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from T.I. - No Mercy (2010)
[T.I. - Verse 1]
Ay say KT I remember bro standing out ten of uh Flip a bird split it up Antenna stickin' up For crooked cop patrollin' If the rad-doh rollin All the dough I'm throwin' Fuck a jail I ain't going tonight Quick to pull a 4-4 in the fight Under the street lights Rollin' the dice We was so enticed By niggas like slick money and ice We figure prison end should come with the light Along with losin' your life And there were no way we thought We'd go to jail for any case we caught For all the yay we bought Not a dime did we say we borrowed Bought damn near every pair of jeans at the mall Had our way with the broads Hit the rink but we ain't skatin' at all Seem like every other day we brawl That AK on call When I think about all we done It's amazing to see how far we come Remember [Mitchelle'L - Chorus] I remember walkin' Didn't have a dollar in my pocket Now I'm watching stocks like whats the options Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh How life's changed I remember hustlin' Tryin' to get these crooked cops off us Now I read about it in my office Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh How life's changed [T.I. - Verse 2] Ay say C-Roy Remember days we was slangin' the hard In a crib with no lights We used to stay in the dark Remember Captain Mac bonin' man They were retarded I don't know who kept us laughing the hardest Since our sacks was the largest Didn't take us long to corner the market I remember everyday was a party 15 16 with dreams of being cocaine bosses In pursuit of that We made so many terrible choices Like the time we made away with that Millennium From the dealership Before our day won we killin' em Late nights Gun fights High speed chases So close to the good life we taste it Damn the consequences pimp If it's a chance we take it First case a month in juvenile and get probation When I think about all we done It's amazing to see how far we come Remember [Mitchelle'L - Chorus] I remember walkin' Didn't have a dollar in my pocket Now I'm watching stocks like whats the options Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh How life's changed I remember hustlin' Tryin' to get these crooked cops off us Now I read about it in my office Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh How life's changed [Scarface - Verse 3] We started small time dope game Hustlin' that cocaine In the state traffickin' High feeling no pain Numb to the fact That we was poisoning our own kind I ain't give a fuck He gettin' his so I want mine Young and with that attitude Somebody finally gimme that I ain't give a fuck how I got it It was real as that So if I had to peel a cat Somebody was dead then Since I'm a killer That's the condition my head's in Can't work too hard to get my money I refuse to Slave for the next man a raise nigga fuck you These streets are 9 to 5 You want it we can get it for ya And even though they steady changin' This is still a hustle Still got them same rules Man I be the same game We'd even found some brand new money Still we maintain This ain't integrity We upheld in the street life Livin' the mother fuckin' dream Niggas singin' like... [Mitchelle'L - Chorus] I remember walkin' Didn't have a dollar in my pocket Now I'm watching stocks like whats the options Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh How life's changed I remember hustlin' Tryin' to get these crooked cops off us Now I read about it in my office Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh How life's changed |
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from Scarface - Dopeman Music (2010)
(feat. Big Mike, DMG & Yukmouth)
Verse 1: (DMG) You wonder why, I hang with these thugs Whut, I'm from the hood Nigga, I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck) It's in my blood Since I was little I been hangin' with these Niggas And till I die I gon remain with these Niggas St. Paul in The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin' I put it down yes Now Chris Rock were you at I heard you say some shit about some blacks Nigga, this been your ass back Come see the real deal Stay in the fields Nigga These Niggas will kill This ain't no cap-gun shots, Nigga This a Glock, pah, pah, It's death on your block Knock, knock Whut's up Nigga? These sirenes start singing It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin' It's stinkin', freakin' Bowlin' on the weekend Creepin, seekin' Me, till the currency Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks I'm dubble parked for the train Even your moms know my name I be the D into the M and the M into the G And I bring the B-O-M-B-? Nigga Chorus (Yukmouth) It's In My Blood Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds And fuckin wit these thugs, Nigga That's In My Blood You wonder why us niggas be hustelers And out there slingin' drugs, Nigga That's In My Blood That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug And make that Nigga bug, Nigga It's In My Blood Niggas like me turn Niggas like you into hustelers Fuckin wit us, fuckin wit us! Verse 2: (Yukmouth) It's in my veins Like a chain-reaction How it all happened Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80's Back in the day when shit was crackin' Niggas pay 38 for a package Tightly rappin' For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added That's where the A-raps headin' Even when I sleep they in cavage Lavage shit Do automatics with scopes under my mattress With the dope and the drugmoney, stuffin' that shit up under the rugmoney Thug hungry Takin' drugs only cause we love money I'm a Nigga, he's a Nigga, would you like to be a Nigga too Makin' big scrilla like these Niggas do You probably be a drugdealer too Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue Listen for clues In the kitchen bakin up Peruvian flake It takes 28 grams Multiplied by 36 zips to make A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake A hundred grams on the triple beam flake 2.2 pounds to be straight My Niggas just flew in from GA Ready to buy 4 kilos Then drive slow back to Youngstown Ohio So fuck these rhymes Let me stick my dick in your ear, and fuck with your mind Nigga Chorus Verse 3: (Big Mike) Niggas betray themselves as low key, broken down and fabricated Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded Ain't no wars cause they made it That type of bullshit is outdated But I played it like I laid it My partners have always said that It was set me up For life Money, clothes and hoes but road I chose was Nothin' nice Niggas know just what it's like to be hustelers Governors from strugglers Bitches lovin' us Blindly chasin' that life we lust I blush, bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams Goin' down and roll fast Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen Fried of me, huh Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see But part not I was blind to the point, not even I could see, or that I could be Obviously I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery Hit me with the type of mystery Lay it down like history With the intend of be myself and I Street desire, easila Piece of mind, I was least to find Some sassiness Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly And I was discontent With the shit that life once sent Government depend, now most of my time is spent Escapin' what I love It's in my blood Chorus x2 |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 9 - Welcome To The South (2009)
For the block boy, take it rough...
[Scarface] Everyday it's been the same old thang on my block Ya either workin or ya slangin cocaine on my block Ya had to hustle, cuz that's how we was raised on my block And ya stayed on ya hop until ya made you a knot On my block, to hangout was the thang back then And even when ya left out, ya came back in To my block, from Holloway, Belford, to Scotts Reed road the blocks, we load the spots Smoke weed and rocks, drink all the blue dots On yo' block you probably bred a Fat Pat or Tupac Or Big Pun, or B.I., ya homeboys from knee-high And even when it was stormin outside, that nigga'd be by That's me dawg, on my block, I ain't have to play the big shot Niggaz knew me back when I was stealin bell from Shamrock And my nickname was Creepy, if Black June could see me He'd be, trippin - and I'd bet he still try to tease me [Chorus] My block - where everything is everything fa sheezy My block - we probably done it all homey believe me My block - we made the impossible look easy, fa sheezy My block - I'd never leave my block, my niggaz need me [Scarface] On my block, we duck the nigga-haters and the cops Fuck a hotrod, we race Impalas, chromed-out On my block - it ain't no different than the next block Ya get drunk and pass out, and they back ya to the house And when you wake up on the couch you goin right back at it On my block when ya that fucked up they laugh at it On my block, it's just another day in the heart of the Southside of Houston Texas, makin ya mark On my block, we're cueing all the time, playin dominoes Keep the swishers sweet down until my mama goes back inside -- then we can fight Pass it around a few times to get high [Chorus] - 2X [Scarface] On my block, everybody business ain't ya business What's goin on in this house is stayin here, comprende? On my block, ya had to have that understanding Cuz if ya told Ms. Mattie, she went and told Gladys And once ya mama got it, it was all on the wire And when the word got back, the set yo' ass on fire On my block, we got some 'Nam vets shell-shocked Who never quite got right, now they inhale rocks On my block - it's like the world don't exist We stay confined to this small little section with dividends Oh my block, I wouldn't trade it for the world cuz I love these ghetto boys and girls born and raised, on my block... ... [Chorus] - 2X |
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from U.G.K. - Underground Kingz (2007)
(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) |
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from Scarface - One Hunid (2006)
(feat. Jay-Z)
C'mon Yeah Face Mob Uh huh, uh huh uh His name is Jigga Yeah What's happenin baby Wsup, wsup witcha? Tryin to get this loot Yeah Knowwhatimsayin? No doubt [S] So what's it gon' be? Women, whiskey, weed [J] Dope, coke, or all the guns you need, nigga [S] You could get them thangs for a lesser fee [J] Yeah and with the right amount of pressure, them thangs look free [S] I'm on my way now, desperate need of a lick indeed [J] Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need [S] My nigga for sheez [J] Right back at you, holla after you land we get it before you leave [S] Is you for sure? Them niggas out there still got cheese Cuz my niggas in the drop bounced back to slangin OZ's [J] Man them niggas rapin the town without breakin 'em down Them bastards makin a killin slangin half of buldings [S] For real man, I'm on my last nine thousand Aint got no money, I'm fightin cases with this ho money [Jay-Z] And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house [S] I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass Sittin at the exit row, by the do' [J] I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way I had the fo'fo' under the rug, weekend ago [S] Three hours, I landed in the city of dreams With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines Where the fuck is Jay-Z [J] God damn traffic is gettin on my nerve I see your face by the curb [S] Goddamn dog I been sittin here thirty minutes [J] You know these motherfucking cab drivers Like they own this motherfucker [S] Open the trunk [S] And then I'm thinkin, Jigga let's get this motherfucking cash nigga [J] Well if it's a money thing let's get this motherfucking money man [S] And then I said to Jigga, let's get this motherfucking cash nigga [J] I got a dope house scoped out [S] An escape route? [J] No doubt; let's hit the highway, load up, lock [S] Let's do this shit [J] Hold up, cops [S] Trippin, it's eight million stories in this naked motherfucker [J] Yeah, and ten million undercovers We gon' get this raw, we gon' kick in the door They got guns in the couch, they got shit in the floor [S] Niggas is gon' shit they drawers [J] They got a bitch at the door [S] Bullshit, heard that stupid shit before [Jay-Z] And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house [J] I hit the buzzer, Mita, Manny Let me up it's Joey motherfucker [S] Takin the steps up with only one thing on our mind Wipe this motherfucker clean, everybody gotta die [J] Up the steps, got closer The voices got louder, you hear it? Death's approaching we comin for that powder [S] Then I knocked four times, I hit the hoe wit clear polish Well she couldn't see shit, now what's it gonna be bitch? [someone getting hacked] |
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from Jon B - Stronger Everyday (2006)
(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] |
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from Scarface - My Homies Part 2 [2 Cd Set] (2006)
(feat. Trick Daddy)
[Trick Daddy] And the winner is, Trick Diesel Facemob My nigga Baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta [Chorus] You know me, 'T' double, you know I'm a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker [Trick Daddy] Went to a eight ball from a dime piece Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks Shit lookin' good but I think slammin' Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half Sellin' O's or betta clockin a fag Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin' they ass Gotta keep my bread in a safe place We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money Try nothin' funny and I don't buy dummies Every ounce betta bounce back And every brick that I break up It all betta flake up And when that shit hit the waters Shit go to ballin' That dope all betta fall in I bought coke back on 84 Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo And when I hit him I want to hurt him And on cutlass I wanna hit it They ass gon' feel it [Chorus] [Baby] Ay, ay, ay, ay It's the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin' rubber You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin' Ay, ay roll a lil somethin' Mmmm Hmmmm blow a lil somethin' I got them thangs for a lil nothin' If you got a lil money I'ma throw a lil somethin' Bump this nigga Mmmm Hmmmm fuck you nigga We aint from 'round here dumpin' on niggas But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigga Well let me get to my hustle (hustle) I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles) I got ki's in the muffler Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker [Chorus] [Scarface] Face mob, right back at ya With O's like cookies I flip like spatulas 99.9 of the time I'm on the grind Bricked up and breakin' em down I got to admit the dope game gravy 3 zippers balled up you bring back 80 You learn to swell you might see double Remember you can't sell bubble So here it is fool I play the game where its no rules Givin' you lessons from the old school You don't get high off your own supply And when a motherfucker cross you make sure he die Make the next man know he got to think about the payback This shit go deeper than me rapping or me say that Ask my nigga Trick Daddy, ask my nigga Baby Been like that since the early 80's [Chorus] |
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from Scarface - My Homies Part 2 [2 Cd Set] (2006)
...Scarface ad libs...
..."let me spit some game to ya"... [Verse 1] You gotta war on drugs well every other day a nigga dies you showed yours, now let me show you mine bring the six o'clock news and let me walk 'em in my shoes through what you call the inner city and what I call the blues I'm broke here, and I ain't wainting on a call from a resturaunt to bust tables when Petie's got a job making 35 a week and all he do is run the streets this nigga always caked up chromed out and draped up constantly telling me we need to get this paper I'm getting skinny and it's he who get my weight up straight up and plus I'm tired of missing meals so I paid the man a visit... [Petie] "What's the goddamn deal? It's good to see you dog I thought you might've choked up respect and money, well I can get you both of 'em" [Face] ...I went inside, watching him break it down when he was finished he handed a nigga nine a nine milimeter, nine zips said if I sold each one for nine, I'd have grip I hesitated, I ain't never sold a stone I done seen it fuck the hood up plus all my niggaz gone and they ain't never coming out so with that in consideration I took the package and bounced I'm headed home, dazing out in a zone eyes on my luggage, I'm abouts to get it on get to the house, spread it all on the couch getting this bank what it's about [Hook] That's how a nigga made they got a nigga paid I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave Get money everyday it ain't no other way that's how it is until they put me in a grave [Verse 2] I'm in the living room looking at the news got a razor and some zipper baggies about to do the fool cutting hundred dollar slabs wholesaling niggaz halves getting money like a muthafucka serivng niggaz bags got the blocks all blowed up the whole hood smoking got a pistol I ain't shot yet so dude's wide open for it I'm just a youngster, I ain't done it, but I will 'cause I was taught you got to get it so I get it how I live Finna get my ma a crib, she ain't working so I'm forced to win the bread for the household 'cause dad was no support often in and out of court, caught a case out of town got a body on his conscience, but nobody made a sound he was going through the motions he gonna probably beat the case still I get down on my knees and beg the Lord to let him raise get up and get my workers out supply 'em with the goods give instructions to the goons to come up out the hood I ain't gotta pay the fronters so I'm finally finna raise 'cause the bottom line is this homie you gotta get paid [Hook] That's how a nigga made they got a nigga paid I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave Get money everyday it ain't no other way that's how it is until they put me in a grave I never learned a trade I fuck with chess and spades the only other game a nigga learned to play was working hopping yay 'cause kissing ass was gay I'm on my business, I want money like I'm jade [Verse 3] I'm the nigga in the hood these little homies wanna be like I got when shit was good but now-a-days off in this street life these niggaz switch it on you quick to put you in the crosses now he standing in your crib and got a pistol in your mouth that's your muthafuckin' boy he popped you and popped your broad now he headed to the closet and he about to take it all so watch your muthafuckin' friends 'cause them the ones that sell you out ain't no future in being loyal when niggaz see you want the top jealous hearted muthafuckas always quick to say you hating I don't want another homie dog he swallowed that and chased it you can make it like I made it I think it's best you do it dolo (solo) that way niggaz can't say shit about you when talking to the po-po oh yo, you know that dude that fronted me my come up I caught him coming out the neighborhood and had him done up that's why I'm skeptic when it comes to different faces 'cause I know I got it coming but 'til then, I'll get my bank, shit [more ad libs] ..."fuck you think this is?"... ..."more food for thought"... ..."that's how this shit go muthafucka been foolin' you, fuckin' with you all your muthafucking life and he the muthafucka talking to the people you know...get that nigga ass outta here"... ..."I ride by my muthafucking self"... ..."look for me"... |
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from Scarface - My Homies Part 2 [2 Cd Set] (2006)
[Z-Ro]
"King of Da Ghetto," whassup 'Face, big homey I greet the Father on my knees, with a bowed head and humbled heart My conversation is have mercy on me please I just wanna be happy will it come to pass Fresh out of my mind, been 27 years and every day I've seen is sad Even though I've tried 'til I've cried I can't even stand Feels like I've died a thousand times but just can't make it man Ain't nuttin different about me doin dirt Except I've never crept up on a come up maybe that's why the hustlin hurts I remember just like it was yesterday I'm 16 Can't find no love can't find no peace I wonder what it means Could it be because I didn't choose the devil all the time I became an outcast to the hood, restricted to my rhyme Where I could not just live my life without my talent makin danger Jealousy is now state jail from friends that turned to strangers They hate me, I don't understand why I swear I never seen a man cry, 'til it was my own eye [Z-Ro] I'm 21 and think I finally got a grip on life And how bills pay the apartment, a step-son and a step-wife But without a vehicle it's kinda hard to get around If I got weed I ride for free if not my partners let me down So now I'm livin to be one deep so much I'm hatin people Lookin at everybody, even babies like they Satan people Nobody understand me, everybody's trippin with me Wonder why when I gotta ride when none of my people flippin with me Too many haters tryin to take a player off his game Not tryin to be ballerific, I'm just tryin to have some thangs They're just like crabs in a bucket, these people pull me down If I didn't have so many obstacles think where I could be now On MTV or BET or in some magazine Instead I'm stressin, hooked on codeine, headed to tragedy Sometimes I think it's better just to die Because I never seen a man cry, 'til it was my own eye [Z-Ro] (What's happenin now) In the year two thousand (six) ain't nothin changed for Ro 12 albums strong, lookin for dough and yet I'm still po' Now I done had and I done lost and I done had again On the verge of suicide, I deeply wish I had a friend But even still a good samaritan is Z-Ro's way And with that Christian attitude I caught a homeboy case I done took too many blows, a punchin bag is how I feel The deep depression starts to set, sanity's outta here I start my mission tryin to find my fate CDC #4 in name I'm feelin oh-so-helpless in this place I want revenge it's heavy on my mind but ain't central Say don't fight evil with evil, try to relax and do yo' time I heard a voice say there wasn't no need in actin up Realized I wasn't at peace with God and had to patch it up Hopin that blessings fall out of the sky Z-Ro ain't never seen a man cry until it was his own eye |
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from Scarface - My Homies Part 2 [2 Cd Set] (2006)
[Intro: Scarface talking]
Oooohh, yo Vice drop this heat dog, ugh Hit the bass line, yo Vice what you're doin' man Straight up, ugh [Verse 1: Scarface] I'm too deep to quit, and too strick to fold And you need to split nigga G into code Come on, these years to teach, homey speak to know it Bodybag what we're talkin' about, you weak, you row The game is overcrowded so we fight for space Neighbourhood show the hustle, still we grind to win Tryin' to find a way, to come up on 2 pounds of yay And double up it, ain't never happened touch it A lot of niggaz focued on they candy paints And that was in the grills, steering wheels and grand But I ain't trippin' out here, flippin' I just need to thank Money miny, yo all the mission tryin' to steal me bank Ride and homicides we get it, fuck it, peepin' in horn Killin' all these pussy niggaz think they keepin' in God Pistol cocked on the block and all they fearin' is death Then again nigga, roaddog you feelin' me yet So if I die, I'm tryin' to get it mamma, barely deed And pray to God that he kept this spot hell me Sad as fuck, what the nigga stuck down the raw Bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup Here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule And if live like the gold fiend then you'd do what they do I'm on my own limits sold buck words All alone in the ghetto, deep in weed, sweat in Jelly Nose Worrey eyes, you either do it or you die Crimin' in flood, ridin' your blood, cause this is your life... [Chorus: Johnny P] Our golden law, now foes or friends I'm on my own, no hoes, no ends I been smillin' but I can't innovate I feel that hurt but I can't explain it I have been around with a player or two And still ??Hurricane can be, ?? ?? loose when you pumped the face Real nigga blues and it hold your aims You're bold or fold no in betweens Console your seems don't blow your creams Also don't you loose your dreams This is my life, this is my life [Verse 2: Willie D] I just got word: my uncle done died But ain't no tears on my face cause I done already cried I been here before, dead to me is not new My heart safe it, mamma don't, cops too I got my best to get my purpose to the Lord But sometimes this shit be fuckin' with me hard And I'm heartless, I'm a kid again Lookin' out my window watchin' niggaz get murdered In college worked the parties, step with??, drink ?? Just to get through the night Go to school only the anchor stomach givin' you fight Cause sure there were fights and I was bustin' like a the sun bitch The smartest nigga on the block live in ??kick The convicts with worry ?? hard to ?? to the tails Searchin' for heaven and livin' in hell They say I'm wrong for teaches this on Fuck what you believe, can't heal by myself That's the way I'm livin', this is my life [Chorus: Johnny P] Our golden law, now foes or friends I'm on my own, no hoes, no ends I been smillin' but I can't innovate I feel that hurt but I can't explain it I have been around with a player or two And still ??Hurricane can be, ?? ?? loose when you pumped the face Real nigga blues and it hold your aims You're bold or fold no in betweens Console your seems don't blow your creams Also don't you loose your dreams This is my life, this is my life [Verse 3: Bushwick Bill] I only got one eye but I see things ever so clear Been acquainted with death but I never know fear I still roll to spots, cats scared to go there If it's a heaven for a G, if not, prepare to go there I live for today and not promise tommorrow Smoke weed and set lead and try to dry my sorrows In this game of life ain't no rules to follow And if I come to lie for them it's a hard heal to swallow I'm still the smallest cat with the biggest rep in H-Town Stress in my life is gettin' hard to take down Havin' visions of cats rollin' in my weight now It feels like I'm about to have a nervous break down It takes a big man to share this pride Tryin' to get my soul right and put the brain inside Y'all niggaz are so scared to ride They got it from Still I alive to Why I Feel So bad inside This is my life.... [Chorus: Johnny P] Our golden law, now foes or friends I'm on my own, no hoes, no ends I been smillin' but I can't innovate I feel that hurt but I can't explain it I have been around with a player or two And still ??Hurricane can be, ?? ?? loose when you pumped the face Real nigga blues and it hold your aims You're bold or fold no in betweens Console your seems don't blow your creams Also don't you loose your dreams This is my life, this is my life |
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from Scarface - My Homies Part 2 [2 Cd Set] (2006)
[Scarface]
Niggaz forget about the streets but when they rap they songs They claim they tote the heat, they quick to clap they guns In interviews be braggin bout the crack they slung But when it's war, these cowards never blast, they run The fuck you think you foolin dog? I live this shit I know it when niggaz fake it - I live this shit You can front it all you want but when yo ass gets hot Then you can rest assured nigga - yo ass gets got I'm sayin that to say this - I can plot those hits I'm connected in every city on capo shit I ain't even gotta say these niggaz know my ties A nigga made, therefore whoever cross gon die Money changin motherfuckers, makin hoes grow nuts You a bad motherfucker, you don't give no fuck Let me snap you back to reality dude, shit's real You a target, niggaz in Houston want you killed Facemob until it's over, Southside the pipes Dirty Third in this bitch, J. Prince for life Dedicated to these niggaz live and breathe that shit Let the real niggaz shout it out, scream that shit [Chorus - Scarface] I never snitch, I never lie I'm not a bitch, I rather die Can't nothin change me, not even time I make the money, money don't make me a dime (x2) [Beanie Siegel] Facemob! Yeah B. Sieg baby, I'm back up in this bitch like what Fresh out the pen, once again I'm here to grab my nuts I am hell for real - you doubt it nigga? call my bluff Only respect men that's real, you coward rat-ass fucks Who raised you niggaz? Yo father probably hate yo guts Mad he didn't double up, and that Lifestyle bust Ya lifestyle fucked, ya duckin, every corner tryna clap at you Plus fuck ya mother, the bitch ain't shit for havin you What? If you don't like what I'm sayin, fuck ya attitude Same lame probably showed these rap niggaz gratitude Huh, happy they ain't snitch on you Must I remind yo monkey ass what a bitch might do? They act like they got yo back to infiltrate yo rest Then have you talkin +Through The Wire+ like Kanye West To all my real niggaz trapped homey, mind yo tongues Cuz these cowards comin home after firin they ones (?) I never snitch [Chorus x2] [The Game] Snitch niggaz, bitch niggaz, they all the same face No matter what hole you crawl in, nigga you ain't safe All you niggaz is rats, nicknamed Jake Sam, Curtis or Alpo belong in the same place A penitentary cell block gettin gang raped Coward motherfucker, now tell me how my name taste I leave you bleedin like ya period came late Red bandana on, call that my Game Face Niggaz come in all shapes Some snitches wear Reeboks, some wear Bathing Apes Sometimes they Crip niggaz, other times Piru And some snitch niggaz look just like you I promise to never snitch, like some of my homies G-Rock, B-Mase, and O.G. Tony Before I have the police run in ya house I kiss my son on the cheek and put the gun in my mouth, motherfuckers [Chorus to fade] |
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from Scarface - My Homies Part 2 [2 Cd Set] (2006)
[Scarface]
Niggaz forget about the streets but when they rap they songs They claim they tote the heat, they quick to clap they guns In interviews be braggin bout the crack they slung But when it's war, these cowards never blast, they run The fuck you think you foolin dog? I live this shit I know it when niggaz fake it - I live this shit You can front it all you want but when yo ass gets hot Then you can rest assured nigga - yo ass gets got I'm sayin that to say this - I can plot those hits I'm connected in every city on capo shit I ain't even gotta say these niggaz know my ties A nigga made, therefore whoever cross gon die Money changin motherfuckers, makin hoes grow nuts You a bad motherfucker, you don't give no fuck Let me snap you back to reality dude, shit's real You a target, niggaz in Houston want you killed Facemob until it's over, Southside the pipes Dirty Third in this bitch, J. Prince for life Dedicated to these niggaz live and breathe that shit Let the real niggaz shout it out, scream that shit [Chorus - Scarface] I never snitch, I never lie I'm not a bitch, I rather die Can't nothin change me, not even time I make the money, money don't make me a dime (x2) [Beanie Siegel] Facemob! Yeah B. Sieg baby, I'm back up in this bitch like what Fresh out the pen, once again I'm here to grab my nuts I am hell for real - you doubt it nigga? call my bluff Only respect men that's real, you coward rat-ass fucks Who raised you niggaz? Yo father probably hate yo guts Mad he didn't double up, and that Lifestyle bust Ya lifestyle fucked, ya duckin, every corner tryna clap at you Plus fuck ya mother, the bitch ain't shit for havin you What? If you don't like what I'm sayin, fuck ya attitude Same lame probably showed these rap niggaz gratitude Huh, happy they ain't snitch on you Must I remind yo monkey ass what a bitch might do? They act like they got yo back to infiltrate yo rest Then have you talkin +Through The Wire+ like Kanye West To all my real niggaz trapped homey, mind yo tongues Cuz these cowards comin home after firin they ones (?) I never snitch [Chorus x2] [The Game] Snitch niggaz, bitch niggaz, they all the same face No matter what hole you crawl in, nigga you ain't safe All you niggaz is rats, nicknamed Jake Sam, Curtis or Alpo belong in the same place A penitentary cell block gettin gang raped Coward motherfucker, now tell me how my name taste I leave you bleedin like ya period came late Red bandana on, call that my Game Face Niggaz come in all shapes Some snitches wear Reeboks, some wear Bathing Apes Sometimes they Crip niggaz, other times Piru And some snitch niggaz look just like you I promise to never snitch, like some of my homies G-Rock, B-Mase, and O.G. Tony Before I have the police run in ya house I kiss my son on the cheek and put the gun in my mouth, motherfuckers [Chorus to fade] |
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from Scarface - My Homies Part 2 [2 Cd Set] (2006)
[Intro]
Playa.. Face Mob got fiyah! (Squab, wit de bumba claat, wanna run up on me) [Chorus] Pass the itchy to the lefthand side Fuckin wit me fi sho' the niggy gon' die Don't miss ya water 'til ya well run dry Pass the itchy to the lefthand side [Scarface] See now slang don't stop, my game come cocked Scarface back at'cha fin' to lock down your block Easy now lil' homey you don't wanna start static Cause you know I come equipped I got niggaz with automatics And these niggaz they keep they game face on Have your momma singin the same ol' song Of how you lived so fast and you died, so wrong But since you ready to ride then come on Gangsta, live it breathe it and shit it Makin for motherfuckin sure you don't forget it I'm a Southside rider, anybody killer Guarantee ya don't wanna fuck with this nigga Now, who wanna test me then come on come test Fuckin with me nigga you fuckin with the best Grab ahold to the tec, put a hole in your chest Grab your ass by the neck then lay your soul to rest [Chorus] - 2X [Scarface] I been be's on a nigga, put these on a nigga Squeeze on a nigga, now ease on nigga 'Fore you get peed on nigga, you know what I'm about I'm a nigga from the ghetto, comin straight out the South Keep my name out your mouth, 'fore I pop up at your house Put a bullet in your spouse and set a flame and bounce I'm the wrong nigga to deal with, cause I be on some real shit Worst one to play with, so careful what you say bitch Y'all be on some gay shit, my heart pump the G shit Don't start shit won't be shit, cause I'll expose your weakness With a gun at the playground, makin niggaz lay down And your ass like stay down, the fuck you gotta say now? Niggaz is silent when the pistol's in they face And the barrel's in they teeth and they breathin the oily taste And the reaper's standin over ya heavin can hardly wait For the heathen to squeeze it and leave you leanin on the gates [Chorus] - 2X |
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from Scarface - My Homies Part 2 [2 Cd Set] (2006)
[Verse 1 - Scarface]
I use to watch you on stage gettin'money, lookin lovely got these niggaz offerin they pockets tippin you twenties 'cause you cold with that shit that you do...ya mood shocked me unlike these other hoes in ya crew you don't jock me I'd like to get ya phone number just to see what you about call you for breakfast to get you out and see if you just some eyes without a face let me see ya crib - take me to ya place I wanna show you that it's mo'to me then fuckin on my mind 'cause in yo mind I bet you fuckin all the time come to find you only out tryin to go to school and tryna go to school and pay bills is hard to do I see you fool so go on and do ya thing but when you tired of showin ya titties give me a ring I like a woman gettin hers cause that's better then her tryna come up off mine I can't let her [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke Go on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke(Repeat 4x) [Verse 2 - Z-Ro] Go on and let a nigga peak, go on and let a nigga poke give me some assistance as I manuver my long stroke I hope you don't think I'm payin'for it that's the wrong hope 'Cause I know you wanna be Z'Rollin over chrome spokes bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was to get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug and to get ran through until you get carpet burns off the rug and to get nutted on by nine niggaz with diamond grills and guns and how you got on my microphone and sung a sixteen ya performance deserves a grammy check out my big screen most bitches don't know but you know what suckin a dick mean yeah the head was fed but what up with that in them jeans I can see the pussy (?)lookin like a big bee make ya cycle start early my shovel be diggin deep I don't wanna relationship, I just want me some relations go on and let a nigga poke hoe, and stop shuckin with my patience [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke Go on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke(Repeat 4x) [Verse 3 - Pimp C] Bitch get down on me at the drop of a dime fuck all that R & B singin shit I ain't got the time I'd rather bust yo'ass up with some screwed and chopped let me test ya jaws and let me stretch out ya cotton I'm still Pimp C bitch, the name ain't changed puttin stick up in these hoes don't remember they name 'cause we tired of playin games with them booty lickers 'cause we jumped up in ya life, cause I'm a true dirt digger so go on hit the streets, break them lame tricks then bring it back to daddy that's how you can get this dick I need the cash first - and the ass last and we can blow dro in the Benz while I smash on the gas so let a nigga pimp, and let a nigga mack and later on tonight you can get hit up in ya back...and get ya money back but when I make ya pussy skeet bitch you gon'buy me a 'Lac [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke Go on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke(Repeat 4x) [Verse 4 - Juvenile] I ain't tryna talk a hole in yo head but I can tell you didn't excel what them hoes done said starrin at my neck and my wrist 'cause my shit is frozen red and I look like a easy hustler so go ahead ya leavin the same way ya met me you gon'be grievin if you sex me, while I'm schemin on the next piece I'll poke ya cookie I don't give a fuck who know this who up in the area that aknowledge what a hoe is all my warriors is lovin my rep how I took it to the world from the project steps playin touch with my broad like my children and it ain't like back in the days when we ducked behind buildings I be a threat to tell a broad what I'm feeling especially if she poor and she need to be gettin no bullshittin she ever fix her mouth for some money it's good with me I ain't the one what you need is a stool pigeon [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke Go on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke(Repeat 4x) [Verse 5 - Petey Pablo] If you think I'm a treat a bitch with high price drawls any differance then the way I treat the grandma's on how many ways is there to say that you terribly wrong would you understand me better if I just said "naw" fuck what another motherfucker told y'all that's tipical talk when they dick hard they just wanna little pussy mama that's all it's like fourth down, two yards fuck it they goin for it how am I payin'for it?, and how much you charge for it? it ain't about being a whore that's what it's made for get ya paper baby fuck what the world say get ya bills paid....okay! [Chorus - Bun B Sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke Go on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke [Petey Pablo talking] |
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from Scarface - My Homies Part 2 [2 Cd Set] (2006)
[Lil' Flip]
Uh uhh, Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip) I'm hoppin out in a Fendi suit, I got DVD's in my Bentley Coupe I got hoes that's 22; they buy me clothes and tennis shoes I'm so throwed when it come to hoes Before I get they phone number they come outta they clothes I might take 'em to Pappadeaux's, but only if she a proper hoe I got a 'llac (what kind) a Cadillac Escalade I'm wearin Jordans (which ones) the very first ones made I got a watch (what kind) a iced-out Cartier I got a Roley but that's somethin that I hardly wear I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest freestyle ever Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar [Chorus] Who you drive, platinum cars, who you pull, platinum stars Do you write, platinum bars, platinum teeth, inside your jaws Diamond gon' rock my platinum wrist, platinum toilet to take a ish Gold is gold, and platinum is happenin so, wodie watch this [Chamillionaire] Yeahh, aiy It's Koopa Got a greenback, stack in my palm I come in a Yukon black with alarm Ice on the arm and a plat-i-num charm And you pro'lly had a thought about jackin it - naw! Of course you didn't nigga the force is hittin Behind the throwback I show that the boys is trippin Beam me up Scotty, yeah the force'll lift him Top on the drop yeah of course it's missin ... Don't want her man to know That I'ma hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe back to her man befo', he even have to know A weddin ring - ain't somethin I'ma hand a hoe Do money grow on trees? Nigga the answer's no I treat G's like seeds, get a grand to grow Car lookin like the zoo in a candy sto' Alligator on the flo' with a candy do' Can't stand me no, cause I'm havin dough I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow You ain't gettin paper what you up in the game for? Gettin paper now, couldn't be a complainer Trunk lift up at a acute angle Isoceles triangle pokin outta my swanger Chain cost me 10 G's Independent, no label could pimp me So it really ain't a thing you could get free Unless you tryin to get them chains off of Pimp C We, jammin U.G.K. you see the jewelry, ay Cover your eyes it'll blind like a UV ray Stay throwed in the game, holdin the grain (yeah) Ice and the white gold in my chain Raisin my trunk and showin my bang Hoes on the swangs while the do's color change Nah I won't let the change go to my brain Respect better be somethin that you hopin to gain You gon' mess around and get choked wit'cha chain Now Flip, Bun and Chamillionaire controllin in the game [Chorus] [Bun B] U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings) Bitch I'm that King of the underground, and the Pope of Port Arthur Keep that fire heat on ya street, and the meat in your daughter Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover Just distrubute my pollution, keepin weight undercover My brother, now we back up on the block again I got them rocks again, and them blocks again, until the cops come in But see they better bring the SWAT my friend Because I promise that we not runnin Nigga we gon' be here all day, posted in this hallway Keep them cluckers comin in cause we gon' serve 'em all yay Them nickles and dimes and quarters; that powder the rock you a-boughta Mo' dope than we oughta, nigga we turnin your projects into The Carter Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers And the Texas boy'll automatically break you off somethin proper I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow I'm down with the Pimp and the Prince, from now ever since You don't like it you must be a hoe, so [Chorus] |
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from Scarface - My Homies Part 2 [2 Cd Set] (2006)
(*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] |
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from Scarface - My Homies Part 2 [2 Cd Set] (2006)
[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 ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WEST, KANYE OMARI/LYNN, LONNIE RASHID/HASSAN, UMAR BIN Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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from Scarface - My Homies Part 2 [2 Cd Set] (2006)
[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] |
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from Bun-B - Trill [Screwed & Chopped] (2005)
[Vocal Sample: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions]
Pushin' Keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin' [Intro: Bun talking over sample] Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers Baby I got to keep on pushin' [Bun B] Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow) They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know) I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf) Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire) Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire) Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real) Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey) Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me) I did the city thing plus I played it out of state Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin' [Scarface] I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold [Young Jeezy] Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma… Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA) You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA) U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA) You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN) G.A. niggaz you know they already… Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE) One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?) Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN) Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA) Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA) Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT) I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE) Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA) Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA) You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE) Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA) I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA) See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE) A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin' I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE) [Vocal sample and beat ride out til fade] |
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from Bun-B - Trill (2005)
[Vocal Sample: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions]
Pushin' Keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin' [Intro: Bun talking over sample] Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers Baby I got to keep on pushin' [Bun B] Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow) They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know) I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf) Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire) Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire) Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real) Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey) Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me) I did the city thing plus I played it out of state Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin' [Scarface] I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold [Young Jeezy] Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma… Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA) You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA) U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA) You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN) G.A. niggaz you know they already… Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE) One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?) Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN) Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA) Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA) Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT) I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE) Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA) Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA) You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE) Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA) I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA) See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE) A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin' I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE) [Vocal sample and beat ride out til fade] |
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from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005)
Intro:
[willie d of geto boys] Still going Yeah, here we go again We bout to roll on some motherfuckers G.b. rap-a-lot mafia Recognize the mob nigga All our motherfuckin' enemies goin dead together No exception, absolutely none Everybody dies, everybody Verse 1: [willie d] You ain't followin' the leader Less you follow with me It's willie d, motherfucker Eternally to say, That I'm a loud-mouth nigga with an attitude Intimidation, fuckin' with a man Never seen a badder dude I'm rather lude My condom sucked But I don't give a fuck Now nigga, nigga what Opposition so frightend that they vrim a shadow Hot sluts in the muggship creep without a paddle I'm ready willin', and able to pull a bullet in your navel If you got beef bring it to the table I'm unstabile, look in my eyes It's showin' death Fuck right, I go on livin' Wanna see a mil, before I'm killed Get a house on the hills if it's god's will Why niggas gotta cry an o.g Better motherfuckers die before me Bye, bye There's a better place for gangbangers I take you there I like the motherfuckin' stablesingers My itchy finger says fuck it and I squeeze the trigger Watchin' I be the one to splat this ho-ass nigga I ain't feelin' Chorus: [yukmouth of the luniz] In thugs we trust Thugs-r-us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us 5th ward die for us Ride for us Killa cali die for us In thugs we trust Thugs-r-us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us Cleveland die for us Ride for us Street port die for us Verse 2: [yukmouth] Ride for us, die for us With a .45 like drive and bust Hide and duck, fuck him up Live and stuffed When the blinds is up I'm on some mo' Grindin' though, switch it up Bust, we makin' that shit from one way 5 and up Time's up, playin' life with us Your wife get fucked and bucked, pay the price for us An other one bites the dust Feds don't frighten us Niggas doin' life for us Fuckin' die in us So the cops lyin' us We us use the bottom white stuff from the colombians Now the cia's supplyin' us The fbi is eyein' us Peruvian flake We buy it up When the droubt hit We highin' up The prices in life is this nicest On my rolex, turkey like dicess Cv devices, slide in a white six with like tits Spit that mafia life shit The crimeboss let nines off You niggas better be tearin' mines off Motherfucker ask willie d And scarface How that nigga yuk, buck 'em up Leave 'em in they car laced With bullet fragments all in they body Caught him the trafic That nigga plastic Be fuckin' fagets Chorus: [yukmouth] In thugs we trust Thugs-r-us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us Chi-town die for us Ride for us D.c. die for us In thugs we trust Thugs-r-us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us New orleans die for us Ride for us Detroit die for us Verse 3: [dmg of facemob] I got a chest full of drama Ruff rider, nigga Back off 'for I bomb ya Alarm ya Black knight in shinin' armor Fuck y'all niggas We rollin' like the car stolen Wide open, hoo-bangin' 2 things are on blastin' Traffic thick as a basket pop I don't blast this Fully automatic All up in ya Still I continue To serve niggas on the menu Feel up to vin you Geto boys sellin' it down Ain't real without a doubt You burn it out Movin' you niggas Provin' you niggas I ruin you niggas I'm cruisin you niggas Doin' you niggas, don't do niggas Who is you niggas Uh, they rifles Live bowl, take yo ass bush with 9 holes Side holes get switched these Bitch please It's g.b. from the wound till the tomb Eternally you see Chorus: [yukmouth] In thugs we trust Thugs-r-us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us Texas die for us Ride for us Minnesota die for us In thugs we trust Thugs-r-us Nigga get 'em up Hit 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us Ghetto mob die for us Ride for us St. louis die for us Verse 4: [caine of menace clan] The sun rises in the east And sets in the west But I'm down with that south, With an s on my chest It's that loced down key cocaine To bring the pain >from that menace to society Better known as caine It's that motherfuckin' thug shit I'm bustin' slugs shit Young and schoolboy I'm becomin' a drug dealer In the streets of that west I wouldn't settle for less Until I got my hands on that smiff and that wes Niggas try to swollow me It's all about survival, g Fuck these bitch niggas It's off some trouble, g I blow 'em in the wind And then I sell again I pack a 9 milli Cause that's my best friend Niggas, I done told ya Blow 'em up like dohja Your momma couldn't keep ya So I ain't tryin' to hold ya I'm a motherfuckin' menace Give me a life sentence Picture it ain't over Untill the nigga finish With that motherfuckin' thug shit Bustin' slugs shit I'm straight from the west Home of that crip and blood shit Where niggas die at day Niggas die at night Niggas die whenever It seems the time is right These soldiers play for keeps |
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from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005)
(scarface talkin')
(scarface & willie d) I got a partner who been gone but we [? ? ] And I ain't seen him since he's been gone imagine that A young nigga in the hood I grew up in Fightin a battle in the system that no one wins And all these niggas go for bad when they lose friends Gettin impossible to top all the loosed ends My homeboy lost his sista in a carry He's still alive but through her eyes he done saw her death And when he came he was violent And when he left she was silent (silent) No other way left to describin You tellin niggas keep they heads up you fool you When they killin niggas like they used to And ain't no muthafuckin body fightin back Pretty soon they gon be hangin blacks (why? ) Cause niggas won't react we're takin eye 4 an eye And a tomb for tomb do them bitches like they do us Cockin back and shoot (chorus #1) Lockin low standin at the end of the road Glocks explode you muthafuckas reap what you sow Lock the doors ain't nobody leavin alive At the end of the line we gotta die (chorus2) That's why we're takin eye 4 an eye And a tomb for tomb Do them bitches like they do us Cockin back and shoot Lockin low standin at the end of the road Rob and blew You ride 4 me I ride 4 you (verse 2) And when you pop them muthafuckas You pop them bitches till they stop bleed I'm coming through and my glock leaps And they stop breathin You tell his muthafuckin mama:'stop grievin' Cause we're not leavin Until she know how to feels to lose a loved one Muthafuck' a redneck race (fuck that nigga let's slug one nigga) Tied the bitch by his ankles to the back of a truck Rag his ass till his body parts whip to fuck up (chorus #1) (verse 3) That's why I'm keepin my peace of mind Poverty destruction to be destroy Everything that they'd touches Leavin niggas on crunches And the whole neighborhood in pain We bow our heads and continue to pray (chorus #1 + #2) (verse 4) You disrespect our community when you come around [? ? ] of black ministers to calm us down Bitch fuck peace and the police Until the bullshit cease it's a war in the belly of the beast A neck-turner-learner I keep my finger on the fuckin trigga I ain't scared like these other niggas Black life bein lost to you cannibal types While you're fightin over animal rights You cannibal wives And cavitate 'em like they did do And let em wroughtin the woods Leave em sittin over burnt food It's cold blooded Cause we can't get a fair shot We did in 20 years for dime rocks Three strikes and shit for niggas and the rod doles Not for the crack it's all for [? ? ] and I hope (I hope) But painfully we're all overcomin But ain't no muthafuckin singin You want drama we can bring it (willie d) Look i'ma say this shit one time and one time only We ain't against all white people But we are against all white people that's against us Fuck all you muthafuckas!! (verse 5 & chorus #1 + #2) Fuck the jail cells Fuck the [? maniac ass dogs? ] Fuck the chewing tobacco Fuck the confederate flag And fuck your militias Your shotguns in the back of your pickups! You cow-herdin, sheep-fuckin, horseback-ridin Berefoot-walkin, tractor-drivin, trailer-parkin Cousin-fuckin, nigga-jew-hatin Redneck racist (you muthafucka!!) You muthafuckas are unbelievable Y'all talkin all that shit about go back to africa You were'nt talkin all that shit when we was out there in them fields sweatin Pickin that cotton for y'all muthafuckin asses Re-feel this muthafucka We deserve just as much if not more Prosperity then you hoes do Angry white men Who the fuck you angry with You should be angry with your muthafuckin self Because we don't own corporate america Y'all do Corporated america is 70 % white male anglo saxon Y'all run the muthafuckin Y'all took the job lower these You wanna be bad at somebody Be mad at your goddamned self But if you wanna get it on we can get it on muthafucka Till the break of dawn you understand what I'm sayin You wanna race war We got it I ain't scared to you muthafuckas |
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from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005)
Intro:
[Willie D] Geto Boys (G.B.)'98 We gonna set this shit straight, belive that Don't you wish sometimes you can be free Free from incarceration Free from paying them bills Free to come and go when ya feel Most of all, free from them haters Verse 1: [Willie D] So many problems that exist in my world today When I'm deceased, I want my little baby girl to say That he was real He loved me with all his heart He loved mama too Even though they sometimes fought A young nigga in the ghetto With plenty of dreams Surrounded by the police And many of fiends At 13 started mobbin' 14 started robbin' It's hard to have morals and values When you're starvin' Abused, misused, and plus a bad dresser Nobody ever told me I was special I put a gang of tears in my mamma's eyes But she died Before I got a chance to apologize It hurts to see my baby sister feeling the pain It hurts to see my baby brother still in the game Ain't nothin' change but my finances I still be stressed All these motherfucking worries got a nigga depressed I'm just tired Every night, I pray to Jesus, rescue me >From the poverty, hate, racism and diseases So the lord said He prepared a place for me And when he do that I'ma be free, yeah Chorus: I want to be free No more player hater I gotta be free Verse 2: [Scarface] Now as I walk around in my drawers Outside smoking weed while I scratch my balls I'm reminsing on my homies who been lock tight Or got light Behind trying to feed their family one night It's not right Suppose you watch your mamma suffer Cause ain't another Her kids trying they off they ass It's gettin' rougher and tougher By all means nigga get your cream Stop storming what they calling this American dream And why you looking up for a role model You be your model Look who we follow Niggas forgot about the problem And single parent upbringings We doing bad on our ass Nigga fuck singing How you gonna tell me to keep it positive And growing up I didn't have a pop to give So these mother fucking streets is where I gots to live Fuck what you saying 'bout me I'm sittin'on a couple G's and smoking weed I'm free Chorus: I want to be free No more player hater I gotta be free I want to be free Gettin' tired of waitin' I gotta be free Verse 3: [Willie D] Nobody understands me but me It used to bother me at first But now my conscience is free I ask the lord to give me strength And bless the hood And keep these fake motherfuckers out my life for good Knock on wood I'm still here through all these trials and tribulations Tryin' to make it Shit, a lot of niggas couldn't take it My girls hate it When I go to clubs and stay out late She think I'm fucking around with hoes Gimme a break Get off my case Can I be committed to you And ride 'round without feelin' tied down Damn girl, I catch enough hell on the streets When I come home I want some tender lovin' and peace No one can take your place, you my ace I dig your jealously boo But sometimes I need my space I keep you laced Like you won the lottery see But God damn I gotta be free Chorus:(2x) I want to be free No more player hater I gotta be free I want to be free Gettin' tired of waitin' I gotta be free |
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from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005)
[ 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 |
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from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005)
[ 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 ] |
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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
All I have in this scar is balls (x6)
balls, right word (gunshot) balls, right word (don't fuck with me) balls, right word (gunshot) balls, right word (don't fuck with me) All I have in this scar.... (x10) If he needed the money he give em pow (x2) This town is like a great big pussy, just waitin' to get fucked (x4) Say hello to my little friend (x4) (tons of gunshots) All i have in this scar is balls (x6) Don't fuck with me (x4) (Gunshots) All I have in this scar is balls (until the song ends) |
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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
Geto Boys Geto Boys Geto Boys Geto Boys (Don't fuck with me) --> Tony Montana [ VERSE 1: Willie D ] As I walked through 5th Ward, I saw this man He was kind, but he was blind, I snatched his jewelry and ran I caught up with Face and said, "I think it's worth a grand" He smiled and he giggled and he shook my hand We tried to pawn it in time to go to the jam He said, "It's fake", and I said "What?", he said "I'm sorry", I said "Damn!" My mama threw me out, I called my sister a whore Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor It's been a week I didn't eat, I couldn't take it no more Saw my teacher Miss Elaine at the grocery store I waited by her car, she asked: "Why aren't you in school?" Put my gun up to her head and said, "Get in, you old fool" She offered her keys, cried and said, "Please!" She promised not to tell and give me A's and B's I said, "I want your money, grub, and all I can sell" I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell I knew she was a snitch, I beat her down with my gun Got happy with the trigger, now I'm on the run An assassin Geto Boys Geto Boys (Don't fuck with me) I'm an assassin [ VERSE 2: Scarface ] Now I'm just what you expected, a runner out on bail Hustlin is my job, and I'm paid well I'm used to makin money fast, beaucoup cash Try to beat me or cheat me, my boss is bossin your ass Once lived Sheila, yeah, I meant to kill her Her teeth was big and gappy, so we called her Godzilla She planned for a party, she said "Bring everybody" No jive, when we arrived we saw Dectective Ray McCarthy I started haul-assin, my Adidas came unfastened I fell and went to jail and came back as an assassin First I start wailin, my pockets started swellin Havin green is havin power, and you know what I was sellin Now Sheila was addicted, her face looked reflicted I caught her sellin ass, then and there I should've kicked it I drove up to her corner and gave her a grin Asked, "How much?", she said, "20", I said, "Bet", she got in I drove her to a place that was quiet and dark She said "yo, turn out the lights and found a place to park" Now I knew the girl was ready, she started gettin sweaty But all was in my head was 'kill that bitch like Freddy' I dug between the chair, and whipped out the machete She screamed, I sliced her up until her guts were like spaghetti A maniac, I stabbed the girl in her tits And to stop her nerves from jumpin I just cut her to bits An assassin [ VERSE 3: Bushwick Bill ] Her father was a priest, cold blooded he's dead Hypocrite, I caught him basin, so I shot him in the head Poured on the holy water, "Bless the dead" is what I said Then heard the demon screamin as his body bled Now I stole from the poor, lied on the man Dropped the dime, he's doin time and I don't give a damn We're not really greedy, we'll help the poor and needy We'll rock a show and clock some dough, then drink until we're pretty drunk on the freeway just the other day I saw a fine hitch-hiker, and I wanted to play I pulled off the road, so I could offer a ride She said "Thanks", I said "No thang," and she got inside Jivin as I was drivin, then I asked which direction She said, "5th Ward", I said "We're from the same section" Made it to her ave, she said out and said "Thanks" I said, "Yo babe, like won't you chill and have a couple of drinks? We went into my house, and I filled up her glass She drank and got drunk, that's when I got in that ass I banged it and banged it until my thang got sore I said "Honey...", she said "20", I said, "Get out, you fuckin whore!" She put on her clothes, headed for the door She said, "Welcome to the disease there is no cure for" Then she started runnin and almost got away With no clothes I gave chase, makin sure she'd pay Now she passed by my boy and I knew he was strapped Red pulled out his gun and shot the bitch in her back Bare butt-naked I headed for the car The massacre was from Texas, so I pulled out the chainsaw Cuttin and cuttin, he said "Bushwick, man, she's dead" On the news they found remains of just an arm and her head An assassin I'm an assassin (Don't) (Don't) (Don't fuck with me) We just was buggin, you know what I'm sayin? Ha-ha-ha (Haa-haaa!) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't fuck with me) |
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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
Verse one: bushwick bill
I told you size wasn't shit That's why I murdered your neices Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces Don't let 'em run Hurry up and catch 'em You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em Play pussy, get fucked Means you're better off dead I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick Dead heads and frog legs Mmm... cake mix! Friday the 13th The night of the living dead ? ? ? ? ? ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky All bodies found dead Fuck it, blame it on chuckie But this is child's play... motherfucka!!! Verse 2: Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree! Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me! When I murder, I tried to slack off Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off My name is chuckie, some say I'm insane You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain! Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back! A murder contest, You know I'll win it Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it I'm gettin hungry I need to be fed I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs! Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick! Half my body is chuckie The other half is bushwick A short nigga Always pumpin' some lead Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead What up Get up Sit up You get lit up A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up A 9, a uzi is my only utensils Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils You have the nerve to try to go against chuck? With fifty guns aimed at you How the fuck you gonna duck? Yo, When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay The graveyards are packed But it ain't nothin' but child's play Verse 3: You'd better murder me Put me to rest Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin With my head in a bird's chest Pissed off, The way I'm always soundin' Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im Some say I'm crazy Some say I'm on crack Before I die Cut off my leg and let me die in iraq A born loooser Some say I'm mindless If I get pissed off You leave naked and spineless Worse than charles manson Never havin' a equal Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people When I woke up they had me chained to the floor When they told me what I did I killed 300 more Yo You wanna rumble? Then go get your war hat I went to jail for assault with a carjack I might be small But my nuts are big The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act And if they ain't actin' right They dyin' tonight! So, uh Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em I send you a motherfuckin note that says "chuckie's got em!" |
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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 1 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights And niggas always gotta high cap Showin' all his boys how he shot em But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta 'cause gangsta-ass niggas think deep Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7 'cause real gangsta ass niggas don't sleep And all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin', pussy-eatin' prankstas 'cause when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 2 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Feedin' the poor and hepin out wit they bills Although I was born in jamaica Now I'm in the us makin' deals Damn it feels good to be a gangsta I mean one that you don't really know Ridin' around town in a drop-top benz Hittin' switches in my black six-fo' Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors Some got killed in the past But this gangtsa here is a smart one Started living for the lord and I'll last Now all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin' cocksuckin' prankstas When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 3 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play Real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches Ask that gangsta-ass nigga little jake Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign And play the role of little miss sweet But catch the bitch all alone get the digit take her out And then dump-hittin' the ass with the meat 'cause gangsta-ass niggas be the gang playas And everythings quiet in the clique A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger And his partners in the posse ain't tellin' off shit Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much All ya hear is the black from the gun blast And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast Now when you in the free world talkin' shit do the shit Hit the pen and let the mothafuckas shank ya But niggas like myself kick back and peep game 'cause damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 4 And now, a word from the president! Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Gettin voted into the white house Everything lookin good to the people of the world But the mafia family is my boss So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down Like lettin' a big drug shipment through And send 'em to the poor community So we can bust you know who So voters of the world keep supportin' me And I promise to take you very far Other leaders better not upset me Or I'll send a million troops to die at war To all you republicans, that helped me win I sincerely like to thank you 'cause now I got the world swingin' from my nuts And damn it feels good to be a gangsta |
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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
(he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society)
[ verse 1: bushwick bill ] Paranoid, sittin in a deep sweat Thinkin I gotta fuck somebody before the week ends The sight of blood exites me, shoot you in the head Sit down, and watch you bleed to death I hear the sound of your last breath Shouldn't have been around, I went all the way left You was in the right place with me at the wrong time I'm a psychopath, in a minute lose my fuckin mind Calm down, back to reality Don't fear death, cause I know that it's promised to me Flashes, I get flashes of jason Gimme a knife, a million lives I'm wastin The shadow of death follows me, I don't give a fuck Pussy play superman, your ass'll get boxed up Put him in a straight jacket, the man's sick This is what goes on in the mind of a lunatic (he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) (he's a) (he's a) (he's a paranoiac who's a menace to our society) [ verse 2: bushwick bill ] Lookin through her window, now my body is warm She's naked, and I'm a peepin tom Her body's beautiful, so I'm thinkin rape Shouldn't have had her curtains open, so that's her fate Leavin out her house, grabbed the bitch by her mouth Drug her back in, slammed her down on the couch Whipped out my knife, said, "if you scream, I'm cuttin" Opened her legs and commenced the fuckin She begged me not to kill her, I gave her a rose Then slit her throat, and watched her shake till her eyes closed Had sex with the corpse before I left her And drew my name on the wall like helter skelter Run for shelter never crossed my mind I had a guage, a grenade, and even a nine Dial 911 for the bitch But the cops ain't shit when they're fuckin with a lunatic (another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) (maniac) (maniac) (another innocent victim of this homicidal maniac) [ verse 3: scarface ] I sit alone in my four-cornered room starin at candles Dreamin of the people I've dismantled I close my eyes and in the circle Appears the images of sons of bitches that I murdered Flashbacks of bodies bein fucked up Once I attack, I'm like a pit on a rage that's goin for guts Boys used to die when I'm full fo that fry I be ebbin when I'm high So I say 'fuck' and just let bullets fly Like I said before, scarface is my identity A homicidal maniac with sucidal tendencies I'm on the violent tip, so yo, get a grip And bitch, come equipped, ain't takin no shit Cause here comes a lunatic [ verse 4: scarface ] My girl's gettin skinny, she's strung out on coke So I went to her mother's house and cut out her throat Her grandma was standin there, she was screamin out, "brad!" As she reached for the telly, I put the blade on granny's ass Went to the back and grabbed a shovel Now granny's on her way to meet the devil Pulled out my .38 and aimed at the bitch A cop says (freeze, muthafucka!) bitch, suck my dick I said, "die, muthafuckas!" as I blasted Something clicked in my head, visions of bodies in plastic The scent of buckshots in human flesh Pigs dyin from bullet wounds to the chest No sheriff's gonna take me on a road Dark as fuck, and let his pistols explode Fuck that, cause I ain'ts to die So I reloaded my uzi and fired up another fry It got me crazy as fuck A ragin psychotic full of that angel's dust The cops had the place surrounded Hunted for a way to get out - I found it Innocent bystanders watch me set an example I popped one, "let me go, goddammit Scot free Or all of these muthafuckas comin with me" All of a sudden the shit got silent I remember wakin up, in an asylum Bein treated like a troubled kid My shirt was all bloody, and both of my wrists was slit Think this is harsh? this ain't as harsh as it gets No tellin what's bein thought up in the mind of a lunatic (maniac) (maniac) (ma-) (mani-) (maniac) (I can't quit) [ verse 5: willie d ] November 1st 1966 A damn fool was born with the mind of a lunatic I shoulda been killed But sister fucked around and let me live Now I developped a criminal behaviour Fuck with me, and I'll slay ya Ass, beyond recognition, shit Your dental records couldn't prove your identity, bitch I beg your pardon, on talkin to borden You'll never find a muthafucka, so save your milk cartons Cross the line, your ass is mine I don't give a fuck if you're 9 or 99 Blind, crippled, and crazy, don't faze me Your funky ass will be pushin up daisies You wanna know what makes me click? My psychiatrist said I got the mind of a lunatic (let's get out of here, that guy is crazy) (ma-) (ma-) (ma-) (maniac) [ verse 6: willie d ] I ain't got it all, so don't fuck with me Unless your ass wanna be made history I'll blow your muthafuckin house up And if your wife and kids are inside, they're fucked I don't give a damn who I slay Don't let me get a hold of some e&j Cause when the shit hit the fan I'll stab your ass quicker than a mexican The nightmares I leave you with on the scene Will make freddy bitch ass look like a wet dream This is fact, not fictional, son of a bitch I got the mind of a lunatic |
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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
i sit alone in my 4-cornered room stairin at candelsOh that shit is on? Heh
Let me drop some shit like this here, real smooth Verse One: Scarface At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies bein burned Four walls just starin at a nigga I'm paranoid, sleepin with my finger on the trigger My mother's always stressin I ain't livin right But I ain't going out without a fight See, everytime my eyes close I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose It's somebody watchin the Ak' But I don't know who it is, so I'm watchin my back I can see him when I'm deep in the covers When I awake I don't see the motherfucker He owns a black hat like I own A black suit and a cane like my own Some might say, ""Take a chill, B"" But fuck that shit! There's a nigga trying to kill me I'm poppin in the clip when the wind blows Every twenty seconds got me peepin out my window Investigatin the joint for traps Checkin my telephone for taps I'm starin at the woman on the corner It's fucked up when your mind is playin tricks on ya Verse Two: Willie D I make big money, I drive big cars Everybody know me, it's like I'm a movie star But late at night, somethin ain't right I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights Is it that fool that I ran off the block? Or is it that nigga last week that I shot? Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars Thought he had 'caine but it was Gold Medal Flour Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers Ain't no use to me lyin, I was scareder than a motherfucker Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick If it's goin down let's get this shit over with Here they come, just like I figured I got my hand on the motherfuckin trigger What I saw'll make your ass start gigglin Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens I live by the sword I take my boys everywhere I go, because I'm paranoid I keep lookin over my shoulder and peepin around corners My mind is playin tricks on me Verse Three: Scarface Day by day it's more impossible to cope I feel like I'm the one that's doing dope Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous Every Sunday mornin I'm in service Prayin for forgiveness And tryin to find an exit out the business I know the Lord is lookin at me But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy I often drift while I drive Havin fatal thoughts of suicide BANG and get it over with And then I'm worry-free, but that's bullshit I got a little boy to look after And if I died then my child would be a bastard I had a woman down with me But to me it seemed like she was down to get me She helped me out in this shit But to me she was just another bitch Now she's back with her mother Now I'm realizing that I love her Now I'm feelin lonely My mind is playin tricks on me Verse Four: Bushwick Bill This year Halloween fell on a weekend Me and Geto Boys are trick-or-treatin Robbin little kids for bags Till an old man got behind our ass So we speeded up the pace Took a look back, and he was right before our face He'd be in for a squabble no doubt So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth He was goin down, we figured But this was no ordinary nigga He stood about six or seven feet Now, that's the nigga I'd be seein in my sleep So we triple-teamed on him Droppin them motherfuckin B's on him The more I swung the more blood flew Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too Then I felt just like a fiend It wasn't even close to Halloween It was dark as fuck on the streets My hands were all bloody, from punchin on the concrete God damn, homie My mind is playin tricks on me |
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from Miri Ben-Ari - The Hip Hop VIolinist (2005)
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) |
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from Scarface - Mr. Scarface Is Back (2005)
im on a rampage been forced 2 look at darkness brought up being heartless and with a gauge is how i'll gaurd this quietly i sit plottin hits like a lunatic waitin 4 a bitch 2 star t some shit so i can hit'em with a sring of bullets comin from a tech 9 warned u not 2 test mine and if u make it you'll know next time that if u fuk w/me im gonna get ya and when i catch ya you'll be a victim of the the call the body snatcher.......
many claim 2 b a gangsta but that gangsta aint a gangsta that gangta is a pranksta yea a prankstaz how i rank ya at the sight of blood u hold ya stomach then ur runnin hands over ya eyes and like a ho ya start to vomit but i aint never backed up rack up as they sack up and giggle and these niggaz when they die while bodies stack up like i said b4 the dj akshens my identity a homicidal maniac with suicidal tendencies the judge'll try 2 sentence me to 10 i'll never blink he'll change it say im phsyco and jus send me 2 a shrink 20 months im in suclusion and my heads filled with confusion got a fealin that im loosin so ive come 2 this conclusion i gotta get the fukk out i cant take it anymore caught a watchman at his post so i rushed him to the floor i was thinkin 2 myself wut if his posse comes 2 get me i know if im'll die i gotta take some niggaz with me put my hands around his neck began to choke em grabbed his pistol out hit holster then i smoked em waited a second and heard muthfukkas comin grabbed an xtra box of shells and started runnin now in the nigga cops r runnin after its time 2 snatch somebodies cuz im the Bodysnatcher............. |
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from Scarface - Mr. Scarface Is Back (2005)
I'ma born killer, you're face to face with Scarface
You tried to ice an X, but thats a motherfuckin waste Your schools fucked up G And your momma shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap And uh, since you got beef Lets take it to the streets and I'mma bring it to your ass G I'm commin from the heart son And I don't take no shit, but I'm about to start some Now which one a you hoes wanna jump If you got static, then get it off your chest punk Cause I ain't bar none If you're feelin lucky then go ahead and get cha some I ain't with this fucked shit If ya ain't in trick, then get your ass in ya trunk bitch Cause I'm about to square it off Hit ya ass in the chest with the tech and try to tear it off Send you back to mommy, its a plastic And hadda bitch out huntin for a casket I'm on the for realla tilla my nilla I'm a born killa (CHORUS)(2x) I'ma born killa Born Killa "Don't fuck with me" My momma did her part But it ain't her fault that I was born with out a heart In other words I'm heartless dude I don't love me, how the fuck I'mma love you? Thats right, you guessed it I'm legally insane, marked mannick depressive I'm takin all types a medication To keep me out the mood of premeditatin Yo, the log around my lone is worse I'm havin thoughts of killin me, but I'm killin you first Mr. Kindness talks but I don't listen A victim of society fucked by the system My whole life's been a see saw I'm up one day, down and out on tomorrow Right now I'm even more upset Some shit that happened to me that I don't think I'll ever forget You think I'll let it die, but I ain't It ain't because I want to, its because I can't I'mma getcha but I ain't goin into it Cause ain't nothin to it but to do it See it ain't no sweat to me Cause in the fo place, you fucked up the minute that you stepped to me I'm not your average dealer I'mma born killa (CHORUS) Now I'm livin where I can cause I'm homeless Can't make point calls cause I'm phoneless I ain't, I'm starvin duke I can't go to mommas house cause mommas starvin too Better grab that 12 gauge Cause thats the only way a niggaz gonna get paid I'm on my way to my old bank They know me real good and they don't think that I'd gank Had my gun in my trenchcoat Now getcha ass on the floor And don't think about pushin that panic switch I'm gettin paid and you're gettin killed bitch Take notes to the message I gave ya Ya dyin ho and can't nothin save ya I'm doin bad, so I'm goin bad Huh, and you never expected that from Brad But theres a lotta things pressin me And ain't the nigga to let the mortredresser dressin me So I'm comin out winnin 100,000 in the case now I'm comin out grinnin But the shit didn't flow smooth The security guard had to run and pulla hoe move He reached for his pistol The 10 gauge went "BOOM" shoulda heard that motherfucker whistle Hit him in his chest Now which one a you motherfuckers in here wanna die next? Nobody made a move And I got away smooth And thats how it is nigga I spared a couple a lives, but I'm still a born killa (CHORUS) |
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from Scarface - Mr. Scarface Is Back (2005)
(Scarface talking)
Yo anybody seen my diary? Oh there it is. I gotta write this shit down. Check it out. Dear Diary, I'm having a little problem I cant make it by myself maybe you can help me solve em I'm confused and I dont know what to do I'm hoping you can help me cause there's no one else to talk to I want to die, but it ain't for me I try to talk to my dad, but my old man ignores me He says I'm delirious And I drink too much, so he doesnt take me serious But little does he know I'm really losing it I got a head, but aint no screws in it I be thinking deep Thats one of the reasons at night I cant sleep I thought it would change when I was older But even now I'm still peeping over my shoulder Theres your life after death too And what about the man with the cane and the black suit? And what about cancer? Too many motherfucking questions, and not enough answers Aint no use in trying We might as all face it we were all born dying Theres a black book in Brad's hands And its the diary of a madman (chorus) Dear diary today I hit a nigga with a torch Shot him on his face and watched him die on his front porch Left his family heartbroken Flashbacks of him laying there bleeding with his eyes open I cant put the shit behind me I'm know I'm here somewhere, but I cant find me I used to be a drug dealer On the for reala, now I'm a born killer And it aint no changing me It used to be hard, but now it aint no thing to me To go up to a niggas house Put a pistol in his mouth, and blow his fucking brains out No doubt if you cross then I'ma take ya Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature You got an M11, bring your weapon Huh, I got an AK-47 It's gonna be a bloody Sunday Cause your fucking with a nigga like Bundy And I was taught not to kill Like a Vietnam vet with a thousand yard stare So welcome to the slaughterhouse nigga Redrum and I'ma be the grave digger And if you want to cap, come cap me I'm trigger happy like my great-grandpappy Just watch for the chrome in my right hand My second entry from the diary of a madman (Chorus) Dear diary, help me cause I'm frantic S-sometimes I think I'm going schizophrantic The world's looking dark for instance Maybe cause I'm looking from a distance But then again I wear a blindfold Staring at the motherfucking world with my eyes closed To myself I'm a stranger Walking in the foot steps of danger It's a long path ahead of me I gotta get somewhere cause everybody here is scared of me I had a job but they fired me My wife walked out now I'm living in my diary |
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from Scarface - Mr. Scarface Is Back (2005)
(Verse One)
Mikey woke us up when he beeped us Said he found some dope, not only dope but it was cheapest Gave me the numbers, I said "Yo B, My nigga Mike done found some bricks 11-7 a ki" (yeah) It didn't sound legit, but still we chanced it And if it came through, we hit a big lick 11-7 real clean Then turn back around and sell them bitches for 17 We gathered up the money, we could score six Headed out to meet him with 2 uzi's and four clips Ready for whatever If we went down, we went down together We met him in his complex Niggas were hanging out, "You ready to roll?" (Bet) I knew it was fuckery Wanted to see the money, said he never trusted me But I can understand that I got the money right here, now where's the fucking dope at Now it's the time for the testing out the dope To see if it's flour, sheep rock, or some powder soap He went to his car to go and get it And never came back, oh shit, I wasn't with it Got me real mad Now that's the first example of a good girl gone bad (Verse Two) Sticking around would be real dumb Fuck this shit, I ain't waiting to see the outcome I hopped in my muthafuckin' shit Steady peepin' out my rearview, ready to shoot a bitch I got on the phone and called Chiefey He got me up with Jay, and I told him where to meet me These niggas be jacking you in Texas Met up into ?session? and tossed the money in a Lexus I'm on my way back to the crib Bido was ?naughty?, now guess what these niggas did Tried to run us off the freeway I slammed on my brakes, grabbed my shit and got ready to spray And that's about the time B woke up Popped in his clip, and lit him a smoke up Doing about 90 trying to catch him We spotted the bastard, said commence to shooting at him Somebody was riding in the trunk The bitch flew open, that was a nigga with a pump He aimed at the windshield (Duck!) Blasting the seat and in our face (Aww fuck!) Jay and Chief must of followed us Pulled up beside him, and pulled out the ride gun Put the driver's ass in check We veered to the left and watch the muthafuckas wreck We exited the freeway fast A perfect example of a good girl gone bad (Verse Three) Now it's time to do him Called up Mike to help us find him cause he knew him My nigga was real pissed Cause them hoes that had him mixed up in the middle of this fuck shit We followed Big Mike in his jeep Snuck up on him and caught his ass in his sleep His little boy was sleeping with him I had to wake him up cause it was time to get him But I ain't give a fuck what he done I ain't gonna kill him in the presence of his fucking son So I drug him outside He started to beg "Bitch be the fuckin' lying" Took him to the bayou Your ass has got to go for that bullshit you tried bro "But what about my son?" I got him He's in real good hands, he'll close his eyes then I shot him Now his son is calling me dad I got something more valueable than money, from a good girl gone bad |
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from Scarface - Mr. Scarface Is Back (2005)
[Scarface]
I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record (yeahhh) Sounded kinda funky so I pumped it, right but rudely interrupted by a neighborhood street fight When will you motherfuckers quit? Every motherfuckin mornin it's the same ol bullshit I peeped to see the thrashin Some nigga runnin with a butcher knife, screamin out "Assassin!" He ran by a friend of mine, it bugged him His eyes showed fear, that's the reason why he stuck him Anyway, that's how I seen it You rarely see a nigga kill another nigga, and he doesn't mean it So that's the way I took it Anyway the boy is dead, no matter how you look at it And life goes on.. I was feelin kinda funny - aiyyo something's wrong I went to take a shower Duke Bumped into the wall and I smooth went through Now I'm thinkin I'm in trouble I reached to touch my face, but I couldn't feel my beard stubble I screamed, "Oh Lord help!" Looked into the mirror and I couldn't see myself I called up my mom's house and realized somethin was wrong, no doubt She picked up, said "Hello" in a low tone I said, "Hey ma!" and she hung up the telephone Sick and lookin weary My cousin walks in, I said, "What's up?" but he didn't hear me Started packin up my shit G Looked at a picture of me, put it down and said, "Rest in peace" Realizin what he said man I can't talk, I don't exist, I'm a dead man Yeah I guess I'm dead right? I'm goin to the cemetary to peep out Action's gravesite And sure enough, there it is My mom and girl talkin, holdin on to Brad's kids I look into the box G Son of a bitch! I don't believe it, that's me! Momma kissed me on my head Aww shit.. I'm dead (I'm dead) |
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from Scarface - Mr. Scarface Is Back (2005)
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why.. His life was took at such an early age A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gauge He used to hustle on the street corners His mom would always beg him to quit, but he didn't wanna As he got older, he got even worse Till a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse A cold night in his hood, he had a tangle The brother he was squabbling with, had broke his ankle Laid him out in the driveway Some people knew he wouldn't survive, but hey I ain't the one to speak up on another's All I can do is try to open his eyes and help the brother He chose the wrong way and that's the route he took Born and brought up as an angel but he died as a crook He had a baby that he couldn't raise And she will never see her father again, cause he's in a grave I always think about it killer "My daddy was a dope man, so I'ma be a dope dealer" How will the family explain it? "My daughter had a baby for a 'caine head!" He ain't around to see her walk Dry her eyes when she cries, pick her up when she falls Just the thought of a kid living foul fucks me up When his girl has to raise a BASTARD child It gets deeper, he used to punch her and beat her She was loyal to his ass but accused as a cheater She had a good deck but she picked the wrong card Had a kid, now she's realizing life is hard A big time dope dealer's all she wanted Who drove a Jag or a Benz so she could flaunt it The situation's got me guessing But the answer remains to be a question He lived his life in a lie I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die It was crazy how it happened Some niggas rolled by in the Riviera capping All I could see was a pistol spitting rounds And the boy was just screaming as he fell to the ground A woman yelled, get an ambulance But I knew he was dead, he didn't stand a chance You should've seen him, he was scared A bullet goes to his chest, and one to his head He just laid there in silence And all I heard was the sirens Paramedics pulled up Followed by a law man and then came a firetruck Put his ass on the stretcher But if he survives, I'm willing to betcha He'll be out for revenge They patched him up within a week he was back at it again Went to his brother on the Northside Grab your shit, it's a hit, we're gonna take a long ride Packed it up in the trunk AK-47, M-11 and a pump Rolled by ? on Scott Street School was letting out, "Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?" "watch me!" Opened his trunk and grabbed a shotgun He shot him Put his tooly on the front seat Continued his mission, as he headed down the street The kids was just staring at each other J.D. rolled by and smoked black's brother Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port Full speed down Reed, shot his mom on the porch On his way down Cullard His brother was just dazed in a shock, "Why you do it?" "Why you shot his moms Jay? Shit" "haha man fuck that bitch" Went to the store to use the payphone Called up Mack, "Hey yo J.D. homey" Hung it up and rolled down Dagger Heading for the nigga he was after By the time he arrived at the scene Malcolm was ready for anything He tried to sneak around the back way Never thought of being taken out on that day Black boy, black coat Stood around the corner as he passed slit his throat He didn't fall so he fired One to the middle of his skull, he's expired A whole army came out Twenty-seven niggas all strapped out of one house That how it happens in the acre One nigga died in the park in the paper Shit gets deeper but why? I guess you only get a minute to pray, And a second to die |
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from Scarface - Mr. Scarface Is Back (2005)
Chorus: Scarface
Money and the power, money and the power I ain't fallin short I got the Money and the power Yup! Hehehahaha, hehe ha hah hah.. yeah Money and the power, money and the power Never goin back cause I got Money and the power [Scarface] Deep in the heart of South Park lurks a stalker S.A. fool, native Houston South Parker Born and brought up to be a heartless motherfucker No one else to blame, fuck it blame it on my mother When I was growin up nobody seemed to give a shit and that's what makes me one hard son of a bitch Since they ain't give a shit, I ain't give a shit either Sweet 16, time to stack me up some ki's Learned the game of hustlin, fuckin dopefienders Sellin niggaz beat, in other words amphetamines My game was more advanced, sellin speed I'm goin broke Got em up with Floyd and Floyd had fronted me some dope Learned to rock it up, now I got it sold Time to go for broke, motherfuck who I owe Business started boomin, started movin powder Motherfuck the bitches I want money and the power.. yup! Chorus: Scarface Money and the power, money and the power I ain't fallin short I got the Money and the power Yup! Money and the power, money and the power Bitches on my dick cause I got Money and the power [Scarface] Bought me a Caddy, 30's and vogues Brand new crib, brand new clothes Mom would ask questions, and often pitch a bitch Where am I gettin the money? Mickey D's ain't paid me shit I'd make up a story, just to get her off my back Uh oh I got a beep I think my boys are out of crack Everything was smooth, exactly how I played it A dollar to be made, best believe a nigga made it Nickels dimes and twenties, and sixty cent bumps Nigga rollin hard, stackin paper like Trump and I ain't give a fuck I told you that from the jump Didn't worry about no static I had a motherfuckin pump Ass out of line, word em up a nigga sprayed em Momma told me shoot first, and ask questions later.. Six hundred bucks a motherfuckin hour and I ain't fallin short cause I got money and the power, yup Chorus: Scarface Money and the power, money and the power I ain't fallin short I got the Money and the power Yeah.. Money and the power, money and the power I got it like dat, cause I got Money and the power [Scarface] There goes 21, and still stackin 30's Brought my brother Warren Lee down from New Jersey He helped me for a minute then he started screwin up Said fuck gettin paid, I guess my brother'd rather fuck Bitches ran his life, and they're still runnin Lee I guess he doesn't realize the bitch is fuckin me It really doesn't matter, cause Ac'll never tell He can stay broke, but I got dope to sell I step out on the cut, shit was lookin funny I ran back in the house and started callin up my money I signaled for my workers, to bring in all the dope I can feel the bust and sure enough in comes the 5-0 Niggaz stayed relaxed but they was friskin niggaz up If someone said my name then I was definitely fucked But I'ma play it cool, if I kill I gotta kill Fightin for my shit, I never ran and never will Come to find out, they wasn't fuckin with my boys Busted a nigga who said he paid em, talkin noise Hehehehehe.. I guess the juices are sour But I ain't fallin short cause I got money and the power YUP! Chorus: Scarface Money and the power, money and the power Sold a million records I got Money and the power Yup! Money and the power, money and the power Best to come clean, cause I got Money and the power Money and the power, money and the power Money and the pow-the-pow-the-pow-the-pow-the-power! |
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from Scarface - Mr. Scarface Is Back (2005)
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr. Scarface went up the block again (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have, all I have, all I have in this world) Ahh yeah, hah Mr. Scarface is back in the motherfuckin house once again! Yea, droppin some of that new Mr. Scarface Two, on your motherfuckin ass So suck a nigga dick, or make a nigga rich Or something, bitch Verse One: I don't give a FUCK about the chatter in the background Niggaz get beat when they step this is axe down If you don't know, I recommend you check And ask them motherfuckers, how many heads I put to rest I play a game but the game ain't roulette Slangin cane is the thang and I beat That there's a lot of wannabe Scarfaces I've heard the name in ninety-nine different places I'm here to squash it all original will speak Scarface on your ass from the streets I left my cut, in fear of a prison term They wanna put me in a chair and let me burn But go to prison on a murder rap, fuck that I refuse to be a visitor in state's camp So I broke and left behind all I worked for Either that or be sentenced for a drug war And many want to know why I've slowed up It's either that or get fucked Cause laws get happy on the trigger Say fuck it put a cap in a nigga But this ass ain't made for no caps homey This ass says 'Exit Only' So I get in the wind but hey A nigga still sold a quarter everyday I sat around for six months black Waitin for the day to make a comeback And now I'm ready for combat Mr. Scarface is back Chorus: repeat 2X (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have, all I have, all I have in this world) Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face On the farilla my nigga just call me Scarface Verse Two: Aiyyo Bido, drop that shit Yeah, heh heh Back in the South Park, six o'clock on the dot Checkin on my old rock spot I seen the same old set Heh, the small timers see me so they jet Buildin one-twenty-eight I got myself a bag and I can't wait To cut em up small to make a profit Niggaz on the cut short stop it Fiends'll see em small then they go Where, to see the motherfuckin pro One nigga got pissed And started reachin for his shit Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool Like I said before, you don't get a second chance dude Unloaded on his ass he was hurt Six shots put his dick in the dirt Laid him out like a motherfuckin rug Gettin pumped full of thirty-eight slugs Some other niggaz stepped out y'all Aww shit, I had to make a phone call Hello? Hay Jay Whassup? I'm in a little trouble man Where you at? I'm out here in South Park Village Stay right there, I'll be right on C'mon let's take these motherfucers to war main Jay called up some niggaz from the 5th Ward And came back with a motherfuckin hit squad Motherfuckin uzi machine Big Chief packed an M-16 Will and AK with a banana clip And little Bill had a god damn pistol grip I hit a little laugh and got me a buzz And that's about the time they got drugged One more war took place You can call me the shit started, or call me Mr. Scarface Chorus Verse Three: Damn, check this shit out Later on, all alone, you know what happened next Another bitch came by to give me sex It was kind of strange I was thrown off The last bitch got her head blown off But fuck I ain'tsta pass up no pooty She started strippin at the door, oh goody I got in that ass with the quickness Fuckin her down with the diznick I didn't have to pretend I loved her All she wanted me to do was just fuck her So I gave it up to the lady And all she said was 'Fuck me baby, fuck me baby' I started stroking in an outrage The whole while I was starin at my twelve gauge The bitch was makin noise I said I'm killin her And all the while my dick was hard and he was still in her I made a nut as she fell to the floor I heard a knock on the front door I grabbed the twelve gauge from the bed head Who is it? (Fred) Who? Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the door By that time someone jumped in the window Now what the fuck was I do? *bam bam bam* The bitch packed a twenty-two Hit him in his head, there she laid him The nigga standin by the door I sprayed him *automatic fires* And headed for the back I seen that same old brown cadillac It kinda fucked me up at first Cause the nigga that drove that caddy rode away in a hearse I opened up fire on the ride G Who I was shootin for was standin right behind me I had a double barrel pointed at my ass Could this be the end of Mr. Brad? I don't know what happened to the slut Well that's about the time the closet door it opened up *kicked open* On your ass trick! I'll be damned if I go out like the last bitch! Heh, five-oh's on my ass main They know me by the face, but they don't know my last name Now I'm back on the case Yeah, just call me Mr. Scarface |
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from Scarface - Mr. Scarface Is Back (2005)
(Verse One)
Niggas get stomped when they step with that bullshit If you got a firearm, go ahead and pull it Cause I'ma put it dead on ya ass when you reach I got a little friend on my shoulder that I think you wanna meet A 9 millimeter, that will stop him Get his ass focused, once I focus him I drop him Boy you should of known not to fuck with me bitch Brothers like me will make ???? rich So if you got something that you think you wanna prove You better prove it now, cause you don't get a second chance dude One chance is all you get And if I beat you to the draw, that's it Get your momma's black dress and call your family It's gonna be a murder, my reason insanity (Verse Two) I was born with a chip on my shoulder Now that I'm older, momma's talking shit but I told her "Mind your fucking business" I love the girl to death But I don't wanna hear it, save your fucking breath I know my time is coming, and I ain't gonna lie I may be scared of Jason, but I'm not scared to die So when a nigga talk shit, and I buck 'em Shoot me in the head, put me a box, and just say "fuck 'em" Later on that day I heard gunshots Watching niggas running (Aiyo that nigga got shot) Ran to the corner said "What happened my brother?" He just laid there shaking, bleeding like a muthafucka God damn!! "Who would let that off to him?" Man: Some niggas from your hood, Triple ????? Get your shit together, we're heading for the village I think its time to pay them hoes a little visit Them niggas don't understand me It's gonna be a murder, my reason insanity (Verse Three) Pulled up in a Rider, trailer full of niggas Mack 10, Tech 9's, all with fingers on the trigger Backed in the bitch like I was staying Opened up the trailer, *gunshots* South Park started spraying Bullets flying everywhere, niggas getting struck Had dope in the village, but I didn't give a fuck Shoot the bitch up, then I'ma leave her If I can't sell my dope, then you can't either Now here's a valueable lesson to learn You fuck with mine, you get burned Headed for the nigga who shot my partner *Gunshot* Shot his father Walkin' through the living room tearing up shit He's loading up his pistol, ain't that a bitch You should of had it loaded, he said "Come on Scarface, hold it I won't do it again man" Yeah, I know it I told you when you take mine, I take yours Hands in the air, fell to the floor "Please don't shoot Scarface" I looked him in the eye - then I shot him in his face A sucka's way out is to steal 'em My dad said "Always look a man in the eye before you kill him" It had to be a murder, them hoes couldn't handle me "What's your reason man?" - Insanity |
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from Scarface - Mr. Scarface Is Back (2005)
<i>[Verse One]</i>
Here it comes fool, I play a game where there's no rules Homies on the cut call me Joe, cause I'm so cool Quick to get a ?? with a nigga, I ain't dodgin' them Win, lose, or draw in the hood, I'm squabbin' them Representin' the Park since I'm living here Walkin' through the hood from another set, get in here And after the jackin', you still want more, heh Fuck your posse, it's time for the corona Don't fuck with the Park niggas ?? More niggas found dead here in my hood than in Vietnam Rollin' seven deep to a car Quick to take that ass to war, yo It ain't no ?? being lost Cause territory and rights are being enforced So when you're rollin' up, ?? flow And if a nigga flash a ?? keep going Don't stop and sell your soul You'll fuck around and get your ass P.D. roll <i>[Verse Two]</i> The last album past gold And you wanna know the meaning of P.D. roll Well I'ma break it down for you real clean <i>[gunshots]</i> know what I mean In other words getting blasted Shootin' at a bastard, to see if he can last it 9 times out of 10 he can't So that's one more nigga in the paint You see, when I go to work I hit a muthafucka where it hurts Starting off at his home sight And fuck up a nigga's whole night You out of there, just like that there For jumping in the ring with a bear It's easily executed Put the pistol to the head, cock the hammer back and shoot it You can't get it no cleaner Make a hit, break quick to the cleaners And south ?? to the hole And don't be no fool and get your ass P.D. roll <i>[Verse Three]</i> My own hood is confusing me Shit just ain't what it used to be I'm stepping back on my old block The finest bitch in the hood smoking crack rock Even the niggas I was raised with Are walking around in a daze and shit Man: "Say now, can I get a dollar for a gold one?" And got his hands out like I owe him But I don't owe nann nigga I was ?? in the hood until I got bigger I hollered at my boys in the gang And only a couple of them changed Peace to Q-Dog, Cool Coin, and Old Mack And all the rest of my boys down with ack The rest ain't about jack But I still love the hood, so it ain't about that It's all about being down with it Shit, to be got, you gotta go out and get it Like my nigga doing time in the ?? Now that was a down muthafucka A couple of ki's, my nigga stole Straight up fucking P.D. roll So lay it down in the dirt Nobody moves, nobody gets hurt That's how it is, and always will be I had to have it, even if it killed me The sight of losing didn't thrill me So I had to go and steal G Just to make a quick one And I ain't give a fuck who fell short to be a victim You and your family bro Your ass out of line, your ass got P.D. roll |
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