Scarface

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

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

[Z-Ro]
When it get gangsta..
When it get gangsta, yeah
When it get gangsta - will these motherfuckers ride or die
When it get gangsta, yeah
Bitch nigga you ain't no soldier, you gon' hide and cry

[Willie D]
Well let me tell you a lil' somethin 'bout the niggaz I roll with
We chin check bitches, we don't go for that ho shit
Come to the Bloody Nickel tryin to stunt
Fifty thou' say I knock yo' ass out with one punch
And I don't care how many gangsta rap songs you listen to
Or the fact you smoke weed and pack a gun, I see the bitch in you
I ain't just {?} shells, be sparkin the marks
I put a clip in you like it's a walk in the park
You can try to make bond, but I'ma stick to the script
Hit you with the pistol grip and make your L-dog flip
Youse a punk, youse a bitch, I'll say it to your face
Youse a punk youse a bitch that testified for the state
All them cowards watchin your back, just don't matter
All I gotta do is clap one and the rest gon' scatter
You click on easy targets and cats who don't bust back
Niggaz thinkin y'all the real but tell me this

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
When it get gangsta - is your niggaz gonna fight or run?
When it get gangsta, yeah
The niggaz that be bumpin they be tuckin they tongue
When it get gangsta - will these motherfuckers ride or die
When it get gangsta, yeah
Bitch nigga you ain't no soldier, you gon' hide and cry

[Scarface]
Pussies fabricated, I'm made, you hoes made up
I speak like I live it doggie, you hoes hate us
I cook and rock it cause all you hoes cake up
I'm ridin on all of you stupid hoes, pay up
What's all this wolfin niggaz is barkin, come fuck with me fool
And I'ma put a hole inside yo' ass with this tool


Seven shots, niggaz is gutter, we get in yo' shit
Talkin greasy like you runnin somethin, squeezin your dick
What is you itchy, what's really nigga? Call from the block
Loud talkin like you scared niggaz, boy youse a mark
You know real niggaz move quiet and quick to do dirt
Put this pistol up against your jersey, squeeze it and skirt
Murder be dirty {?} but that's in the plan
And here's somethin that you can't understand
How I can just up and five-finger kill me a man
This game right here for real, you niggaz playin, but

[Chorus]

[Willie D]
Niggaz always tell me how real I sound when I flow
That's cause the shit I talk about, I done done it befo'
Other rappers mouth off, that's just protection talk
I done robbed, sold dope, squeezed and left 'em in chalk
Yeah, them hard styles ain't about nuttin cocksucker
Lookin mean ain't never killed a motherfucker
So what you been to the pen and they call you a killer
I still draw this Desert E and spit at you nigga
My mind is made up, just balls and my word
Any bastard that fucked with mine gon' get scurred
Keep thinkin I'm playin, keep thinkin I'm kiddin
I'll bust yo' motherfuckin head wide open like a watermelon
Homeboy 'bout to get his ass whupped blue
And he gon' probably sue, cause that's what pussies do
Some say it ain't worth it but fuck that shit
I'd rather die like a soldier than to live like a bitch

[Chorus]

[Z-Ro] When it gets gangsta..

(Kelly Price)
What can I do?
What can I do, to make it better?
Yeah, yeah

(Scarface)
I thank the Lord, for every morning, he allows me to rise
And though the sun is shining, there's a cloud in the sky
Lettin' me know, that at any moment, there could be rain
And as beautiful as life is, there still can be pain
Down the park, I hear the sirens, just screamin' away
And then the unevitable happens, the end of them days
As sad as it sounds, but that's the price we all gotta pay
And the whole world knows God giveth, will taketh away (will taketh away)
I live and I learn, I sit and watch my cigarette burn
Down to the ash, it remindes me of the now and the passed
I say a little prayer, 'cause eventually I'll stand in the path
Of the souls and dark rows that lead to rest

(Chorus)
Do you hear them, crying?
Waiting for someone to come and dry their tears (someone like you and me)
Take away their fears

And then a child is born
Bloody legged, clingin' to life
Unaware of his surroundin's or breathin' is right
In the arms of his mother as he looks in her eyes
He takes his first breath and he screams (baby's alive)
At the same time, another mother, murders her kids
And the unbarable thought of this hear, just' brings me to tears
It's hard enough we gotta raise our kids to live in this world
So full of hate with no faith, and killin' your pearls
And sometimes, I sit it down, and wonder myself
But then again, I ain't Jesus, and I can't help
All I can do, is hope I never live with the fact
That if I heard one of my seeds is dealin' with that
That'd be the hardest thing, I'd ever have to do in my time
I'd have to take my own life too, and I couldn't glide
Instead what he'd, what you hear me singin' bout it in my ride
And a parent hurtin' his kid ain't decidin' the time
I know it's truth, the next day, we just livin' to die
But I believe if you livin' right, you'll live in the sky
Lookin' down on the good and the bad, the world as a whole
And hopefully you did what you did, before you had to go

(Chorus)
Do you hear them, crying?
Waiting for someone to come and dry their tears
(someone to dry their tears) Take away their fears
Can I make it, better? (I want to make it better)
Can I ease the pain that they are goin' through? (they're through)
What can I do?
What can I do?

I say "goodbye" to your cruel world
I see peace to the red sky
I see these are where the dead die, leavin' my head high
And if the streets up ahead crowd with the heat from the lead fly
But the grief when I said "Bye," pull the sheets on my bed dry
We're turnin' the table, we tellin' a tale
That the destruction of human flesh, and it not so great
Long list of the John Doe's, and Kauntly the spirit
With them jails of souls lost, we hope that God hears it
Resurection very harsh, crowdin' in the room
Muffle sounds on the outside, echo the tomb
But I'm cold

(Kelly Price)
Do you hear me?
I'm cryin'

(Chorus)
Do you hear them, crying? (x2 to fade)
Waiting for someone to come and dry their tears
(someone to dry their tears)
Take away their fears (take away their fears)
Can I make it, better? (gonna make it better)
Can I ease the pain that they are goin' through?
(everything they're goin' through) What can I do?
What can I do?

[Intro]
Ghetto slave, U.T.P.
Ya heard me? Aiyyo Nick, show 'em

Everything was gravy 'til the hurricane popped up
Then the levees broke and had the whole city stopped up
Then it got hectic, everybody split up
But a lot of us sittin in Texas nigga we out'chea
Downtown, we out'chea, uptown, we out'chea
Niggaz that stayed home, you think they dead? Out'chea
Heron City, all bustin heads, out'chea
Niggaz with real charges duckin feds? Yo we out'chea

[Verse One]
Most likely you saw Eazy in Texas
Trashback his brass real fast for a Lexus
The Southwest side, best to be seen
Tuesday night break his ass shake and sip the lean
And if not, catch us on the Northside, take 610
59 it's a short ride, holla somethin out'chea
Whylin in the front with the blunts cause we out'chea
Hopin they don't have to figure out what we bout'chea

[Chorus]
3rd Ward, 4th Ward, 5th Ward - we out'chea
6th Ward, 7th Ward, 8th Ward - we out'chea
9th Ward, 10th Ward, 11th Ward - we out'chea
12th Ward, 13th, 17th - we out'chea

[Verse Two]
I ran up into Barstow, took the nursing home bus
The feds pulled us over but they didn't really fuck with us
Causeway to I-10, bad roads, Lafeyette
{??} took a two month rest
Went from the shorts to the projects, the ones in the hilltop
I like it in the hood but that wasn't my bus stop
I made it out to Dallas, mob pimpin, sippin lean
Saw some niggaz from the home team, that I ain't seen
in a month or two, fucked up a blunt or two
But I left, cause I gotta do, what I gotta do
E hit me hard as I'm jettin, it was powerful
Now I'm out of Houston, and Crophead's been doin our producin (yeah)

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Yeah I'm in Houston but you know that
Nigga like me, old school, new always like a throwback
And when they build it I'ma go back
For now I'm out'chea, you ain't seen the FUCK YOU on my do'mat?
You read my license plate, mad motherfucker
So you know the driver is a bad motherfucker
Swerved on the A-Town, exit off the {?}
Plus my homey from the hood done relocated uphill
And he tellin me, how good that the weed is
The numbers on the hustle, and how we both can bleed it
I'm addin it up and it's just like what I needed
The sweetest hustle ever, of a hustle if I seen it

[Chorus]

[Scarface]
Watch ya step... watch ya step...
Watch ya step... watch ya step...
Watch ya step... watch ya step...
Watch ya step... you better watch ya step...

[Verse 1]
And ya don't stop, so I guess it's on once again
The Natural Born Killaz in a zone again
I'm different type of special men not known to man
I refuse to loose, I was born to win
A street nigga, the stand up type, never to fall
I've been programmed to run in and get it, take it all
Sit back and capitalize off mistakes you made
Beat yo ass into submission, and make you pay
I got battlescars from fuckin with this, I gotta have it
What's my reason for quotin this shit? I gotta have it
Like the Roy Jones - you see this money get me hungry like a wolf
And when a nigga hungry I'm a wolf
That's when I start my rage, and attack from the neck up
Catch you being careless, make these hoes respect us
Survival here, that's the name of the game
It's the jungle in this bitch and ain't a damn thing changed
Watch ya step

[Hook]
Let's get it on y'all, to the beat y'all
Fuck a bitch y'all, I'm from the streets dawg
So what it is huh? What it look like?
I'm a G fool, you the bitch type
You got yo strap dawg, I got a strap too
I'm from the Southside, we act a damn fool
You ain't the real hoe, youse a real hoe
I keeps it real hoe, for real though

[Verse 2]
Listen close to the story I'm about to tell
Niggaz is sellin they soul for an ounce of yell'
And a few leave, but this is a house of jail
Twenty-five year bids, without the bail
I know some niggaz in the tank, stuck, lost and thowed
Still boss turnin ya status from false to hope
Only a few niggaz stand up strong and don't whine
When the time get passed around huh?
I'm tellin you dawg, that even if you gettin released
How the fuck is you gon' live on these streets?
You got that jacket on ya back
You a rat and you done spilled ya guts
You a bitch and now you live to fuck
And you a nigga I ain't even gotsta feel to touch
I got some niggaz on the inside to stick and seal you up
It's all good for you out here, gettin yo mail
But the minute you get popped you gonna snitch in jail
Watch ya step

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
They say that music is a therapy to ease the mind
But see therapy to me, is to squeeze a nine
Right between ya eyes, while I squeeze ya throat
Chuck you off the side of my boat and watch you float
The animal they sent here to seal ya fate
Tie ya hands behind ya back and feel ya face
Ain't no hope for ya partner Joe, he broke the rules
In the jungle if ya weak, we gotta smoke ya fool
Ain't no love for motherfuckers who done crossed the line
Cocked dice don't pay nigga, now roll ya five
You wanna play the gun game with me, then pull ya shit
I know you'd love to try to punk me if you could ya bitch
But I'm a diehard nigga, I was sworn to silence
and if I got to go, then I (?)
So fuck you, and them niggaz that you run with fool
I'll do the same shit to them, that I did to you
Watch ya step

[Hook]

[Scarface]
Watch ya step... watch ya step...
Watch ya step... watch ya step...
Watch ya step... watch ya step...
Watch ya step... you better watch ya step...

[Verse 1]
And ya don't stop, so I guess it's on once again
The Natural Born Killaz in a zone again
I'm different type of special men not known to man
I refuse to loose, I was born to win
A street nigga, the stand up type, never to fall
I've been programmed to run in and get it, take it all
Sit back and capitalize off mistakes you made
Beat yo ass into submission, and make you pay
I got battlescars from fuckin with this, I gotta have it
What's my reason for quotin this shit? I gotta have it
Like the Roy Jones - you see this money get me hungry like a wolf
And when a nigga hungry I'm a wolf
That's when I start my rage, and attack from the neck up
Catch you being careless, make these hoes respect us
Survival here, that's the name of the game
It's the jungle in this bitch and ain't a damn thing changed
Watch ya step

[Hook]
Let's get it on y'all, to the beat y'all
Fuck a bitch y'all, I'm from the streets dawg
So what it is huh? What it look like?
I'm a G fool, you the bitch type
You got yo strap dawg, I got a strap too
I'm from the Southside, we act a damn fool
You ain't the real hoe, youse a real hoe
I keeps it real hoe, for real though

[Verse 2]
Listen close to the story I'm about to tell
Niggaz is sellin they soul for an ounce of yell'
And a few leave, but this is a house of jail
Twenty-five year bids, without the bail
I know some niggaz in the tank, stuck, lost and thowed
Still boss turnin ya status from false to hope
Only a few niggaz stand up strong and don't whine
When the time get passed around huh?
I'm tellin you dawg, that even if you gettin released
How the fuck is you gon' live on these streets?
You got that jacket on ya back
You a rat and you done spilled ya guts
You a bitch and now you live to fuck
And you a nigga I ain't even gotsta feel to touch
I got some niggaz on the inside to stick and seal you up
It's all good for you out here, gettin yo mail
But the minute you get popped you gonna snitch in jail
Watch ya step

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
They say that music is a therapy to ease the mind
But see therapy to me, is to squeeze a nine
Right between ya eyes, while I squeeze ya throat
Chuck you off the side of my boat and watch you float
The animal they sent here to seal ya fate
Tie ya hands behind ya back and feel ya face
Ain't no hope for ya partner Joe, he broke the rules
In the jungle if ya weak, we gotta smoke ya fool
Ain't no love for motherfuckers who done crossed the line
Cocked dice don't pay nigga, now roll ya five
You wanna play the gun game with me, then pull ya shit
I know you'd love to try to punk me if you could ya bitch
But I'm a diehard nigga, I was sworn to silence
and if I got to go, then I (?)
So fuck you, and them niggaz that you run with fool
I'll do the same shit to them, that I did to you
Watch ya step

[Hook]

(feat. Devin & K.B.)

(Devin and K.B. talking)

(Devin)

I know I shouldn't do this
But I can't help it
I'm a fiend
Lotion and magazines is what I'm left wit
I step witout my pride
To the toilet
And laced my palm wit honey and almond
But suddenly the phone rings
And it's K.B.
Pussy just came through
Some for him and some for me
Hell yeah, I'll be there to help you fuck 'em
Get 'em drunk, get 'em high
Pull they titties out and suck 'em

(K.B.)

Don't rush 'em
We 'bout to fuck these hoes, man, no question
Just bring yo' ass on
Because they already buzzin'
And lovin'
My hospitality, I put it down
I got a quarter pound o' weed
And a big thing o' Crown
Shit, my dick hard now
Just lookin' at these bitches
Wit these big soft asses and these nice round titties
While you gigglin'
You best to hurry yo' as the fuck up
I'm 'bout one second away
>From crackin' this fuckface up

(Chorus)

No need for rest haven these hoes
Let's show 'em what they pussy made fo'
Let's me and you lay in these hoes
And show 'em what they pussy made fo'
No need for us savin' theses hoes
Let's show 'em what they pussy made fo'
Let's leave without payin' these hoes
And show 'em what they pussy made fo'

(Devin)

Man, just let 'em know I'm comin' in 'bout 25 minutes
And get they pussy ready 'cuz I'm finna dive in it
I hear 'em talkin' loud in the background, hollerin'
Tell 'em don't get too drunk and keep they pussy lips smilin'

(K.B.)

These hoes wildin'
But still I got 'em under control
Impatiently, waitin' for some dick that's swole
They just some horny ass bitches that love to fuck
Tellin' me how they suck dick and swallow the nut
(They gobble it up?)
I thought I told ya 'bout one of these hoes
That put my foot inside her pussy
Then took it out and sucked my toes
Yo, don't forget to stop and get some fuckin' Dunk 'ems
(What?) Condoms, you forget dem nigga we got a problem

(Devin}

That ain't no problem, man
You know we must cover our bones
Zoom zoom bust in the room
Get 'bout two and I'm gone
And as soon as I get there
I'm gonna spit some game to her
Get the pussy so quick
You think I already knew her
We 'bout to fuck these hoes

(Chorus)

(K.B.)

Finally, at last, Devin showed up
And the first thing this muthafucka said was

(Devin)

What the fuck is this thick neck big bitch here
Man I shoulda bought a 16 ounce beer
Say big hoss you fucked over me dog
I thought we was cool
How in the hell we gonna get
These two big bitches in the pool

(K.B.)

(Ha ha ha) You fool
Stop trippin' and just take ya clothes off
'Cuz all pussy feel the same when the lights go off

(Devin)

Man that's too much ??
For just one fuck
And I'll pass
You can't even tell the difference
'Tween they stomach and they ass
Stretch marks on they titties like a road map
Hoe slapped on some Maybeline

(K.B.)

But she keep her navel clean
And at least these hoes big and cute
Not big and fucked up
You den fucked a skinny, ugly ass hoe
So nigga what's up
Who give a fuck if you fuck these broads
Nobody knows
So just drank and smoke this dank
And let's fuck these hoes

(Chorus)

Show 'em what they pussy made for (2X)

(feat. Devin & K.B.)

(Devin and K.B. talking)

(Devin)

I know I shouldn't do this
But I can't help it
I'm a fiend
Lotion and magazines is what I'm left wit
I step witout my pride
To the toilet
And laced my palm wit honey and almond
But suddenly the phone rings
And it's K.B.
Pussy just came through
Some for him and some for me
Hell yeah, I'll be there to help you fuck 'em
Get 'em drunk, get 'em high
Pull they titties out and suck 'em

(K.B.)

Don't rush 'em
We 'bout to fuck these hoes, man, no question
Just bring yo' ass on
Because they already buzzin'
And lovin'
My hospitality, I put it down
I got a quarter pound o' weed
And a big thing o' Crown
Shit, my dick hard now
Just lookin' at these bitches
Wit these big soft asses and these nice round titties
While you gigglin'
You best to hurry yo' as the fuck up
I'm 'bout one second away
>From crackin' this fuckface up

(Chorus)

No need for rest haven these hoes
Let's show 'em what they pussy made fo'
Let's me and you lay in these hoes
And show 'em what they pussy made fo'
No need for us savin' theses hoes
Let's show 'em what they pussy made fo'
Let's leave without payin' these hoes
And show 'em what they pussy made fo'

(Devin)

Man, just let 'em know I'm comin' in 'bout 25 minutes
And get they pussy ready 'cuz I'm finna dive in it
I hear 'em talkin' loud in the background, hollerin'
Tell 'em don't get too drunk and keep they pussy lips smilin'

(K.B.)

These hoes wildin'
But still I got 'em under control
Impatiently, waitin' for some dick that's swole
They just some horny ass bitches that love to fuck
Tellin' me how they suck dick and swallow the nut
(They gobble it up?)
I thought I told ya 'bout one of these hoes
That put my foot inside her pussy
Then took it out and sucked my toes
Yo, don't forget to stop and get some fuckin' Dunk 'ems
(What?) Condoms, you forget dem nigga we got a problem

(Devin}

That ain't no problem, man
You know we must cover our bones
Zoom zoom bust in the room
Get 'bout two and I'm gone
And as soon as I get there
I'm gonna spit some game to her
Get the pussy so quick
You think I already knew her
We 'bout to fuck these hoes

(Chorus)

(K.B.)

Finally, at last, Devin showed up
And the first thing this muthafucka said was

(Devin)

What the fuck is this thick neck big bitch here
Man I shoulda bought a 16 ounce beer
Say big hoss you fucked over me dog
I thought we was cool
How in the hell we gonna get
These two big bitches in the pool

(K.B.)

(Ha ha ha) You fool
Stop trippin' and just take ya clothes off
'Cuz all pussy feel the same when the lights go off

(Devin)

Man that's too much ??
For just one fuck
And I'll pass
You can't even tell the difference
'Tween they stomach and they ass
Stretch marks on they titties like a road map
Hoe slapped on some Maybeline

(K.B.)

But she keep her navel clean
And at least these hoes big and cute
Not big and fucked up
You den fucked a skinny, ugly ass hoe
So nigga what's up
Who give a fuck if you fuck these broads
Nobody knows
So just drank and smoke this dank
And let's fuck these hoes

(Chorus)

Show 'em what they pussy made for (2X)

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

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

[ intro: willie d ]
Thugg niggaz
Ha-ha-ha
Callin all thugg niggaz
(callin all thugg niggaz)
This shit is for y'all
Worldwide
Just like geto boys
(geto boooys!)
I know y'all niggas gon' feel this shit right here
(g.b.!)
We're goin through the same thing

[ verse 1: willie d ]
Weapons bein loaded and cocked, bodies drop
Ghetto niggas, they hang on the corner sellin rocks
Fuck the cops, they brutalize the poverty-stricken
Institutional racism prevalent in prisons
Quick decisions are made with precisions of blood-spill
Gotta make a mill, got a house on the hill
Protect my grill, and avoid gettin killed
Now if I land on the concrete with bloody pants
Lord please, give your homeboy a second chance
Baby need a new pair of shoes, and a college fund
My p.o. wanna know how I got a gun
I'm in the presence of my enemies like in the bible
Will I see heaven if I murder these fuckin rivals?
I'm havin nightmares of niggas' final cries
If I die today, will I be idolized?
I gives a fuck, if you dwell from the east to west
As long as you feel the south, nigga, you can bet
I got...

[ chorus: doracell ]
Nothin but that gangsta shit to my thugs
Puffin on a gang of shit smokin luv
Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub
No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up (2x)

[ verse 2: doracell ]
Lord, see me, to the last year, my islamic roots
Forgive me what I past did, hustlin for loot
Pass the casket, lookin at my friend in basket
Touch him with my lips, feelin like he blasted
I never seen a man cry
But my lifestyle is fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die
The faces of death
Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next?
Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword
Or speak about it too much, you gon' die by the sword
So think about it, do us an injustice, you know time flies
Life, I can't trust it, so I stay high
Six-time felony, no one can handle me
I'm constantly fuckin up my family
To the moms a casualty, I got love
But this a little gangsta shit, to my thugs



[ chorus ]

[ verse 3: dmg ]
I be a muthafuckin thug till the day I die
Called in this world to be a rider, so I'm ridin high
My blood-shot eyes coincide with my frame of mind
Forever mobbin with my niggas from offa both sides
It's g.b. family, fuck y'all bitch-mades
We in the game to run the whole thang
Return and leave from a to z
Bonafied thug in my blood, part of the ghetto
Niggas runnin when I'm up in meadow
I'm black devil with the shovel when I'm near, nigga
Don't fear, nigga, this is war in yo ear, nigga
Right here, nigga, real niggas
Representin thugs, we all action
We body-baggin (body-baggin) and toe-taggin
Your reaction is flatline, no pulse
Straight killers, thugg niggaz with no heart

[ willie d ]
And that's how that shit go, nigga
We ain't gon' never stop doin this shit
I know them muthafuckas can't stand it
When them goddamn geto boys come hot
Cause we gotta represent niggas all over the muthafuckin world
We got geto boys all over the world
And that's why we always break shit down
To the muthafuckin smallest compound
Nigga, you fuck with us
You hoes'll get mugged, drugged
We ain't havin no muthafuckas down in the fuckin front row
Gettin kisses and hugs
Nigga, that's how we doin that shit
Down south, muthafucka

[ verse 4 scarface ]
Get em up, nigga, buck-buck, represent yo shit
Smokin weed got you fucked up, now you niggas hit
Fuck with me, nigga, what's up talkin all that shit
Now we face to face, muthafucka, who you with?
Ain't nobody got your back now, you in trouble
Oh, he know how to act now, huh? we in double
Always sickin out and stomp out, nigga gettin nervous
And that stutterin in your voice, pal, that's gon' get your service
Ain't no muthafuckin game, nigga, disrespect
Remember the next time that bullshit gon' get you x-ed
Do yo thang, but don't you ever trick
Don't you ever switch, if you get caught, then don't you ever snitch
If you do, you'se a bitch, full of shit
Lots of holes in ya
Pop a hole in a hoe nigga

[ chorus ]

(feat. Scarface)

Down here on the ground people sacrifice just to try get by
It's hard to get past being caught up in the thoughts of flying high
Gone off that girl, everybody's chasing her all of the time
Seems like Erika Kane, she done got up in the game
And have ya scared to try

Chorus:
You may not know it right now, nothing's impossible
And when you try to push along, it seems to far to go
And the way it goes down, seems like the end of the road
But it's not, the fire's gettin' hot hot hot
You can go on right now, search deep inside
You're getting strong right now, I'm willing to testify
You've already won the fight, just stay down and ride
Cuz we all gotta walk through the fire

I walk the block running up the streets looking for a way out
Don't nobody know what I'm running from
Everything is spinning, feel like my world is burning
And I don't know what to do
If I put it all on you to get me where I need to be
Could you really comfort me
There's so much pain that I see

[Chorus]

Scarface:
Oh, now what a tangled web I've wove
Lost inside a maze I've made, misled my soul
I often sit down and pray but I can't cause I'm froze
Besides, heavens to far away so I pave my nose
My pains unfold, whispering words to me that remain unspoken
Though some pictures tell a story, must remain untold
It's the same old song Aretha's sanging to me Lord and I can't go on
My eyes are blood shot, my tears run down and I cry til I can't stop
My fears are in war now with my heart and I'm shell-shocked
Trapped in mistakes now
You want me to bail in but I want me the hell out
I make you to feel bad but you making making me feel weak
I do you to hide you but you making me hide me
Every right I make was left so I'm staggered and gun shy
Addicted, I stand still cause she's making feel I'm

Bridge:
I'm in the world alone, trying to get back home
Please come and rescue me
Someone's in desperate need
Trying to shake the pain so I can breathe again
Somebody pray for me so I can finally see

[Chorus]

[Jay-Z]

Geah.. whassup?

Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz

Real niggaz, worldwide

Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story

We all ghetto B - here's mine

Geah


See I was -- born in sewage, born to make bomb music

Flow tight like I was born Jewish

Used the streets as a conduit - I kept arms

38 longs inside my mom's Buick

At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news

Iron cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluid

Shit, I'm goin through it - mom dukes too

Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it

My life is gettin too wild

I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it

Bout to lose it; voices screamin "Don't do it!"

It's like '93, '94, bout the year

that Big and Mag dropped; and "Illmatic" rocked

outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked

Everybody doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block

like "Damn; I'ma be a failure"

Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug - paraphenalia

Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us

Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts

Tryin figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin

So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait!

It gets worse, baby momma water burst

Baby came out stillborn, still I gotta move on

Though my heart still torn, life gone from her womb

Don't worry, if it was meant to be, it'll be -- soon


[Chorus: Jay-Z]

This can't be life, this can't be love

This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us

This can't be life, this can't be love

This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us


[Beanie Sigel]

Chill dog

Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother

Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother

Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another

I'm thinkin damn; how my older sister gon' make me tougher

When steel sharpens steel, I'ma keep it real

I'm tired of tryin to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills

Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real

Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real

What my life like, you lookin at the source, it's real

What your life like? Mine dog, of course it's real

Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin Beans

Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin

Dog you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an

I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine

Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body

Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee

I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me

Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me

There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans

Amatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin

My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave dog

Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog

I come back in the afterlife

Like fuck it I done touched hell twice; what's the meanin?


[Chorus]


[Scarface]

Yeah.. uhh..

Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig'

I got a phone call from one of my nigs

Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids

And when I heard that I just broke into tears

And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is

But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib

So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news

Now we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad's two

Prayin for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars

Lovin your kids just like you was ours

And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours

I just know that heaven'll open these doors

And ain't no bright side to losin lifel; but you can view it like this

God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company

Who loves all and hates not one

And one day you gon' be wit your son

I could've rapped about my hard times on this song

But heaven knows I woulda been wrong

I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love

It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us

This can't be life


[Chorus]


[Jay-Z]

This can't be life..

(feat. U.G.K.)

[Scarface]
Yo Pop .... Let's jump in the fight game boy

[Scarface] [Chrous]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric B and Pimp C you kwow they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball ...down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga Young Ke Ke he down wit us
South Side nigga and we down tah bust I'm #1

[Scarface]
Too many niggaz takin' rap for a joke
You be up for one minute and then the next you're flat broke
Rhyme about fly bitches - Daytona - Hardheaded Spokes
Pockets once was phat but now your bummin' smokes
And now your gung ho got'cha niggaz by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you know as well as I know
That you don't wanna die
I give's ah fuck about your crew
What they wanna do
Them niggaz quick tah cock they straps
We cock straps too
And we blast on fools...fuck you over
We smoke niggaz too..like Black Rob do
We striaght criminals..fuck an interveiw
J-Prince will ethnic cleanse like Hitler used to do
Bring on an interlude
I'm comin' from a school where if ah nigga mouth
Get out-We aim tah hit at you
Method subliminal-I'm The Original
That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful
I'm critical-nigga I ride around and housin'
My records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand
I clock more dough plus do more shows
You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold
You sold your soul and bullshit sound low
Fuckin' wit me is not so need nine mo'

[Bun B]
Now the internet,radio,prison even the t.v.
All askin' me tah spit the meaning of B-U-N-B
Well let's see I'm broader than Broadway
Rollin' Brahma's on Broadway
Got your brawd out on Broadway
Tah Broadway in ah broad day
Now I brought the underground plunger
Sound from down under
Somethin' like when that thunder pound
Way from round yunder
Hey I'm from the South mane
Plus I'm the south main fanatical film broker
Than Carol on South Main
Close your mouth mane
I ain't ask tah see your tonsil's or your tounge
Lookin' sprung like The Prince was for Repunzil
I gets twisted like a pretzel these rappers cryin' the blues
Cuz I make this shit look crazier than tyin' my shoes
People ask me do I write rhymes
I tell 'em I used to
Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember
Like The Juice Crew
U to the G to the K-P-A Playa
Miss me bout that U-ing nigga next up is J-R

[Pimp C] [Chorus]
Unnh tell yah Lil' J is down wit us
The boy Big Chief is down wit us
The nigga California is down wit us
You know the boy Brad is down wit us
The boy Big Mike still down wit us
Come in die candy sippin' the Tusk
Niggaz in the southside down wit us
Fifth Ward-down tah ride down wit us

[Pimp C]
Nore and Ross breakin' 'em off
Cuz when they think they winnin' fucked boy your lost
I like the rye white raised on gravy and rice
This Rap-A-Lot Mafia Life....Super Tight
Skip Daddy ain't said must of started smokin' rocks
We got game on loud...bitch you ain't proud
Smoke private stock-got blades chopped
Keep ah young yella bop and ah pistol tah pop
On ah punk motherfucker talkin' shit wit ah gun
Pimp and Bun like DMC and DJ Run
Everyday I come down them niggaz callin' my game
Then ge on B-E-T and they don't mention my name
Some Grip It On That Other Level
Face be bustin' they head
Ride Bentley early 90's watchin' out for the Feds
Red the king of south and I'm the aire to the throne
J-Prince done took off runnin' like Dedo Cartione

[Scarface] [Chourus]
My nigga J-D you know he down wit us
Rock-a-Fella Records is down wit us
Cash Money Millionaires Is down wit us
Pretty Boy Floyld you know he down wit us
Roy Jones Jr. he's down wit us
Iron Mike Tyson down wit us
Lennox Lewis is down wit us
And knockin' motherfuckers out is ah must
Rockin' Rodney Moore down wit us
My nigga Willie you know he down wit us
Can't forget about Reggie cuz he down wit us
My nigga J-Prince you know he down wit us
Big Teeth and B-Dub down tah bust
And these niggaz in this motherfucker down wit us
Takin' motherfuckers out is ah must we #1

(feat. U.G.K.)

[Scarface]
Yo Pop .... Let's jump in the fight game boy

[Scarface] [Chrous]
My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us
Short Dog and Doc down wit us
Eric B and Pimp C you kwow they down wit us
Black Rob and Eightball ...down wit us
M.J.G. you know he down wit us
B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us
My nigga Young Ke Ke he down wit us
South Side nigga and we down tah bust I'm #1

[Scarface]
Too many niggaz takin' rap for a joke
You be up for one minute and then the next you're flat broke
Rhyme about fly bitches - Daytona - Hardheaded Spokes
Pockets once was phat but now your bummin' smokes
And now your gung ho got'cha niggaz by your side
And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride
But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside
But you know as well as I know
That you don't wanna die
I give's ah fuck about your crew
What they wanna do
Them niggaz quick tah cock they straps
We cock straps too
And we blast on fools...fuck you over
We smoke niggaz too..like Black Rob do
We striaght criminals..fuck an interveiw
J-Prince will ethnic cleanse like Hitler used to do
Bring on an interlude
I'm comin' from a school where if ah nigga mouth
Get out-We aim tah hit at you
Method subliminal-I'm The Original
That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful
I'm critical-nigga I ride around and housin'
My records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand
I clock more dough plus do more shows
You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold
You sold your soul and bullshit sound low
Fuckin' wit me is not so need nine mo'

[Bun B]
Now the internet,radio,prison even the t.v.
All askin' me tah spit the meaning of B-U-N-B
Well let's see I'm broader than Broadway
Rollin' Brahma's on Broadway
Got your brawd out on Broadway
Tah Broadway in ah broad day
Now I brought the underground plunger
Sound from down under
Somethin' like when that thunder pound
Way from round yunder
Hey I'm from the South mane
Plus I'm the south main fanatical film broker
Than Carol on South Main
Close your mouth mane
I ain't ask tah see your tonsil's or your tounge
Lookin' sprung like The Prince was for Repunzil
I gets twisted like a pretzel these rappers cryin' the blues
Cuz I make this shit look crazier than tyin' my shoes
People ask me do I write rhymes
I tell 'em I used to
Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember
Like The Juice Crew
U to the G to the K-P-A Playa
Miss me bout that U-ing nigga next up is J-R

[Pimp C] [Chorus]
Unnh tell yah Lil' J is down wit us
The boy Big Chief is down wit us
The nigga California is down wit us
You know the boy Brad is down wit us
The boy Big Mike still down wit us
Come in die candy sippin' the Tusk
Niggaz in the southside down wit us
Fifth Ward-down tah ride down wit us

[Pimp C]
Nore and Ross breakin' 'em off
Cuz when they think they winnin' fucked boy your lost
I like the rye white raised on gravy and rice
This Rap-A-Lot Mafia Life....Super Tight
Skip Daddy ain't said must of started smokin' rocks
We got game on loud...bitch you ain't proud
Smoke private stock-got blades chopped
Keep ah young yella bop and ah pistol tah pop
On ah punk motherfucker talkin' shit wit ah gun
Pimp and Bun like DMC and DJ Run
Everyday I come down them niggaz callin' my game
Then ge on B-E-T and they don't mention my name
Some Grip It On That Other Level
Face be bustin' they head
Ride Bentley early 90's watchin' out for the Feds
Red the king of south and I'm the aire to the throne
J-Prince done took off runnin' like Dedo Cartione

[Scarface] [Chourus]
My nigga J-D you know he down wit us
Rock-a-Fella Records is down wit us
Cash Money Millionaires Is down wit us
Pretty Boy Floyld you know he down wit us
Roy Jones Jr. he's down wit us
Iron Mike Tyson down wit us
Lennox Lewis is down wit us
And knockin' motherfuckers out is ah must
Rockin' Rodney Moore down wit us
My nigga Willie you know he down wit us
Can't forget about Reggie cuz he down wit us
My nigga J-Prince you know he down wit us
Big Teeth and B-Dub down tah bust
And these niggaz in this motherfucker down wit us
Takin' motherfuckers out is ah must we #1

[ VERSE 1: Scarface ]
The heavy hitters from the Hou, Tex, back in effect
Even rougher than ever, what the fuck did you expect?
The G.B. to apologize?
For never givin a fuck?
Hittin muthafuckas up?
Still the rawest in this street thing, I read things
Stayin high as a fuck in a Bentley bumpin Sweet Thing
And we came to reincarnate the real
Hardcore gangsta shit for y'all still
Goin insane, puttin a bullet in your brain
Leavin you shocked, fuckin the world like Pac
Settin niggas up like Puerto-Ricans to stop breathin
Cause destiny caught up with yo ass and got even
And I'm seein your whole family ripped apart
Follow in the steps of a nigga with no heart
I'm suicidal, manic depressive, seekin guidance
I speak to shrinks every week, must inquire
They lyin, on the verge of settin off the war
Fuck the police (dump them bitches in they car)

[ CHORUS: Scarface ]
Cause the police is bitches
The niggas is bitches
The bitches is bitches
The politicians is bitches
The bitches is bitches
The niggas is bitches
The police is bitches
The bitches is bitches
The politicians is bitches
KKK, they bitches

[ VERSE 2: Willie D ]
Die muthafucka, die muthafucka, die muthafucka
Die muthafucka, that's the message
To the bitches in the white dresses
I got some shit to make the room rock
If you don't want to feel the pain, you keep your asses in the boon docks
Dumb muthafuckas with your pick up trucks
Gave muthafuckas jammin sticks up butts
I shoot your asses in the guts and leave your brains on the windshield
You muthafuckas shoulda been killed

[ VERSE 3: Scarface ]
Murder-murder-murder, kill a muthafucka still
Watchin the military blowin bitches up at will
On the brink of startin World War III, fuck peace
Cause to me an A to a K spells relief
Blow this muthafucka up, fuck Sadam
Sneak up on his ass with a rifle, fuck a bomb
Remember 'Nam? Niggas got killed in Desert Storm
When the well being of my kids is at stake I'm alarmed, heavily armed

[ VERSE 4: Willie D ]
Muthafuck the judge, the jury and the prosecutor
Diverted Juda, I smoke Buddah and roll with shooteres
War recruiters, the type of niggas that'll run you down
Pistol whip you in front of your family and gun you down
With no compassion niggas be blastin and blastin
And blastin, like ??? niggas be passin
We mashin on muthafuckas tired of breathin
Niggas get even, leavin your loved ones grievin
Fuckin with heathens, the graveyard be your residence
I don't give a fuck if you the goddamn President
It's evident, I'm a survivalist
Two in the back of the head is what my rivals get
Child molesters, I hate them muthafuckas, let's kill em
??? for fuckin with our children
Blood-spill-em along with the deadbeat dads
We needs to straight check they ass
Cause they bitches

[ CHORUS: Scarface ]
The police is bitches
The niggas is bitches
The bitches is bitches
The politicians is bitches
The bitches is bitches
The niggas is bitches
The police is bitches
The bitches is bitches
The politicians is bitches
KKK, they bitches

You know what? I'm destined to be the last man standin'
Carefully mappin' my escape through plannin'
Come in and get it, and leave here with it
Makin' fo' sho' that I'll be free when I hit

It's like a dope man's lotto, the dope man follows
The rule here is simple and this is my motto
To get it how you get it homey, Marciealago
Get you a house built keep you a dollar though

'Cause when it's over it's over, no cheese to borrow
You fuck around, get indicted, ain't no tomorrows
My homey locked up, been six years tight
But six years is nothin', 'cause this kid's life

Is off in a cage for the rest of his days
A price that he paid for the mistake he made
So I'm more focused 'cause my lifestyle's bogus
I got to get out 'cause this fast life's over

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

They say, "The ends justifies the means"
So I guess a drug dealer justifies the fiends
Poverty and unemployment justifies the screams
The reason he stacks his paper just to buy it clean

Two thousand and six with shoes the size of me
But in the end he wasn't really what he tried to be
I'd never let no war justify me
I question how hard some of these cats really be

'Cause real niggaz don't speak, our actions talk more
Don't make me flip and turn these streets into a chalk board
I do this for all the real niggaz that smoke trees
The hustlers, players, pimps, and OG's

For the up-and-comin' cats to the old schoolers
The ones that remember private stock and Calvin Coolidge
It's a struggle to make it, keep pushin'
See how far you can take it, two eye or one eye navigate it what

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find the peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

I know this cocksucker pullin' me over because of my skin
But the secret is to win, so I hold it in
I'm yes sir'n, no sir'n, but when he pull off he diss
A motherfuckin', dick-suckin', redneck son of a bitch

All it takes is one pussy who ain't gettin' none
To catch you on a dark street, and put you to sleep
Dude was one deep, at the sto', he said, "I ain't no ho"
Got clapped in the back of his 'fro

It didn't have to go like that, believe me Mister
Someday, niggaz gon' respect these pistols
Play the safe, get out the way, when a fool got the ups
Pride'll get a motherfucker shot in the guts

And remember this before you grown, and the day that you gone
Greed it don't last too long
The secret is to win, jump out the game and have money for life
Not to stick around 'til you lose all your shit to the vice

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You know what? I'm destined to be the last man standin'
Carefully mappin' my escape through plannin'
Come in and get it, and leave here with it
Makin' fo' sho' that I'll be free when I hit

It's like a dope man's lotto, the dope man follows
The rule here is simple and this is my motto
To get it how you get it homey, Marciealago
Get you a house built keep you a dollar though

'Cause when it's over it's over, no cheese to borrow
You fuck around, get indicted, ain't no tomorrows
My homey locked up, been six years tight
But six years is nothin', 'cause this kid's life

Is off in a cage for the rest of his days
A price that he paid for the mistake he made
So I'm more focused 'cause my lifestyle's bogus
I got to get out 'cause this fast life's over

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

They say, "The ends justifies the means"
So I guess a drug dealer justifies the fiends
Poverty and unemployment justifies the screams
The reason he stacks his paper just to buy it clean

Two thousand and six with shoes the size of me
But in the end he wasn't really what he tried to be
I'd never let no war justify me
I question how hard some of these cats really be

'Cause real niggaz don't speak, our actions talk more
Don't make me flip and turn these streets into a chalk board
I do this for all the real niggaz that smoke trees
The hustlers, players, pimps, and OG's

For the up-and-comin' cats to the old schoolers
The ones that remember private stock and Calvin Coolidge
It's a struggle to make it, keep pushin'
See how far you can take it, two eye or one eye navigate it what

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find the peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

I know this cocksucker pullin' me over because of my skin
But the secret is to win, so I hold it in
I'm yes sir'n, no sir'n, but when he pull off he diss
A motherfuckin', dick-suckin', redneck son of a bitch

All it takes is one pussy who ain't gettin' none
To catch you on a dark street, and put you to sleep
Dude was one deep, at the sto', he said, "I ain't no ho"
Got clapped in the back of his 'fro

It didn't have to go like that, believe me Mister
Someday, niggaz gon' respect these pistols
Play the safe, get out the way, when a fool got the ups
Pride'll get a motherfucker shot in the guts

And remember this before you grown, and the day that you gone
Greed it don't last too long
The secret is to win, jump out the game and have money for life
Not to stick around 'til you lose all your shit to the vice

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You know what? I'm destined to be the last man standin'
Carefully mappin' my escape through plannin'
Come in and get it, and leave here with it
Makin' fo' sho' that I'll be free when I hit

It's like a dope man's lotto, the dope man follows
The rule here is simple and this is my motto
To get it how you get it homey, Marciealago
Get you a house built keep you a dollar though

'Cause when it's over it's over, no cheese to borrow
You fuck around, get indicted, ain't no tomorrows
My homey locked up, been six years tight
But six years is nothin', 'cause this kid's life

Is off in a cage for the rest of his days
A price that he paid for the mistake he made
So I'm more focused 'cause my lifestyle's bogus
I got to get out 'cause this fast life's over

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

They say, "The ends justifies the means"
So I guess a drug dealer justifies the fiends
Poverty and unemployment justifies the screams
The reason he stacks his paper just to buy it clean

Two thousand and six with shoes the size of me
But in the end he wasn't really what he tried to be
I'd never let no war justify me
I question how hard some of these cats really be

'Cause real niggaz don't speak, our actions talk more
Don't make me flip and turn these streets into a chalk board
I do this for all the real niggaz that smoke trees
The hustlers, players, pimps, and OG's

For the up-and-comin' cats to the old schoolers
The ones that remember private stock and Calvin Coolidge
It's a struggle to make it, keep pushin'
See how far you can take it, two eye or one eye navigate it what

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find the peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

I know this cocksucker pullin' me over because of my skin
But the secret is to win, so I hold it in
I'm yes sir'n, no sir'n, but when he pull off he diss
A motherfuckin', dick-suckin', redneck son of a bitch

All it takes is one pussy who ain't gettin' none
To catch you on a dark street, and put you to sleep
Dude was one deep, at the sto', he said, "I ain't no ho"
Got clapped in the back of his 'fro

It didn't have to go like that, believe me Mister
Someday, niggaz gon' respect these pistols
Play the safe, get out the way, when a fool got the ups
Pride'll get a motherfucker shot in the guts

And remember this before you grown, and the day that you gone
Greed it don't last too long
The secret is to win, jump out the game and have money for life
Not to stick around 'til you lose all your shit to the vice

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You know what? I'm destined to be the last man standin'
Carefully mappin' my escape through plannin'
Come in and get it, and leave here with it
Makin' fo' sho' that I'll be free when I hit

It's like a dope man's lotto, the dope man follows
The rule here is simple and this is my motto
To get it how you get it homey, Marciealago
Get you a house built keep you a dollar though

'Cause when it's over it's over, no cheese to borrow
You fuck around, get indicted, ain't no tomorrows
My homey locked up, been six years tight
But six years is nothin', 'cause this kid's life

Is off in a cage for the rest of his days
A price that he paid for the mistake he made
So I'm more focused 'cause my lifestyle's bogus
I got to get out 'cause this fast life's over

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

They say, "The ends justifies the means"
So I guess a drug dealer justifies the fiends
Poverty and unemployment justifies the screams
The reason he stacks his paper just to buy it clean

Two thousand and six with shoes the size of me
But in the end he wasn't really what he tried to be
I'd never let no war justify me
I question how hard some of these cats really be

'Cause real niggaz don't speak, our actions talk more
Don't make me flip and turn these streets into a chalk board
I do this for all the real niggaz that smoke trees
The hustlers, players, pimps, and OG's

For the up-and-comin' cats to the old schoolers
The ones that remember private stock and Calvin Coolidge
It's a struggle to make it, keep pushin'
See how far you can take it, two eye or one eye navigate it what

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find the peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

I know this cocksucker pullin' me over because of my skin
But the secret is to win, so I hold it in
I'm yes sir'n, no sir'n, but when he pull off he diss
A motherfuckin', dick-suckin', redneck son of a bitch

All it takes is one pussy who ain't gettin' none
To catch you on a dark street, and put you to sleep
Dude was one deep, at the sto', he said, "I ain't no ho"
Got clapped in the back of his 'fro

It didn't have to go like that, believe me Mister
Someday, niggaz gon' respect these pistols
Play the safe, get out the way, when a fool got the ups
Pride'll get a motherfucker shot in the guts

And remember this before you grown, and the day that you gone
Greed it don't last too long
The secret is to win, jump out the game and have money for life
Not to stick around 'til you lose all your shit to the vice

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

You've got seasons to rise
And moments to descend
You'll find peace in the end
Don't cry, the secret is to win

The last
of a dying breed

I don't remember much about bein born
But I do remember this: I was conceived on February 10th
Complications detected in my early months of ballin
Around my sonargram you could see the evil was swarmin
The hassle, was it what the world was seekin in a child?
The doctors wanted me out, my mama's in denial
Then I kicked her and gently rubbed my hands across her stomach
Told her: "Keep em off me, mama, I'm comin, I'm comin"

Now I guess I musta been the reason mama couldn't sleep
Interrupted her peace, but it was time for me to eat
And since carryin me caused all that swimmin in your feet
Just know that I'm thankful, I'll let you feel it with my heartbeat
All the doctor visits and physicians movin me around
You could sense my discomfort in every other ultrasound
And I'm runnin out of room in here, steady slidin down
Then she opened up her legs and pushed me out (pushed me out)

(Nigger, nigger never die
Blackface, shining eye)

When I awoke I recall them walkin out my nose
Screamin at the top of my lungs, freezing cold
Wrapped me up in blankets after dressing me in clothes
Then I met the ???? that I owed
At 3 o'clock, what-what, nine seven o
Was the birth of a dying species, and this I know
The truth was in my bloodline, planted in my seed
The last of this muthafuckin breed

The last of this muthafuckin breed

(feat. Willie D, Ice Cube & K.B.)

Scarface:
I dedicate this to my world doug strugglers
I hope metafy you with peace and all hustling
I'm busting, for ya'll niggas
Cause your my niggas on tha realer
beground these streets for stacking peeler
For the dealers, save back on your teams
and underrestamate with these who do
you get the paper and then get of the street
ya'll remember, you'll never give the money and the dope to me
cause i wont give a shee to a nigga starvin
so we can fluss and blow weed hangin' with the warden
how many niggas on the quad who don't giva a fuck
Survivin struggls hiting licks out the hippieclub
I'm just a homie out the hood who did something
so why are you fronting
i'm in for ten years and i'll still wanted
you heard me homie!
or do you try to tell it to the dumdums
they call you niggas
and niggas try steel were they come from
i bring the front to all my homies out riding
help a homie get on his feet, and we'll all riding
sange, and fange in this game, but it's true
be sure that you'll respecting the power, and that's you
never forget the neighbourhood were it started
the ghette south eight is my hood and my hearts with the...

Chorus:
Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I can't get out of here
ghetto
nigga
ghetto
i can't get out of here

Willie D:
I represent the southeast, of southeast
millenium muthafucka and kay-doo were ya at
(one time) bring tha rockas
cause muthafuckas being talkin' for so long
but now i'm down with the innerface clik and it's on
give a fuck were you're from nigga
and kay-doo always represtentin
that nigga is a fact i've lived in it
now look at me, ya'll can't steel rabbit
for all ya'll niggas talking that shit, i'm still strapping
Will i strapp ya?
Niggas with all that hot capit
niggas packin' in fake and it ain't happning
will you think we're smacking
that yellow road is steady packing
the home of the ghetto slangin
and car jacking
nigga, i ain't acting
i was brought up in this bitch
from the O.P's and all down to the eastwike
even flat joe's and even the lingwood is all hood
for the Christ your all driving is all hood
The ghetto

Chorus:
Ghetto
Ghetto
i can't get out of here

Ice Cube:
I got give it up to my ghetto niggas
in the ghetto, bitch, looking forthem ghetto licks
geting ghetto rich
knowing that the steam in the book flip the gang
quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name
this ghetto slang is some shit thatcan beat collage,
you ain't fucking with this hustla with street knolledge
9 to 5
still fliping twenties on the side
try to get by the feints
i'm making dollars out of fifty cents
got the big body benz, with the wheels on it
a celuarphone with no bills on it
get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it
baby, leen on it, and i can put the kill on it
you gotot strap a nigga lie like a singer
puting your baby to sleep
and turn of your ring and you can catch me on banewick
looking sick in a six
and some schweiz on my wrist
now picture this
you got to blow, cause to many niggas out for mr. Jackson's dope
ya'll niggas got to go, to the ghetto

Chorus:
Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I can't get out of here
ghetto
nigga
ghetto
i can't get out of here

Willie D
Deathwall is the site
when the mic be light
as twice as shipp advice to my homies who write me in te pine
Now the sale is hell but kids keep sending me mail
with their laberty bell, so i can tell you about the half
and who got cow for riches, and sending bithces,
i'm making bitches
I remember when i just to get beat with extensioncars
and we slanged by to see were my house was
started stealing out of my mama's perce
now that she's gone
she lives thrue my songs
and it sure hurts
i couldn't have treated her worse then in the ghetto
and turn our womens into wideows
sick to see my homie that i ain't with, trade with, payed with, laughed with
dead in a casket.
to my pumps we can reach the top
but you got a chance to get of the pop
if you see your chance baby take it
i was the last mothafucka in the world who thoiught i would make it
but look at me now, a six on the beach in greeze
check from the muthafucka stretts of the ghetto

Chorus:
Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I can't get out of here
ghetto
nigga
ghetto
i can't get out of here

(feat. Willie D, Ice Cube & K.B.)

Scarface:
I dedicate this to my world doug strugglers
I hope metafy you with peace and all hustling
I'm busting, for ya'll niggas
Cause your my niggas on tha realer
beground these streets for stacking peeler
For the dealers, save back on your teams
and underrestamate with these who do
you get the paper and then get of the street
ya'll remember, you'll never give the money and the dope to me
cause i wont give a shee to a nigga starvin
so we can fluss and blow weed hangin' with the warden
how many niggas on the quad who don't giva a fuck
Survivin struggls hiting licks out the hippieclub
I'm just a homie out the hood who did something
so why are you fronting
i'm in for ten years and i'll still wanted
you heard me homie!
or do you try to tell it to the dumdums
they call you niggas
and niggas try steel were they come from
i bring the front to all my homies out riding
help a homie get on his feet, and we'll all riding
sange, and fange in this game, but it's true
be sure that you'll respecting the power, and that's you
never forget the neighbourhood were it started
the ghette south eight is my hood and my hearts with the...

Chorus:
Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I can't get out of here
ghetto
nigga
ghetto
i can't get out of here

Willie D:
I represent the southeast, of southeast
millenium muthafucka and kay-doo were ya at
(one time) bring tha rockas
cause muthafuckas being talkin' for so long
but now i'm down with the innerface clik and it's on
give a fuck were you're from nigga
and kay-doo always represtentin
that nigga is a fact i've lived in it
now look at me, ya'll can't steel rabbit
for all ya'll niggas talking that shit, i'm still strapping
Will i strapp ya?
Niggas with all that hot capit
niggas packin' in fake and it ain't happning
will you think we're smacking
that yellow road is steady packing
the home of the ghetto slangin
and car jacking
nigga, i ain't acting
i was brought up in this bitch
from the O.P's and all down to the eastwike
even flat joe's and even the lingwood is all hood
for the Christ your all driving is all hood
The ghetto

Chorus:
Ghetto
Ghetto
i can't get out of here

Ice Cube:
I got give it up to my ghetto niggas
in the ghetto, bitch, looking forthem ghetto licks
geting ghetto rich
knowing that the steam in the book flip the gang
quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name
this ghetto slang is some shit thatcan beat collage,
you ain't fucking with this hustla with street knolledge
9 to 5
still fliping twenties on the side
try to get by the feints
i'm making dollars out of fifty cents
got the big body benz, with the wheels on it
a celuarphone with no bills on it
get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it
baby, leen on it, and i can put the kill on it
you gotot strap a nigga lie like a singer
puting your baby to sleep
and turn of your ring and you can catch me on banewick
looking sick in a six
and some schweiz on my wrist
now picture this
you got to blow, cause to many niggas out for mr. Jackson's dope
ya'll niggas got to go, to the ghetto

Chorus:
Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I can't get out of here
ghetto
nigga
ghetto
i can't get out of here

Willie D
Deathwall is the site
when the mic be light
as twice as shipp advice to my homies who write me in te pine
Now the sale is hell but kids keep sending me mail
with their laberty bell, so i can tell you about the half
and who got cow for riches, and sending bithces,
i'm making bitches
I remember when i just to get beat with extensioncars
and we slanged by to see were my house was
started stealing out of my mama's perce
now that she's gone
she lives thrue my songs
and it sure hurts
i couldn't have treated her worse then in the ghetto
and turn our womens into wideows
sick to see my homie that i ain't with, trade with, payed with, laughed with
dead in a casket.
to my pumps we can reach the top
but you got a chance to get of the pop
if you see your chance baby take it
i was the last mothafucka in the world who thoiught i would make it
but look at me now, a six on the beach in greeze
check from the muthafucka stretts of the ghetto

Chorus:
Ghetto,
Ghetto.
I can't get out of here
ghetto
nigga
ghetto
i can't get out of here

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

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

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

[Verse 1: Common]
Memories on corners with the fours and the moors [pronounced foes and moes]
Walk to the store for the rose talking straightforward to
Got uncles that smoke it some put blow up they nose
To cope with they lows the wind is cold and it blows
In they socks and they souls holding they rolls
Corners leave souls opened and closed hoping for more
With nowhere to go rolling in droves
They shoot the wrong way cause they ain't knowing they goal
The streets ain't safe cause they ain't knowing he code
By the fours I was told either focus or fold
Got cousins with flows hope they open some doors
So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls
Now I roll in a "Olds" with windows that don't roll
Down the roads where cars get broke in and stole
These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove
The world is cold the block is hot as a stove
On the corners

[Chorus: Kanye West]
I wish I could give ya this feeling
I wish I could give ya this feeling
On the corners, niggas robbing, killing, dying
Just to make a living (huh)

[The Last Poets]
We underrated, we educated
The corner was our time when times stood still
And gators and snakes gangs and yellow and pink
And colored blue profiles glorifying that

[Verse 2: Common]
Streetlights and deep nights cats trying to eat right
Riding no seat bikes with work to feed hypes
So they can keep sweet Nikes they head and they feet right
Desires of street life cars and weed types
It's hard to breath nights days are thief like
The beast roam the streets the police is Greeklike
Game at it's peak we speak and believe hype
Bang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right
Its steep life coming up where sheep like
Rappers and hooper's we strive to be like
G's with 3 stripes seeds that need light
Cheese and weaves tight needs and thieves strike
The corner where struggle and greed fight
We write songs about wrong cause it's hard to see right
Look to the sky hoping it will bleed light
Reality's and I heard that she bites
The corner

[Chorus]

[The Last Poets]
The corner was our magic, our music, our politics
Fires raised as tribal dancers and
War cries that broke out on different corners
Power to the people, black power, black is beautiful

[Verse 3: Common]
Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burger its
Cats with gold permanents move they bags as herbalist
The dirt isn't just fertile its people working and earning this
The curb-getters go where the cash flow and the current is
It's so hot that burn to live the furnace is
Where the money move and the determined live
We talk play lotto and buy German beers
It's so black packed with action that's affirmative
The corners

[Chorus]

[The Last Poets]
The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge
Our Taj Mahal, our monument,
Our testimonial to freedom, to peace and to love
Down on the corner

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Written By WEST, KANYE OMARI/LYNN, LONNIE RASHID/HASSAN, UMAR BIN
Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing

I spent my years isolated
Couldn't live with myself
I was trouble as a young kid
My tears didn't help
Very depressing and it was evident
I'd fade to the deep
All alone like these four walls came at me
Barracaded cause my mind state
I just wanted to die
Never happiness
Just sad time living a lie
Rater leave me
I was suicidal
Slittin' my wrist
Mamma thinking I was crazy
Like use some sense
And on them days I was feeling
I was paining inside
It wasn't me
It was my inner feeling coming alive
I remember waking up like I was going to school
Left me standing in the hospital
Locked in this room
Put away
I was a troubled kid losing my mind
Fallin' short
Of what they expected from me everytime
So don't fault me if you meet me
And I look to be strange
I'm just mad that the sunshine dies in the rain

(Chorus)
Sunshine to the rain
When it comes it goes again
Even when the story ends
Just turn the page and begin again
Sunshine on cloudy days
Don't hate me I'll never change
Thankful I was made this way
Your sunshine for cloudy days

Now I was raised in a neighborhood
With half of a dime
If you was real it was understood
It showed in your eyes
Every corner had a different hustle
Sprawled on your face
Drug wars
Growin' up raw cause violence the case
.... had to move along
Quiet it's kept
Spoken words got you dealt with
So ride with yourself
I'm a juvenile
They telling me get down for they wealth
No getting high
Cause when you gettin' high
You needing some help
As far as help
Mine was middle though
You know how that go
Psychologically
I deal with demons talkin' in codes
Hopefully, I'll get to meet Jesus
Somewhere on this road
Sick of hearing people screaming in my head saying no
Better of if I was dead
Cause they killing me slow
All in all it's just a part of my life
Watching the show
Ain't nothing never came to niggaz sleep
Except for a dream
It's like a movie with the ending credits etched in the screen

(Chorus)

I prayed my last days of sunshine
Just die in the rain
Kinda selfish
But I know that dying
Eases the pain
Heartfelt words
Spoken hurt
Provided the frame
For the picture I done painted for the master to explain
So I leave behind my testimony
Witness to give
Far from holy
But this matrimony provided the script
To live on
And live by
Grow up and grow on
Get on and get by
So forth and so on
And this here's the last days
I can hear the horns singin'
I can see the red sky
I can hear the drum beating
I seen the dead die
How long will they mourn Jesus
At least I'm saved by my scriptural warn readings
And while leaving you here
Believe what you believe in
But you don't want to not believe
Believe in seeing
Don't take this here too personal
Cause I'm just speaking
This is my family on my mind

(Chorus)

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

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

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..

* Repeat (x3)

Suicide

(*talking*)
That's a set back, you know I'm saying man
Lil' Red, way back in the motherfucking cut man
Nigga was like shit nigga, I was like what come on man

[Scarface]
Street lights are glowing, everyday's another struggle
And moving slowly in silence, steady making sho' my hustle
Is air tight, these city streets is hectic gotta get it here
Tomorrow ain't a promise to me, so I don't live in fear
I work until I touch it, stack it until I need it
I spend it on what I want, re-up and that's when I bleed it
The soldier could never see me, as being some'ing that's lesser
A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered without a question
Product of my surroundings, click it clack it and and down him
All they know is he missing, but niggaz ain't never found him
I'm sorry but still in yet, I don't live it on regrets
I'm a motherfucking killer, for realer this ain't a threat
I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live your life
And never when niggaz might, hit you under city lights
So get it right (never know)
You never know when niggaz might, hit you under city lights get it right

[Hook - 2x]
Lord forgive me, cause I know I ain't living right
Still I gotta make some'ing happen, under them street lights
But pay attention, let me show you what my life like
You can get your days cut short, under them street lights

[Yung Redd]
Them folks got me under the scope, cause I ain't living right
Still I ain't the one to provoke, dog you get it right
20 inch shoes when I cruise, under them city lights
Careful with the road I choose, cause you can lose your life
I'm praying and hoping, I never get caught in the moment
Shot from a glock, that's smoking from not scoping
When a nigga told me, you don't work you don't eat
So I'm slanging thangs for cheap, where the streets lights meet
And my pop, was a rolling stone
15 I was grown, 16 I was holding my own
Is it wrong to sell you a dream, or sell you a zone
A long way from home, on this road I roam
Still I'm po'ing the liquor, for niggaz who ain't with us
Ery'body ain't a gangsta, every nigga ain't a killa
Naw but them laws, couldn't tell ya the difference
So pay attention, or find yourself locked in prison this ain't living man

[Hook - 2x]

[Lil Ron]
Years have passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic
Two days ago, my homegirl got blasted
That's tragic, happened right on my block
I'm feeling paranoid, laws might run in my spot
So I'm living low key, and them folks don't know me
Slowly I ride through the city, stack mo' cheese
Then I slide out, to the hideout and smoke on
Haters watching, my chest is froze like a snow-cone
But hold on, trash talking ain't my game
Rather pimp me a dame, or switch lanes in a Range
Peep this it ain't a secret, them laws ain't right
They like to catch a late night, living the life
That's why I'm on top of my game, always thinking twice
Don't get it twisted, I still got a mean right
But most of the time, my nigga I'm on chill
It's real in the field, it's easy to get killed

[Hook - 2x]

(Chorus)
Pimpin' hoes slammin' Cadillac doors
Shawty understand this is how we roll
Parkin lot pimpin' on fo's
VA to H Town yeah you already know
Choppin' on blades so amazing
Look at them boys teeth thats crazy
The lean in the weed got us lazy
Yellow boppers is boppin' but you already know

Straight out the south with my nuts in my hand
Its the Swisha House the Third Coast the state of Texas thats my land
Whos the man thats in demand
Its Paul Wall baby yeah thats me
I put it down on that gulf bank but now i reside on that south beach
And im hustlin on the grind 72
Hours straight
No time to eat or sleep im slangin' licks and that just won't wait
Im campaignin for a new Benz
On the rims with bubble lenz
Im stackin' every dollar i see 100s 50s 20s and 10s
Doors open doors close never sweat hoes playas get yo's
Hustle and flow cars clothes thats the playa like that i know
Roll the dank up where the dro?
Pour the drank up where the fo's
Stackin money all on the low and we still ridin dirty

(Chorus)

Got a drop top on them rollerskates
Candy jolly rancher paint
Enjoyin the spoils of hard work and grind more tryin to get bank
I dont know what them boys thinkin my motivation is benjamin franklin
Im tryin to maintain this wealth that i been calculatin
Gettin money thats all i know
On my toes never off my note
Woodgrain and hundred spokes i wave the trunk just like a pro


I grind its off to work i go I hustle hard its no stop
And if i flop i switch to hustle
I learned the game then set up shop
Im strivin' to make it to the top
Its all or nothin no turnin back
Im with them boys out on the block
Accumulating them paper stacks
Im makin money this where its at
Whatever it takes crack or jack
In love with my money and thats a fact
And we STILL RIDIN' DIRTY

(Chorus)

(Paul Wall Talking)
Right now we got the 5th wheel reclinin
Trunk popped up screens fallin from the sky
Candy paint sprayed by eddie and im ridin on that glassy chrome
all courtesy of my hustle game

Real hustlin's in my blood line
I dont complain or whine
I just get on my grind puttin in work overtime
I learned over time any hustle or any grind whatever it takes to make a dime I keep that paper on my mind
I was born blind but now i see that road to riches
Its a long road full of hurdles potholes and ditches
Norv Freeman taught me keep it movin when you take a loss
And Chad Butler taught me keep it trill at all costs
I peep game from the best and since then i been playin chess
I put in work with no rest
To get that paper thats my quest
Im on the slow grind towards success
One of the best 'cause i keep it fresh
Im one hundred isnt nothin less
And im STILL RIDIN' DIRTY

(Chorus)

This a wake up
[ 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
Keep your eyes on me baby

Meanwhile, on the southside of town

Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside

Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside

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 MIA, 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

Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside

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 sumthin' 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

Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside

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

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 till I die
ATL, what the hell, you know Atlanta be live
In between New Orleans, shit , we 'bout it and high
Come on

Meanwhile, on the southside of town

Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside

Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside

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 MIA, 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

Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside

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 sumthin' 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

Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside
Southside, the south, southside

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

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 till I die
ATL, what the hell, you know Atlanta be live
In between New Orleans, shit , we 'bout it and high
Come on

Alright let's ride

I spit my day right off a holiday broke and disgusted
With out enough money to buy food but I'm smoking so fuck it
Hit the school yard I would hard because I am larger then life
Close smokey eyes shining cause I am high as a kite fuck it
High school teachers I am a man of respect
South acres baby gangstas the man of respect
Fuck the school vice principal he shieved I'm leaving
Told my momma about my dope case and my momma believed him
Now my daddy got a problem with my edu-cation
So shy where the fuck mine let him know what they facin
Got the doctors who studied this but niggaz would doubt it
Probably take shrink at night time then you out of it (trust me)
I see the same thing flash change violent
And mother fuckers caught in that chain remain silent
So why you figure I've be standing here shaking
Because the devils is close to taking me but I can't face him (oooooh)
My soul is controlled by the blessings of god
Still scared to walk the first ground because the devil is in charge
Somebody help the lord soul find saviour
Cause I'm standing on the corner with a tech nine for the hole behaviour
They want to take me out the game like rider
But you youngstas better stop and peep game because my game wider
I send this out to thoose who thought that they cook
Cold as fuck when it came to the game and my game done
Southside south south side, south side south south side
south side south south side
South side south south side you know what I am saying

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

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[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