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions] Pushin' Keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin'
[Intro: Bun talking over sample] Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers Baby I got to keep on pushin'
[Bun B] Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow) They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know) I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf) Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire) Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire) Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real) Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey) Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me) I did the city thing plus I played it out of state Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'
[Scarface] I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold
[Young Jeezy] Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma… Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA) You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA) U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA) You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN) G.A. niggaz you know they already… Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE)
One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?) Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN) Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA) Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA) Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT) I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE) Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA) Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA) You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE) Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA) I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA) See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE) A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin' I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)
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
[Vocal Sample: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions] Pushin' Keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin'
[Intro: Bun talking over sample] Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers Baby I got to keep on pushin'
[Bun B] Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow) They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know) I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf) Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire) Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire) Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real) Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey) Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me) I did the city thing plus I played it out of state Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'
[Scarface] I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold
[Young Jeezy] Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma… Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA) You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA) U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA) You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN) G.A. niggaz you know they already… Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE)
One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?) Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN) Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA) Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA) Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT) I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE) Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA) Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA) You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE) Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA) I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA) See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE) A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin' I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)
[Scarface] I don't really remember ... feelin' like this
- I wish they can see they need Mary
[Verse 1] In a great day and I'm on it Coming up out ya And every now and then I can't help but to think about ya Hatin' that we ended like this, but I had ya beefin' I knew what that was missin wondering, and I need ya More now then I ever did, put in my heart for ya Starin' at my eyes they ain't shot, wide open Gotta love forming in my life, for another day And I thank you for some other doing, just let em' pray
(Scarface whispering) -Just the only thing, I need Mary -Sssssshh!, I just need Mary
[Verse 2] Had me thinkin' She was the only I'd ever needed Stick in ground, runnin' round, like oh..never need her I remember seeing cancer sticks, and smellin' inscents The intimate, and couch, hoping it's soak sex And niggas so thick, I had to call her up the same night Dang, they said the number still is the same Wouldn't let my friends kill her Take ya penetentiary chances to be with her, go deep with her Cheif with her, sprung on the number lawn braud Once she get you hot in her clutches, you can't run In the dark, hearing footsteps, and you can't sleep You find yourself so in love with this bitch, that you can't eat Paranoia, that's a feeling so scarce(so scarce) This bitch almost made me need Mary
(Scarface whispering) -I'm the first one to tell you I need Mary -Shit, I need Mary
[Verse 3] Mary, been home sick, I gotta see her And when I finally hit you this time, I'd never leave ya Took ya love for granite, I was blind And I'm hoping you can accept my apology, for this one last time You can tell that I ain't had her, cuz I can't control her This hasheesh, Mary I love, just like I told ya I'm sensitive as I write you this letter, so listen to it Seeing if you'd be down for a threesome ..Mary
(Scarface whispering) -I'm the first to ever tell you I need Mary -I'm the first to ever tell you I need Mary -Man I tell ya, I need Mary
B#T*H N**Ga featuring Z-Ro,Dirt Bomb & Bun B Of Ugk
[ VERSE 1: Scarface ] Ain't nothing like the Sunnyside sunshine (sunshine) Hitting corners ducking one-time In my platinum color four dog Tinted out roll rolls (yea I roll, roll) I hit the beach and I say tops down Girls with they tops down (whistle) They got bikinis and they thongs on Dancing to the thong song (thong song)
[ CHORUS: Tanya Herron ] You been to blocks and drinking brews You been hanging out with your crew But I'm rolling the spotty for you Can I spend the night with you You been to blocks and drinking brews You been hanging out with your crew But I'm rolling the spotty for you Can I spend the night with you
[ VERSE 2: Scarface ] I see that lately that my loves on Stop at Papa Joes and get my grub on I ran into my old fling Tasha Still looking cute but she was knocked up (knocked up) I'm like ay how you been girl I see you finna have a kid girl The funny thing about Tasha (what's that) Is that she was destined to be knocked up (knocked up) She twenty-nine and still a cold freak But she got a baby in the car seat She wanted to be seen in all the funk spots Still getting crunk staying drunk huh (drunk huh) The Friday nights are still the same things Looking for diamonds and the chrome things (bling, bling) I'm sitting in my Benz in a nice spot I bet you want to be my wife huh
[ CHORUS: Tanya Herron ] You been to blocks and drinking brews You been hanging out with your crew But I'm rolling the spotty for you Can I spend the night with you You been to blocks and drinking brews You been hanging out with your crew But I'm rolling the spotty for you Can I spend the night with you
[ VERSE 3: Scarface ] And I been lonely for a long time That's why I'm glad the baby ain't mine Ran up to the door but left my car keys I went back in the store and I saw Daffany Lookin like she did back in eighth grade (eighth grade) Just like she did back in eighth grade We used to skip school and do the wild thang And I'm like daffany was up man I just got out law school She said attorney for the criminals I'm making six figures every six months She said she had everything a bitch want And been lookin for a nigga for her whole life (whole life) Don't you want to make me your wife? (Uh, uh) I guess my answer must have stunned her (I don't think so) I guess I must have stunned her
[ CHORUS: Tanya Herron ] Bye, bye baby You been to blocks and drinking brews You been hanging out with your crew But I'm rolling the spotty for you Can I spend the night with you You been to blocks and drinking brews You been hanging out with your crew But I'm rolling the spotty for you Can I spend the night with you
I guess I didn't know, I guess I didn't know
I'm calling; I'm calling not anybody just you now baby
Artist: Scarface f/ Devin the Dude, Tela Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com
Raggedy-ass bitches That bitch ain't no good
[ VERSE 1: Scarface ] Look at your face all frowned up The only thing you got goin for ya is your fake tits and round butt You're a rich nigga's worst mistake You're just a trophy, and what make matters worse you're fake A mall broad tryin to keep up with the Joneses Whatever they wear in the videos, you want it You tryin to find the nigga with the biggest contract To get you pregnant, so you can ride around and get fat And collect big money, with the baby all sharing Got a 18-year career from child bearing And only God knows what this kid'll go through Got mixed feelings about his dad cause of you The dollar signs popped up, that's what did it And dude, he was just as fucked up cause he hit it And now you out there buyin champagne for the club To me that's kinda fucked up
[ CHORUS: Devin ] Only your mother could love you Much too freaky, you're easy And I wouldn't would fuck you I ain't never had to pay for mine Only your mother could love you Much too sneaky, you're freaky And I wouldn't would fuck you I wouldn't give a broke bitch a dime
[ VERSE 2: Devin ] You used to turn up your funky-ass nose before I even stepped up I guess fuckin with me just wouldn't keep your rep up I used to think about you when I'd go sleep, even dream Of fuckin you without a rubber, fillin your pussy with cream But when I wake and see you again, it be the same old shit I finally realized you just a plain old bitch Started gettin my shit tight rockin shows every night Gettin my dick sucked, fuckin hoes left and right Workin hard to blow up, now you wanna show up With your stretch mark titties and pussy lips all towed up I heard you got married, that was it you thought Until he kicked your ass and took back all the shit that he bought Now you're lookin for a shoulder to lean on Bitch, I sho' hate it, cause my shit is dis-located You was the only one I was thinkin of But now you got a face only your mother could love
[ CHORUS ]
Break it down
[ Devin ] I can't do nothin for ya Only your mother could love ya I can't do nothin for ya
Aight, check this out
[ VERSE 3: Tela ] Look, Young Tela a pimp by force, not a pimp by choice See, these bitches ain't playin when it come to the courts They'll fold you like some foil when it comes to support And you niggas out here trickin like nature takes its course I'ma spit it till you're fitted, it's your main employ See, I was trained and I was taught that a pimp keeps a choice But you lames gotta change when you gave the whore a port' One weekend at the Allstar and the bitch bought a Porsche? I ain't mad, girl, flip em, you can get em, look we did it Cause his mind was all twisted off the aether from the clinic Now hit it, oh lawdy, look at shawty Mission hit your boy for a four and a forty Miss done get your Ford for a house - "Help me homie" See, I can give a fuck about your loss cause you're phoney You'se a lame and she seen it in your heart from the start Why she ripped yo ass apart? It was lying in her cards But eh, she'll only come up with another, I don't trust her But she got one hell of a hustle You black-hearted bitch, you are full of lies So like go on and suck Young Tela and die
[ VERSE 1: Scarface ] Is this how you made it, or is this sickness out of control Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the souls lost? How come the dead can't talk? Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side And though my heart shed tears outside I couldn't cry Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired Remember, I finally accounted before he expired They tell me there's a peaceful place, I wanna see it They say I gotta leave it to see it, so it be it And though I appreciate bein alive Sometimes I wanna see how it feels to just die Come back and tell my story to the ones who really know me Converse with the angels and elders that went before me And satisfy the hunger for those who wanna know If there's life after death, and if so, where we go I often find myself involved in deep thought I wanna see is heavens a place like we thought And Christian science seems to think it's just a mindstate But before I put my trust in a man I'll just wait Or better yet, I take the journey for myself Put a bullet in my own head, it's my death So when twelve o'clock jump on eve of 11/9 ( *gunshot* ) suicide Just as I thought, a bright light Greeted by friends and family, so life-like Black and in between screams and then peace Lookin in the eyes of the grieved and deceased Father pleace, send me back, I don't wanna die I'm not as strong as I was and I can't lie And during all the mayhem somehow I remained calm And I woke up singing this song
[ CHORUS ] I been a pawn and I been a king And I been down since the beckoning I try to look beyond the sight of sound And the lights come from the underground Rarely got questions but I found myself somewhat astound And through my quest for the answers, know what I found? I found that regardless to what people say The shooters gotta do it day for day So make your peace
[ VERSE 2: Scarface ] Open your books to the first chapter, verse four, page eight And link to my thoughts as my intents are to initiate And enter the minds of the ones who are blind And shed light to all the mankind written in rhyme I preach to each to get off your ass, stand on your feet Cause everyday it's niggas lyin dead in the street We stuck in our ways, it's different now than back in the days Fuck what they say, cause ain't no comin back from the grave So when the gun goes pop and the lights go out Then you'll understand what I'm talkin about I had a dream and seen a double sun, a different world was in the makin The ruler of this new world was Satan The sky turned blood-red, the silent trumpet started playin Then I woke up, my imagination Runnin wild but then again the coming of Christ Could be the moment of any minute, now or tonight So make your peace, cause 666 is the mark of the beast It's dark in these streets And some might see it hard to believe but God is in me And yea, though I walk through the valley of the wickedness I know I'm protected cause I'm convicted Anybody believin in the Big Bang Theory And thinkin that thyself is the God, you need to hear me How do you explain The skies, the moon, the stars and the rain The sun and the sea The Earth without form facing the deep Darkness and challengin the powers that be It's impossible for scientists to make up the seeds Didn't make up the trees, so why we turn our backs on the truth? This heaven and hell part we seem to hide from the youth I'm tellin what few tongues of the evil will despise My intention's to revitalize, still I revive And I've read the Books, and I heard the lessons And I'm on my knees steady stressin You make your peace
[Scarface] Hopeless again, and the more I stick around the shit get more fucked up That's why I'm back on Holloway gettin' fucked up Thinkin' back on how it used to be when it was all good We wasn't trippin', this was our hood I had your motherfuckin back And when it was time to go to war, it was like "where these niggaz at?" Fuck rackets, we ain't never been the type to hold out Or, let a motherfucker show out No doubt, we put it down for the 9-0-triple 4 Droppin tops, fuckin fine hoes These other niggaz is finally catching up Listening to rappers ballin and gettin touched Wasup? You done forgot about the street rules, splurgin Is you a motherfucking fool? Money ain't a thing to a nigga out here rappin But to a nigga out there cappin? That's they downfall
[Scarface] Now the whole neighborhood silent Got the fed-e-rals hangin (Shhhh) While these young niggaz steady sangin I need a motherfuckin law-uh-yer (Why's that?) I'm in a state of paranoia How many niggaz in the six-by-six Fin' to get, some time behind some loud mouth bitch Fin' to snitch, trapping niggaz up in they downfalls Taping motherfuckers phone calls Ay, I've been in this shit for two deep From moving ki's, pushing weight was too sweet An 8-ball will cost you 75 (Dirt cheap) Back in the game that shit was live And all you had to do to survive was get a whole click Of niggaz, down with they business and stack chips Savin up for hard times Do the time when you do the crime You niggaz tryin to ? your downfall
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(Voice with effects) Nothing lasts forever but love Money comes and goes But for those ?? it surely goes
[Scarface] You rollin over in the joint, trying to get your time dropped Puttin niggaz up forever, cause you did the crime hop Turned fed, and know they got indictments for real Runnin in niggaz houses, niggaz fighting appeals Offering 50 years to innocent motherfuckers All because of the game, niggaz run outta hustle Feds be showin pictures, you got to give 'em somethin Time make a nigga forget it and start bumping And saying shit, jeopardizing the whole thang Niggaz run out of freedom, niggaz start to sang (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah) Laughing in your face, chuckle and produce Avoid they conversation, them niggaz the dudes, fool
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[Outro - spoken as Chorus repeats] Thing is, when a motherfucker is doing dirt Don't come moving it, ya know what I mean Ya know, that won't get you no Rolls Royces and shit like mine baby Your money dirty, wash your shit Them motherfuckers out here, yeah
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
