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from Friday (1995)
(feat. CJ Mack)
[Intro: Scarface] Damn, this a b*tch We ain't gotta motherf**kin thing Ring CJ do what he doin in Cali-for-ni-a (Hello?) Hey, wuz up nigga, it's Face (What up Fizzace?) Feelin I'm gone come f**k wit you (Come on down loco) Ai, please have some b*tches, please (Ha ha ha) Ha ha ha [Verse 1 CJ Mack, Scarface] Locc, I been hustlin all week Tonight's the night I dips 'n try to step up in a freak I call this ho named Tiki, she got homies we can twist All we need's some chronic and a motherf**kin fifth Is you wit me locc? What's mine is yours and what's yours is mines When I'm in Houston you be treatin me fine I scoop you up in L.A.X. around 6 I scootch you through the hood, then we gone get up in these tricks It's Friday night Two players in a black 5-0-0 Slidin down the shore, gettin at every fly ho I'm wit my homey, ain't nobody set trippin Drops my sh*t off at his house and then we kept flippin Now see y'know your nigga don't sleep Homey enough and see Well, hand your nigga some heat So I can feel warm in these cold ass L.A. streets Now hook ya nigga wit some L.A. freaks, baby It's Friday night [Hook: CJ Mack] Straight sellin with my Texas G Stayin sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday night [Verse 2] [CJ Mack] Two players on a hoodrat chase You niggas can't see me and you can't see my nigga Face [Scarface] First thang we do is hit the club I'm seein hella b*tches in the corners tryin to show your homey love This b*tch is fly as a bird And gotta ass that could swang from California all the way up thru Pittsburgh [CJ Mack] Hold up locc (What?) I know that flea She been out 'n club hoppin since '83 (Ain't this a b*tch) And the b*tch is still hoin See, get at broke b*tch and fake smile and keep strollin locc (Riiiight!) See them busters in the corner, they don't like my hood I don't like their hood so it ain't all good So keep ya eyes on em Cos if it ??? ??? line, we gotta slide on em Ride on em [Scarface] I gots no problem kickin dust up wit punk ass little busters Who wants to try to buck us, we grab these guns and bust em I gots that tena millimetre in tha parkin lot [CJ Mack] f**k em locc, we gots some b*tches at the Mariott [Hook] [Verse 3: CJ Mack, Scarface] You motherf**kers better chill Before you f**k around and lose and get your cap peeled Jumps on the elevator, hops off the six floor Knocks on the door of room 604 Gets greeted by the biggest pair of thighs you wanna see With a pair just like a *?mona?* homegirl G See, vee like the mix and vee like the twist of em Face, you can hit it first and then we can switch It ain't no fun if my homey can't twist a b*tch I'll dare ya ass to try to run that 2PAC sh*t I goes high-ho silver like the f**kin Moan Ranger Playin here's out my dick inside a total f**kin stranger You f**kin with a Texas cowboy, I puts it down boy You ready for the second go (You know it!) I go two or three hours and I'm sendin these b*tches off on their way (See ya!) You's a fool CJ! (Nigga, how you like the southern California freakin?) Dogg, I'll be back every motherf**kin weekend It's Friday night [Hook: CJ Mack] Straight sellin with my Texas OG Stayin sucka free as I L-O-C It's Friday night You motherf**kers better lay back (Cos you can't see that Face) Or it's just the nigga C-Mack [Outro: CJ Mack] Yeah Mr Scarface and CJ Mack Puttin in much work for Rap-A-Lot and Rap-A-Lot West for the 9-5 You motherf**kers better stay down Cos y'all punks couldn't see us with ultrasound Coward [Scarface] You motherf**kers couldn't see us with glasses on He he, y'knowhutI'msayin? |
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from High School High (굿모닝 스쿨) by Ira Newborn [omnibus, ost] (1996)
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa Skrillaaaaaaaaaa Skrillaaaaaaaaaa Thinkin bout money, money, money, plottin how to get me some (The fast dough) Cos see don't nothin move but the flow, really doe I kid you not, I'm real with dis Havin skrilla is the only way to deal with this If it ain't green, it ain't me, that's no goddamn lie Well show me big skrill and I will get live Give up the loochie, I need it in a major way Now gimme all (all), I gots ta have it (everyday) It's my world, the only mom, I'm stressed, that'll make you break you, if it's really real then I'll take you Shake you for the dollar bill let's see You're outta here (smoked on the fuckin concrete) Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - Got me crazy, skrilla got me gone Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me mad Cos skrilla gives me from riches to rags (motherfucker) It ain't nuttin but the cash flow game How long can you last 'fore you're down to your very last change, nigga? (Money makes the world go round) Tell em again y'all (Money makes the world go round) (*My God*) Forty, fifty grand a night, that's what I'm seein as I'ma vin your own ass tonight, you know the meanin of a worldwide national? Big money gripper Baller, called a, million dollar nigga (uhh, who me?) Yes you (Could be, but who?) Uhh, 350 bringin on in the weeks news And no I don't shoot, I swoop in my Coupe Skrilla for realla my nigga, so whatcha wanna do? Do you want to fuck around with my crew? Do you want to? Would do exactly what you did do Stay in you, don't have enough to attend to the menu So come and let me single, continue (everybody sayin) To make money money money, make money money money (yeah) Here go fat stacks if you can't take money nigga Take money money money, take money money money So can you please make the cheque out to the Facemob Check it Now one, two, three to the fo', like rippin million dollars in my hand, tight Facemob rule number one thing (what?) Skrilla, nuttin but skrilla's the way to maintain Us both, have got to keep the skrill between us fo', as we proceed to make mo' Really doe, from town to town we puts it down As I, hold it down, game tight, right Now Miss Crabtree (Crabtree), I know that you are mad at me To find out that it was your money (money) that I spent and now girl, it's all gone (It's what?) It's all gone It's gone like riches to rags, dishes to bags of leftover ten and jam, can happen to any man Gots ta get money, money I gots ta get this shit right now so I can hop on the lot And we about to come up as we put the shit down Hold up, don't rush, cos I'm good ta gets mine If it wadn't for bad, I'd have no up than luck Smokin plank of man, who gives a motherfuck!!!! The bill collectors, they ring my phone Scam my wife when I'm not home Bitch I'm gone, tryin ta come back phat Facemob where ya at? (Right behind ya and we strapped) Strapped with straps and all eyes on paper And most importantly you keep your mind on papin And you can have it all, if you can take your money pieces at a time but you can't take your pieces outta mine Big wine, it's all about the dollar sign I'm, flippin in the big Dawg, continental flyin Tryin to stack it to the ceilin on you home's Cos bitches got me cummin but skrilla got me goin Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me goin Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - bought me houses, skrilla bought me clothes Skrilla got me flippin in a Rolls |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Deep in the mind that wide opens Right here we stand alive, we live focused We open-minded, still we die hopeless With our pride broken and bullet holes covered where we stay at And everybody's playing for keeps, most people pray that We all make it up out this godforsaken place that we've been all faced with We take our chances but they all wasted And once again you see me (marching, mobbing) But how long must I continue to see my homies dodgin these marksmen The whole nine put on the line but never in mind to become the head sergeant We all targets, the votes are in, but they ain't ours We got these politicians running their game to regain power While our whole black community sours Crime rate towers, plagued by white powders And they claim to helping us to clean up our community But ain't no open opportunities, impunity Is what these demons use to regulate We keep in mind we can run but we can't hide cause the streets we walk are never safe Still all my shattered hopes and dreams remain scattered Broken into thousands of pieces, smashed and tattered But it don't matter, hipocrisy in your democracy Is stopping me, so I'm retaliating properly Theologically, society has got me pressured by the hate And Heaven knows I have faith, I have faith (I just wanna celebrate) --> Rare Earth (I just wanna celebrate) Have faith (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) [ VERSE 2 ] Rudely awaken from this bad dream Thinking my conscience wants to tell me something because of these bad things (Past things) got me in the center of these mad dreams (Flashing) homicidal ( ? ) fatal slashings Now I'm asking: explain to me these visionaries Brad's seen (Past things) sad things killed him cause he had dreams (A sad scene) but all I ever wanted was my mind back Now I'm that nigga trying to find out where his mind's at The time that it took myself to figure out my mind's gone My mind crack, slide back, look at all the time gone Rewind back, comeback, understand my life gon' make these cuts that won't change But things look so strange, the plague I gots to get myself up out the frame Try to maintain the same game flipping 10 and flame Jane A damn shame, people gots to always check your background To jack now, come jack now and I'ma leave you flat down Come back now or back down, homie, this is always all day (Killer) in these dark and lonely hallways Cause all they wanna see is all us brothers boxed up in caskets With plastic bags in every bathroom getting blasted It's drastic, mama help me calm down cause your son's sick Don't watch me get gunned down for the dumb shit Then the gun click and now I see the other side of black space My last day, sad case, Heaven knows I have faith (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) [ VERSE 3 ] New day brings about change, everybody's searching for the light The daydream schemes of living life Has got us tossed up, believing we controlling our motions Got the answer in space beside the view behind the ocean And adapting to the everyday struggle's got us stressed Cause the fact we know we here one day and could die the next You've insisted to take equipment to the solar system Trying to ensure your sole existence Now tell me: do you think that when the bang goes boom You can pack up all your things and aim for the moon? It's unlikely, but you might be equipped with with proceeds to save lives But you die when the King say die You can race it but you can't shake it, stop trying Try to hide it, cause you can't face it but you're born dying God, please forgive us cause we're human not perfect And the devil try to fronting but it's not working How can we all sit suspended in space Just spinning in place and ain't extended in faith Man, wait - (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Deep in the mind that wide opens Right here we stand alive, we live focused We open-minded, still we die hopeless With our pride broken and bullet holes covered where we stay at And everybody's playing for keeps, most people pray that We all make it up out this godforsaken place that we've been all faced with We take our chances but they all wasted And once again you see me (marching, mobbing) But how long must I continue to see my homies dodgin these marksmen The whole nine put on the line but never in mind to become the head sergeant We all targets, the votes are in, but they ain't ours We got these politicians running their game to regain power While our whole black community sours Crime rate towers, plagued by white powders And they claim to helping us to clean up our community But ain't no open opportunities, impunity Is what these demons use to regulate We keep in mind we can run but we can't hide cause the streets we walk are never safe Still all my shattered hopes and dreams remain scattered Broken into thousands of pieces, smashed and tattered But it don't matter, hipocrisy in your democracy Is stopping me, so I'm retaliating properly Theologically, society has got me pressured by the hate And Heaven knows I have faith, I have faith (I just wanna celebrate) --> Rare Earth (I just wanna celebrate) Have faith (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) [ VERSE 2 ] Rudely awaken from this bad dream Thinking my conscience wants to tell me something because of these bad things (Past things) got me in the center of these mad dreams (Flashing) homicidal ( ? ) fatal slashings Now I'm asking: explain to me these visionaries Brad's seen (Past things) sad things killed him cause he had dreams (A sad scene) but all I ever wanted was my mind back Now I'm that nigga trying to find out where his mind's at The time that it took myself to figure out my mind's gone My mind crack, slide back, look at all the time gone Rewind back, comeback, understand my life gon' make these cuts that won't change But things look so strange, the plague I gots to get myself up out the frame Try to maintain the same game flipping 10 and flame Jane A damn shame, people gots to always check your background To jack now, come jack now and I'ma leave you flat down Come back now or back down, homie, this is always all day (Killer) in these dark and lonely hallways Cause all they wanna see is all us brothers boxed up in caskets With plastic bags in every bathroom getting blasted It's drastic, mama help me calm down cause your son's sick Don't watch me get gunned down for the dumb shit Then the gun click and now I see the other side of black space My last day, sad case, Heaven knows I have faith (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) [ VERSE 3 ] New day brings about change, everybody's searching for the light The daydream schemes of living life Has got us tossed up, believing we controlling our motions Got the answer in space beside the view behind the ocean And adapting to the everyday struggle's got us stressed Cause the fact we know we here one day and could die the next You've insisted to take equipment to the solar system Trying to ensure your sole existence Now tell me: do you think that when the bang goes boom You can pack up all your things and aim for the moon? It's unlikely, but you might be equipped with with proceeds to save lives But you die when the King say die You can race it but you can't shake it, stop trying Try to hide it, cause you can't face it but you're born dying God, please forgive us cause we're human not perfect And the devil try to fronting but it's not working How can we all sit suspended in space Just spinning in place and ain't extended in faith Man, wait - (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
verse 1:
I got this coffee pot of white soap stuck my hanger down the center when I entered I spent it cause it was like dope But on the real-a he was jackin' me for scratch cause out of 36 ounces this motherfucker brought me 20 back I'm slanging 20 sacs cause I done lost 16 and these goddamn streets aint going to bring me back Now could it be the southside big baller Bolo rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn I'm going up on my whole thangs And stepped on don't go runnin my clique cause it's a old game And all I ever wanted was some hundred stacks I went from slangin' o-z's to movin' hundred sacks Gotta make my money back Cause I done came too far up in these goddamn streets to get my money snatched I'm so for real about this motherfuckin skrill that any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin' killed For real chorus: (scratching and mixing) All I have is this small skrilla verse 2: I know this nigga run this game of life So motherfuckin sheist that at night he got to sleep with lights Cause he done come across with shit so shade that mutha fuckers comin with clips to locate him Aint no waitin and once they spot him they gon' sure face him and once the got him they gon' sure waste him This aint no mutha fuckin joke nigga it aint worth it and even if your mother gets in it you cant surface It was all purpose just like that bullshit you was serving it was all purpose We all chipped in nigga and we all hurting I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine when a niggas 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes I'm on the corner selling whole eights I don't remember being this fuckin paranoid since I sold weight I went from 50 sacs to 50 packs And all because this motherfucker got jipped he wants to jip me back But when I find him I'm gon finalize him Just to let a nigga know I'm for real and down to die for mine And I'm for real about this mutha fuckin skrill that any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin killed For real chorus verse 3: Game made to be swift since eighty-six when I started Seems like niggas with hustle got outsmarted Cause now they wanna analyze they homies for scratch Catch them when they sleeping come down and up scrap And even though I plotted hittin' niggas for ends I never took out straps and shot gats at friends It was all about being for real where I was from Where very few niggas came real but I was one I dedicate this to my homies stuck in battle Living life being caught up in this mutha fuckin' gamble The game made to be changed but the niggas still started Cocaine seems to be blamed for the niggas gettin slaughtered How many times you had your homie shot By the same mutha fucker whose game came from your homies block Niggas get caught up in the paper chase and lose respect for the game that was honored before the cake was made chorus |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
verse 1:
I got this coffee pot of white soap stuck my hanger down the center when I entered I spent it cause it was like dope But on the real-a he was jackin' me for scratch cause out of 36 ounces this motherfucker brought me 20 back I'm slanging 20 sacs cause I done lost 16 and these goddamn streets aint going to bring me back Now could it be the southside big baller Bolo rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn I'm going up on my whole thangs And stepped on don't go runnin my clique cause it's a old game And all I ever wanted was some hundred stacks I went from slangin' o-z's to movin' hundred sacks Gotta make my money back Cause I done came too far up in these goddamn streets to get my money snatched I'm so for real about this motherfuckin skrill that any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin' killed For real chorus: (scratching and mixing) All I have is this small skrilla verse 2: I know this nigga run this game of life So motherfuckin sheist that at night he got to sleep with lights Cause he done come across with shit so shade that mutha fuckers comin with clips to locate him Aint no waitin and once they spot him they gon' sure face him and once the got him they gon' sure waste him This aint no mutha fuckin joke nigga it aint worth it and even if your mother gets in it you cant surface It was all purpose just like that bullshit you was serving it was all purpose We all chipped in nigga and we all hurting I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine when a niggas 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes I'm on the corner selling whole eights I don't remember being this fuckin paranoid since I sold weight I went from 50 sacs to 50 packs And all because this motherfucker got jipped he wants to jip me back But when I find him I'm gon finalize him Just to let a nigga know I'm for real and down to die for mine And I'm for real about this mutha fuckin skrill that any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin killed For real chorus verse 3: Game made to be swift since eighty-six when I started Seems like niggas with hustle got outsmarted Cause now they wanna analyze they homies for scratch Catch them when they sleeping come down and up scrap And even though I plotted hittin' niggas for ends I never took out straps and shot gats at friends It was all about being for real where I was from Where very few niggas came real but I was one I dedicate this to my homies stuck in battle Living life being caught up in this mutha fuckin' gamble The game made to be changed but the niggas still started Cocaine seems to be blamed for the niggas gettin slaughtered How many times you had your homie shot By the same mutha fucker whose game came from your homies block Niggas get caught up in the paper chase and lose respect for the game that was honored before the cake was made chorus |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
Intro: Too $hort
Man, what's up with these niggaz out here Mad at us cause we on top I love to see niggaz gettin money Better get it while the gettin is good Get it while you can, man And stop hatin me, fuckin with my shit cuz I got more hustle than you Get yours, get yours baby Verse One: Dr. Dre I'm seeing millions, niggaz dont understand know what? Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans to blow up, will he style like this everyday I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay V.I.P., my shit parked valet on the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again some try to assault Dre, its still cavi Im eatin steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality I givin livin definition long as my hearts tickin I fought and made the world listen Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over rap master with the Houston heat holder these playas best to get they shit in check cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck Chorus: Ice Cube Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah) Burn em at a thousand degrees And lord please let me make mo cheese Cuz I aint quite ready to leave (No) [repeat 2X] Verse Two: Scarface Buck the whole world meant that, gotta stay strapped cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gats Super fist fightin shit might come down to dyin When the time comes down for the tryin I got nine reasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my face with the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste this Audi little something out the seams a my trousers with no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya I down ya, so let your people know what they face with the type of individual thatll bomb a sub-station Kaboom! and everybody dies outside there aint no escapin the Reaper so dont try Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to step? Face down, hit, bleedin on the steps a death Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers December 31st, 96 (the game is over) Chorus (I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give) Verse Three: Dr. Dre, Scarface Smokin weed I never trail, I lead spendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was pocket money, Gs but these are the things real playas do talkin shit is real things that the hatas do I'm namin you shit's thick, its time to run for shelter I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter skelter Dear diary, I'm runnin outta pages Fadin, in and out, takin purple hazes The dazes, Revelations in the last stages Red skys institute, the silent horns playin Im prayin with tears in my eyes Cuz Im tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin But they eyein my bank account with beams on my rover the killa failed to launch his attack (the game is over) Chorus |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
Intro: Too $hort
Man, what's up with these niggaz out here Mad at us cause we on top I love to see niggaz gettin money Better get it while the gettin is good Get it while you can, man And stop hatin me, fuckin with my shit cuz I got more hustle than you Get yours, get yours baby Verse One: Dr. Dre I'm seeing millions, niggaz dont understand know what? Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans to blow up, will he style like this everyday I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay V.I.P., my shit parked valet on the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again some try to assault Dre, its still cavi Im eatin steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality I givin livin definition long as my hearts tickin I fought and made the world listen Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over rap master with the Houston heat holder these playas best to get they shit in check cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck Chorus: Ice Cube Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah) Burn em at a thousand degrees And lord please let me make mo cheese Cuz I aint quite ready to leave (No) [repeat 2X] Verse Two: Scarface Buck the whole world meant that, gotta stay strapped cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gats Super fist fightin shit might come down to dyin When the time comes down for the tryin I got nine reasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my face with the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste this Audi little something out the seams a my trousers with no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya I down ya, so let your people know what they face with the type of individual thatll bomb a sub-station Kaboom! and everybody dies outside there aint no escapin the Reaper so dont try Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to step? Face down, hit, bleedin on the steps a death Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers December 31st, 96 (the game is over) Chorus (I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give) Verse Three: Dr. Dre, Scarface Smokin weed I never trail, I lead spendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was pocket money, Gs but these are the things real playas do talkin shit is real things that the hatas do I'm namin you shit's thick, its time to run for shelter I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter skelter Dear diary, I'm runnin outta pages Fadin, in and out, takin purple hazes The dazes, Revelations in the last stages Red skys institute, the silent horns playin Im prayin with tears in my eyes Cuz Im tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin But they eyein my bank account with beams on my rover the killa failed to launch his attack (the game is over) Chorus |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
(Scarface whispering):
I don't really remember feeling like this Got this love formin' in my life???rom this dame And indeed took the form of life???t's a shame How a man can fall in love with dreams--not afraid Not afraid to let you up and leave Do your thang MaryJane mess with all my folks???ot 'em high For the days that they were lost and broke???hit got 'em by Only right was stopping it from props Plus she from the block of only finer crops Do your thang MaryJane chorus: Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Happy just to hear your name Do your than MaryJane Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary When the world starts to stress you out???hat you do? Put a cancer stick up in your mouth???r grab a brew Sold in stores but the fact remains is???hey the blame And the government's been taxin' that ( )-- gettin' paid If it's taxable it's cool to smoke--kill or not And the alcohol is killin' folks?true or not Other people try to make you bad--but I know you not When my situation's lookin' sad I know I got A true friend in my time of need?ll I need Your natural you come from seeds? decree Makes me happy when I'm feelin' pain Once again makes me happy just to hear your name Do your thang MaryJane chorus: Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Happy just to hear your name MaryJane do your thang Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary When you sad depressed and feeling strange???ho you blame Need some company to keep you sane?all her name MaryJane I love you MaryJane???o your thang You're all I need to get me through this thang???rue to game You aint never made me stash my thang???cratch the brain Anything you've always kept me tame?nd its plain For me to see that you my everything?aryJane MaryJane helps to ease the brain???hen you hang Through the seasons you aint never change???tayed the same Never seen what people seen in speed???ou became Naturally you everything we need???o the thang Do your thang baby true indeed Do your thang MaryJane Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Happy just to hear your name MaryJane do your thang Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
(Scarface whispering):
I don't really remember feeling like this Got this love formin' in my life???rom this dame And indeed took the form of life???t's a shame How a man can fall in love with dreams--not afraid Not afraid to let you up and leave Do your thang MaryJane mess with all my folks???ot 'em high For the days that they were lost and broke???hit got 'em by Only right was stopping it from props Plus she from the block of only finer crops Do your thang MaryJane chorus: Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Happy just to hear your name Do your than MaryJane Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary When the world starts to stress you out???hat you do? Put a cancer stick up in your mouth???r grab a brew Sold in stores but the fact remains is???hey the blame And the government's been taxin' that ( )-- gettin' paid If it's taxable it's cool to smoke--kill or not And the alcohol is killin' folks?true or not Other people try to make you bad--but I know you not When my situation's lookin' sad I know I got A true friend in my time of need?ll I need Your natural you come from seeds? decree Makes me happy when I'm feelin' pain Once again makes me happy just to hear your name Do your thang MaryJane chorus: Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Happy just to hear your name MaryJane do your thang Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary When you sad depressed and feeling strange???ho you blame Need some company to keep you sane?all her name MaryJane I love you MaryJane???o your thang You're all I need to get me through this thang???rue to game You aint never made me stash my thang???cratch the brain Anything you've always kept me tame?nd its plain For me to see that you my everything?aryJane MaryJane helps to ease the brain???hen you hang Through the seasons you aint never change???tayed the same Never seen what people seen in speed???ou became Naturally you everything we need???o the thang Do your thang baby true indeed Do your thang MaryJane Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Happy just to hear your name MaryJane do your thang Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
Scarface:
Money makes the world go round Money makes me do all things I do Hang with my homies smoke weed drink brew Ride down Belford one deep and ?? crew And money makes the world go round Money makes the world go round Living in a mansion one day with my wife Stack me up some papers these days one night If wind stop blowing these days than my sight Winds start blowing I'm paid trump tight Got to have papers these days in my life I got to have paper these days of my life Chorus: Repeat 6X |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
Scarface:
Money makes the world go round Money makes me do all things I do Hang with my homies smoke weed drink brew Ride down Belford one deep and ?? crew And money makes the world go round Money makes the world go round Living in a mansion one day with my wife Stack me up some papers these days one night If wind stop blowing these days than my sight Winds start blowing I'm paid trump tight Got to have papers these days in my life I got to have paper these days of my life Chorus: Repeat 6X |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
It's the return of the real nigga wit real shit
and when the smoke dies down its still a nigga left to deal wit This mutha fucker standin one deep solo exercising parts of the game but don't know I bring it to a mutha fucker full throttle and any mutha fucker want pain I brought the full bottle now take ya two of these and call me in the morning three times point blank range wit no warning Nigga I'm straight killa slash for show drama and every mutha fucker involved gon' face drama Punk I aint no mutha fucka rappin in song You bust your caps when you rap but I bust back at your dome bitch And this is always all day killa and bitches who be stressin me out I get rid of I'm still a guerilla in these goddamn streets walkin up on mutha fuckers and leavin 'em sleep Hook: (Cause if you gonna ride then we can ride) But 99.9 of the times you gon' die (Die mutha fucker die mutha fucker die) Mutha fuckers crowdin my space they gon' die I can't believe you hoes is playin wit this but since you mutha fuckers want drama I'll bring you this shit I got my dime down cocked and shined just a homie from the hood had the paper still I'm bout to grind What you thought this was nigga some studio gimmick a mutha fucker talking that shit but couldn't spend it-shit I come around this mutha fucker bending beads and dare one of you hoes to come and fuck wit me I'm real with it I'll warn you mutha fuckers again that if you step to me wit ho shit I'm turning you in Shocked-and shot wit five holes in your memory and when you headed for hell you gon' remember me The one MC who told you niggas once and after that he gave no warning he straight done him- punk I got my mind all made up to go off when bitches start to threaten my life I go off Take a walk on the wild side and all the coloreds go whoop whoop when I come down in my coupe And mutha fuckers hatin me come give it a try but 99.9 of the times you gon' die wit no warnin Dealing wit the killer wit the strap out No warnin -then All fo a sudden homie blacks out wit no warnin And now your dealing with your outer body energy all the pain you left in your life you still feeling me Everybody living must have thought it would change But living fast and dying young's a part of the game How can one spit the game so sure turned around and emptied his than wit no warning |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
It's the return of the real nigga wit real shit
and when the smoke dies down its still a nigga left to deal wit This mutha fucker standin one deep solo exercising parts of the game but don't know I bring it to a mutha fucker full throttle and any mutha fucker want pain I brought the full bottle now take ya two of these and call me in the morning three times point blank range wit no warning Nigga I'm straight killa slash for show drama and every mutha fucker involved gon' face drama Punk I aint no mutha fucka rappin in song You bust your caps when you rap but I bust back at your dome bitch And this is always all day killa and bitches who be stressin me out I get rid of I'm still a guerilla in these goddamn streets walkin up on mutha fuckers and leavin 'em sleep Hook: (Cause if you gonna ride then we can ride) But 99.9 of the times you gon' die (Die mutha fucker die mutha fucker die) Mutha fuckers crowdin my space they gon' die I can't believe you hoes is playin wit this but since you mutha fuckers want drama I'll bring you this shit I got my dime down cocked and shined just a homie from the hood had the paper still I'm bout to grind What you thought this was nigga some studio gimmick a mutha fucker talking that shit but couldn't spend it-shit I come around this mutha fucker bending beads and dare one of you hoes to come and fuck wit me I'm real with it I'll warn you mutha fuckers again that if you step to me wit ho shit I'm turning you in Shocked-and shot wit five holes in your memory and when you headed for hell you gon' remember me The one MC who told you niggas once and after that he gave no warning he straight done him- punk I got my mind all made up to go off when bitches start to threaten my life I go off Take a walk on the wild side and all the coloreds go whoop whoop when I come down in my coupe And mutha fuckers hatin me come give it a try but 99.9 of the times you gon' die wit no warnin Dealing wit the killer wit the strap out No warnin -then All fo a sudden homie blacks out wit no warnin And now your dealing with your outer body energy all the pain you left in your life you still feeling me Everybody living must have thought it would change But living fast and dying young's a part of the game How can one spit the game so sure turned around and emptied his than wit no warning |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
[ VERSE 1: Scarface ]
It's been a long time comin But now I'm back up in this bitch to hit these niggas with this gangsta shit I keep the strong rhymes runnin My shit don't switch, I'm 10 years in, and ain't changed one bit It's all about the real, nigga I keeps it real, nigga And won't sell out for ??? with Tommy Hilfiger Fucker, I figure niggas wanna see The side of society they don't see on TV So when I bring the shit, I bring the shit like I seen it And when I scream the shit, I sing the shit like I mean it No secret, these muthafuckas figure I'm a threat Cause I ain't fallin short to the traps the demon set Now sweat, cause now I got my head in your books And when I think 'cracker', my definition read 'crook' Now look, we're livin under laws that they set Back then we were treated like dogs and wasn't shit And slowly but surely the shit changed >From they fault, but if you black, then you get blamed A damn shame, that means this muthafucka's one-sided And blacks, we get lost in the sauce, because we unguided These muthafuckas had a plan from the start Get what they can get and rip they assholes apart They smart [ CHORUS: Devin / (Tony 'Scarface' Montana) ] They smart, man (Those guys...) You niggas better watch yo ass (..they're the bad guys) Them bastards they smart, man (Those guys...) It's up to us for how long we gon' last (..they're the bad guys) |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
[ VERSE 1: Scarface ]
It's been a long time comin But now I'm back up in this bitch to hit these niggas with this gangsta shit I keep the strong rhymes runnin My shit don't switch, I'm 10 years in, and ain't changed one bit It's all about the real, nigga I keeps it real, nigga And won't sell out for ??? with Tommy Hilfiger Fucker, I figure niggas wanna see The side of society they don't see on TV So when I bring the shit, I bring the shit like I seen it And when I scream the shit, I sing the shit like I mean it No secret, these muthafuckas figure I'm a threat Cause I ain't fallin short to the traps the demon set Now sweat, cause now I got my head in your books And when I think 'cracker', my definition read 'crook' Now look, we're livin under laws that they set Back then we were treated like dogs and wasn't shit And slowly but surely the shit changed >From they fault, but if you black, then you get blamed A damn shame, that means this muthafucka's one-sided And blacks, we get lost in the sauce, because we unguided These muthafuckas had a plan from the start Get what they can get and rip they assholes apart They smart [ CHORUS: Devin / (Tony 'Scarface' Montana) ] They smart, man (Those guys...) You niggas better watch yo ass (..they're the bad guys) Them bastards they smart, man (Those guys...) It's up to us for how long we gon' last (..they're the bad guys) |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
Intro: 2Pac
There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see that's gon' make it hard to smile in the future. But through whatever you see, through all the rain and the pain, you gotta keep your sense of humor. You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit. Remember that. Mmm, yeah. Keep ya head up.Yeah. Verse One: 2Pac Our lifestyles be close captioned addicted to fatal attractions Pictures of actions be played back in the midst of mashin' No fairy tales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary Here's a message to the newborns waitin' to breathe If you believe then you can achieve Just look at me Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on To all the seeds that follow me protect your essence Born with less, but you still precious Just smile for me now Chours: Johnny P, 2Pac Smiiiiiile for me , won't you smile (smile for me now) Just smiiiile (smile), smile for me (What cha lookin' all sad for? Nigga you black, smile for me now) Smiiiiiile for me (nigga you ain't got nothin' to be worried about) Won't you smile (no doubt, smile for me now) just smiiiiile (And the next generation) Verse Two: Scarface Now as I open up my story with the blaze a your blunts And you can picture thoughts slowly up on phrases I wrote And I can walk you through the days that I done I often wish that I could save everyone but I'm a dreamer Have you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game overlookin' his tomorrows and they finally came? Look back on childhood memories and I'm still feelin' the pain Turnin' circles in my life came to dealin' cocaine To many hassles in my local life, survivin' the strain And a man without a focus, life could drive him insane Stuck inside a ghetto fantasy hopin' it'd change But when I focus on reality we broke and in chains Had a dream of livin' wealthy and makin' it big Over football chose to cook raw, and takin' a gig And after all my momma's thankin' God for blessin' the child All my momma gots to do now is collect it and smile Smile Chorus (without 2pac) Verse Three: 2Pac Fuck the world as we ???? and witness furious speeds of unaswered questions keep us all stressin', curious G's Backstabbed and bleedin', fuckin' thoughts laced with weed Learnin', duckin' stray shots, bullets be hot, they burnin' Inhalin' sherm smoke, visualized the flames Will I be smothered by my own pain? Strange whispers, cowards conversate, so quick to dis us Takin' pictures for the feds, and desperate hopes they'd get us Hit us off, give us plenty centuries, forgive my sins Since I ain't in many penitenturies the best revenge is fuck friends We military minded soldiers, bustin' shots blindly Tryin' to find Jehovah to help me Somebody save me Lost and crazy, scared to drop a seed hopin' I ain't cursed my babies Maybe now niggas feel me now, picture my pain embrace my words make the world change And still I smile nigga (Scarface talking) And now a moment of silence, let us pray And as you journey into outerspace may the angels help to lead the way May the prayers that the families made shine up on your soul to keep you safe And all the homies that done passed away Be there to greet you as you pass the gates And as you headed to the tunnel's light I hope it leads to eternal life Can we say a prayer for our homie 'Pac? Smile (Smile for me) (All ya need to do is smile) (Woooo smile for me) (Come on smile for me) |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
Intro: 2Pac
There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see that's gon' make it hard to smile in the future. But through whatever you see, through all the rain and the pain, you gotta keep your sense of humor. You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit. Remember that. Mmm, yeah. Keep ya head up.Yeah. Verse One: 2Pac Our lifestyles be close captioned addicted to fatal attractions Pictures of actions be played back in the midst of mashin' No fairy tales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary Here's a message to the newborns waitin' to breathe If you believe then you can achieve Just look at me Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on To all the seeds that follow me protect your essence Born with less, but you still precious Just smile for me now Chours: Johnny P, 2Pac Smiiiiiile for me , won't you smile (smile for me now) Just smiiiile (smile), smile for me (What cha lookin' all sad for? Nigga you black, smile for me now) Smiiiiiile for me (nigga you ain't got nothin' to be worried about) Won't you smile (no doubt, smile for me now) just smiiiiile (And the next generation) Verse Two: Scarface Now as I open up my story with the blaze a your blunts And you can picture thoughts slowly up on phrases I wrote And I can walk you through the days that I done I often wish that I could save everyone but I'm a dreamer Have you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game overlookin' his tomorrows and they finally came? Look back on childhood memories and I'm still feelin' the pain Turnin' circles in my life came to dealin' cocaine To many hassles in my local life, survivin' the strain And a man without a focus, life could drive him insane Stuck inside a ghetto fantasy hopin' it'd change But when I focus on reality we broke and in chains Had a dream of livin' wealthy and makin' it big Over football chose to cook raw, and takin' a gig And after all my momma's thankin' God for blessin' the child All my momma gots to do now is collect it and smile Smile Chorus (without 2pac) Verse Three: 2Pac Fuck the world as we ???? and witness furious speeds of unaswered questions keep us all stressin', curious G's Backstabbed and bleedin', fuckin' thoughts laced with weed Learnin', duckin' stray shots, bullets be hot, they burnin' Inhalin' sherm smoke, visualized the flames Will I be smothered by my own pain? Strange whispers, cowards conversate, so quick to dis us Takin' pictures for the feds, and desperate hopes they'd get us Hit us off, give us plenty centuries, forgive my sins Since I ain't in many penitenturies the best revenge is fuck friends We military minded soldiers, bustin' shots blindly Tryin' to find Jehovah to help me Somebody save me Lost and crazy, scared to drop a seed hopin' I ain't cursed my babies Maybe now niggas feel me now, picture my pain embrace my words make the world change And still I smile nigga (Scarface talking) And now a moment of silence, let us pray And as you journey into outerspace may the angels help to lead the way May the prayers that the families made shine up on your soul to keep you safe And all the homies that done passed away Be there to greet you as you pass the gates And as you headed to the tunnel's light I hope it leads to eternal life Can we say a prayer for our homie 'Pac? Smile (Smile for me) (All ya need to do is smile) (Woooo smile for me) (Come on smile for me) |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
Alright let's ride
I spit my day right off a holiday broke and disgusted With out enough money to buy food but I'm smoking so fuck it Hit the school yard I would hard because I am larger then life Close smokey eyes shining cause I am high as a kite fuck it High school teachers I am a man of respect South acres baby gangstas the man of respect Fuck the school vice principal he shieved I'm leaving Told my momma about my dope case and my momma believed him Now my daddy got a problem with my edu-cation So shy where the fuck mine let him know what they facin Got the doctors who studied this but niggaz would doubt it Probably take shrink at night time then you out of it (trust me) I see the same thing flash change violent And mother fuckers caught in that chain remain silent So why you figure I've be standing here shaking Because the devils is close to taking me but I can't face him (oooooh) My soul is controlled by the blessings of god Still scared to walk the first ground because the devil is in charge Somebody help the lord soul find saviour Cause I'm standing on the corner with a tech nine for the hole behaviour They want to take me out the game like rider But you youngstas better stop and peep game because my game wider I send this out to thoose who thought that they cook Cold as fuck when it came to the game and my game done Southside south south side, south side south south side south side south south side South side south south side you know what I am saying |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
Meanwhile, on the Southside of town...
[Chorus] Southside, the south, southside (8X) [Scarface] Now what you niggas know about the dirty South Nigga you spit the wrong shit you gettin' spurred in the mouth Southside, let the spotlight shine, heat 'em up Introduce 'em to the glock 1-9, beat 'em up Who in the muthafuckin' house y'all, the Gulf Coast Sippin' blurbs, we perb on, serve and get a smoke Eyes bleedin' from the brown shit The porch thick as you could ever fuk around wit And shut you down, bitch I represent from all angles of the south From S.A. to M-I-A, we in the house Knockin' busta muthafuckas out So what you sayin' If you for real about this Goddamn game You'd say you playin' So what you claimin' Peep the game that's bein' spit Tell dem niggas who ain't listenin' That Southside's the shit I'm screamin' "Dirty South" While I'm chuckin' up my deuce Dedicated to my down ass niggas The South trues, the Southside [Chorus] [Devin] Southside, nigga what, nigga southside Bitches come a dime from outta town With they mouth wide open Scopin' out the popped trunks, trippin' Off the candy paint, drippin' Elbows and vogues slippin' Lookin' for sumtin' to happen And thinkin' that these streets are cool And I'm the fool to show 'em 'round 'Cuz I be rappin' That's when I let 'em know Hoe, there's no southern hospitality 'Cuz when dey get here Then the southern fatality I ball Wit a group of niggas when it's time to do a job Fuck these groupie bitches smokin' drankin' with the squad Because it gets crazy after dark They keep they hands on they gun From 5th ward to South Park The Southside [Chorus] [Tela] Bitches and hoes, jewelry and clothes Money to fold, afterparties and shows That's how it goes in this dirty hole Southside muthafuckas need to let 'em know that uhh (Niggas ain't playin' in Texas) Even our bitches be bouncin' in bubble Lexus In the 'llac, in the back, wit yack That's our thang Niggas got game and you slang like main I been around the world and I-I-I-I Love my Southside niggas I don't know man I don't know why, why We some live ass niggas Makes no sense how they pimp in the Chi I'm gone ball from the H to the M 'til I die A-T-L, what the hell, you know Atlanta be live In between New Orleans, shit , we 'bout it and high Come on |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
verse 1:
He wanted drama so I brought him pain wadadadang listen to my nine millimeter go bang out goes your brains; feel the motherfuckin terror and you ain't felt the comin of death like this ever you paused; and now I got a Colt 45 semiautomatic explodin between your eyes; surprise you never thought your yesterdays would come back to haunt you but believe me, I've come back to haunt you I'm bout to bring your dog days to you mista cause rules in the streets you come off we come get ya and hit ya'; and I done let you slide a few times but eventually you gots to die in due time sunshine chorus:(x2) sunshine everybody needs sunshine my life, my life, my life verse: his mama must've got the news the little boy that she gave birth to was on of them niggas they pulled out the room and all my other little homies stood shocked while they watched my other little homie bleed non-stop on the other side of sorrow is a father being torn apart by the sight of his son's lying in the morgue he mourned cuz now he got to deal with the fact that his child is gone and tears can't bring him back turn on the T.V. and seen the unabomber I flew to D.C., still they got no karma and everybody say they think its all gonna change you paint me pictures, but they all look the same its strange, I'm standin in my own frame of thought remainin in the street game framin which I was taught I was taught to always keep my eyes open wide cause in these streets you got to ride or you die I've seen a child born and I've seen a man die can't live forever and I understand why so when your time comes will you crawl or be brave and in between judgement will you fall or be saved sunshine chorus verse 3: tears rolled town his face as he stared at his potna with his chest full of holes and his head full of coppa broke his ass off something propa; he's in the morgue with his brains in a shitbag and a toetag on-gone this motherfucka must've thought he was a cat and had nine lives but ended up on his back and then the reaper came and took control of your mind and you can't think you got a hole in your mind you dyin' and can't nobody bring you out your coma when this nigga brought the end and turned the lights out for ya see ya and I wouldn't want to be in your position cause starin' the shaft of a strap and you the mission means one thing you let a mothafucka catch you on the sneak tip and put your ass off in some deep shit; got the deep six and everybody sad sendin' flowers to your ceremony they lost thier motherfuckin' homey damn Audi 5 on some dumb shit and motherfuckers steady riskin their safety behind this dumb shit but I refuse to give a nigga mine I give a nigga nine chorus |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
verse 1:
He wanted drama so I brought him pain wadadadang listen to my nine millimeter go bang out goes your brains; feel the motherfuckin terror and you ain't felt the comin of death like this ever you paused; and now I got a Colt 45 semiautomatic explodin between your eyes; surprise you never thought your yesterdays would come back to haunt you but believe me, I've come back to haunt you I'm bout to bring your dog days to you mista cause rules in the streets you come off we come get ya and hit ya'; and I done let you slide a few times but eventually you gots to die in due time sunshine chorus:(x2) sunshine everybody needs sunshine my life, my life, my life verse: his mama must've got the news the little boy that she gave birth to was on of them niggas they pulled out the room and all my other little homies stood shocked while they watched my other little homie bleed non-stop on the other side of sorrow is a father being torn apart by the sight of his son's lying in the morgue he mourned cuz now he got to deal with the fact that his child is gone and tears can't bring him back turn on the T.V. and seen the unabomber I flew to D.C., still they got no karma and everybody say they think its all gonna change you paint me pictures, but they all look the same its strange, I'm standin in my own frame of thought remainin in the street game framin which I was taught I was taught to always keep my eyes open wide cause in these streets you got to ride or you die I've seen a child born and I've seen a man die can't live forever and I understand why so when your time comes will you crawl or be brave and in between judgement will you fall or be saved sunshine chorus verse 3: tears rolled town his face as he stared at his potna with his chest full of holes and his head full of coppa broke his ass off something propa; he's in the morgue with his brains in a shitbag and a toetag on-gone this motherfucka must've thought he was a cat and had nine lives but ended up on his back and then the reaper came and took control of your mind and you can't think you got a hole in your mind you dyin' and can't nobody bring you out your coma when this nigga brought the end and turned the lights out for ya see ya and I wouldn't want to be in your position cause starin' the shaft of a strap and you the mission means one thing you let a mothafucka catch you on the sneak tip and put your ass off in some deep shit; got the deep six and everybody sad sendin' flowers to your ceremony they lost thier motherfuckin' homey damn Audi 5 on some dumb shit and motherfuckers steady riskin their safety behind this dumb shit but I refuse to give a nigga mine I give a nigga nine chorus |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
Its on and once again I come to you wit rough shit
Game to bust shit when mutha fuckers wanna fuck wit The mastermind will bring it once I seen it in light Awaken by the sounds of niggas screamin' at night Cover your eyes I leave you face to face with your maker the time taker intend your mind so now I break ya No runnin' from it you should've ran before I done it cause now I got this loaded twelve gage against your stomach You scarred for life and your whole high life's invited burned alive its all for real so tonight I ignite and leave you all face down to die with no will to live I can see the fear in your eyes No warning surprise nigga I come for taking Your soul for satan watching' every move that your making Your sure mistaken if you a ho before I turn out Walking away I'll heat you up and leave you burnt out-nigga I'm hard to kill cause I refuse to die and can't no man born of woman alive kill me I'm Untouchable Un-touch a-ble out here baby (I'm untouchable) Un-touch a-ble out here baby (I'm unfuckable) Un-touch a-ble out here baby Un-touch a-ble out here baby It's danger I'm standin' in the footsteps of danger wit a loaded Mac 11 stripped wit rips in the chamber The anger I aim the barrel of the hanger deep into the mind of this mutha fuckin stranger I change ya outlook on living and I leave ya frozen starin' into space shakin' seizuring I told ya the southside niggas roll deep I showed ya the northside niggas don't sleep Ya beat I'm coming down shootin up your section you are now witnessing the gangster shit pure perfection I'm old school O.G. niggas know me from slanging' eightballs uncooked to moving whole keys Now why these niggas wanna test my skills I'm a killa and I chastise steel To mix and mingle with this millionaire status and send a mutha fucker to hell when he fuck with Brad-it's the killer instinct that never left me the southside still true to the game little lefty is back wit shit that mutha fuckers can't fade rhyming but still you mutha fuckers aint paid So how can one try to see the unseen Before you step your ass to the square know one thing It's closed curtain we leavin' mutha fuckers hurtin' It's Rap-a-Lot Mafia life we all workin' Punk we shut you down before you get it started You can hate it but I'm goin' get mines and that's regardless- bitch I got these niggas boo-hooin' like hoes Jealous of the game I obtain and I chose to exercise to the best of my ability It aint no mutha fuckin' kill me I'm Untouchable Un-touch a-ble out here baby (I'm untouchable) Un-touch a-ble out here baby Un-touch a-ble out here baby (Unfuckable) Un-touch a-ble out here baby |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
Its on and once again I come to you wit rough shit
Game to bust shit when mutha fuckers wanna fuck wit The mastermind will bring it once I seen it in light Awaken by the sounds of niggas screamin' at night Cover your eyes I leave you face to face with your maker the time taker intend your mind so now I break ya No runnin' from it you should've ran before I done it cause now I got this loaded twelve gage against your stomach You scarred for life and your whole high life's invited burned alive its all for real so tonight I ignite and leave you all face down to die with no will to live I can see the fear in your eyes No warning surprise nigga I come for taking Your soul for satan watching' every move that your making Your sure mistaken if you a ho before I turn out Walking away I'll heat you up and leave you burnt out-nigga I'm hard to kill cause I refuse to die and can't no man born of woman alive kill me I'm Untouchable Un-touch a-ble out here baby (I'm untouchable) Un-touch a-ble out here baby (I'm unfuckable) Un-touch a-ble out here baby Un-touch a-ble out here baby It's danger I'm standin' in the footsteps of danger wit a loaded Mac 11 stripped wit rips in the chamber The anger I aim the barrel of the hanger deep into the mind of this mutha fuckin stranger I change ya outlook on living and I leave ya frozen starin' into space shakin' seizuring I told ya the southside niggas roll deep I showed ya the northside niggas don't sleep Ya beat I'm coming down shootin up your section you are now witnessing the gangster shit pure perfection I'm old school O.G. niggas know me from slanging' eightballs uncooked to moving whole keys Now why these niggas wanna test my skills I'm a killa and I chastise steel To mix and mingle with this millionaire status and send a mutha fucker to hell when he fuck with Brad-it's the killer instinct that never left me the southside still true to the game little lefty is back wit shit that mutha fuckers can't fade rhyming but still you mutha fuckers aint paid So how can one try to see the unseen Before you step your ass to the square know one thing It's closed curtain we leavin' mutha fuckers hurtin' It's Rap-a-Lot Mafia life we all workin' Punk we shut you down before you get it started You can hate it but I'm goin' get mines and that's regardless- bitch I got these niggas boo-hooin' like hoes Jealous of the game I obtain and I chose to exercise to the best of my ability It aint no mutha fuckin' kill me I'm Untouchable Un-touch a-ble out here baby (I'm untouchable) Un-touch a-ble out here baby Un-touch a-ble out here baby (Unfuckable) Un-touch a-ble out here baby |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
One up for the hustlers and two times for the mathematics
Long as I can grind I'm scratching Stacking cause moneys got a funny way of finding Your ass this coming out your account when you start the climbing and blindly got you on a major chase for paper And now you got your eyes on my vault tryin' to take my paper The vapors will leave niggas wit dreams to face satan I'm pacin' with infa-red beams just waiting Hatin' and I don't cause the conversation He spoke wit his killer but now he's got to face him Racin cause off in these streets you aint promised tomorrow So if you bring pain I bring sorrow I warn you aint never been down to die slowly Surely I got niggas down to die for me You owe me and I want it all and that's that Bitch you got to pay wit your life not scratch chorus: Don't want no money I want your life Don't want no money I want your life We straight niggas roll subtractors gettin down aint no factor We just like boys in the hood wit no actors Jack you got niggas dow to come find you and heat your ass up and leave your yesterdays behind you Remind you a niggas definition means killa if he out of paper he gots to go bring the skrilla Stretch you aint never seen drama like I can bring it I'll wet you and leave you face down for no reason I seen it- aint many ways that you can change it I'm dangerous society got me stamped so I'm gon' blame it Aiming and if you cal canning at the planet Stampin' any muther fucker left standin is stranded And I want it all and that's that Bitch you got to play wit your life not scratch |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
One up for the hustlers and two times for the mathematics
Long as I can grind I'm scratching Stacking cause moneys got a funny way of finding Your ass this coming out your account when you start the climbing and blindly got you on a major chase for paper And now you got your eyes on my vault tryin' to take my paper The vapors will leave niggas wit dreams to face satan I'm pacin' with infa-red beams just waiting Hatin' and I don't cause the conversation He spoke wit his killer but now he's got to face him Racin cause off in these streets you aint promised tomorrow So if you bring pain I bring sorrow I warn you aint never been down to die slowly Surely I got niggas down to die for me You owe me and I want it all and that's that Bitch you got to pay wit your life not scratch chorus: Don't want no money I want your life Don't want no money I want your life We straight niggas roll subtractors gettin down aint no factor We just like boys in the hood wit no actors Jack you got niggas dow to come find you and heat your ass up and leave your yesterdays behind you Remind you a niggas definition means killa if he out of paper he gots to go bring the skrilla Stretch you aint never seen drama like I can bring it I'll wet you and leave you face down for no reason I seen it- aint many ways that you can change it I'm dangerous society got me stamped so I'm gon' blame it Aiming and if you cal canning at the planet Stampin' any muther fucker left standin is stranded And I want it all and that's that Bitch you got to play wit your life not scratch |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Now the funeral is over and all the tears are dried up
Niggas hangin deep on the cut gettin fired up Lookin for the nigga who pulled his pistol on my homie An eye for an eye, so now your life is what you owe me Look deep into the eyes of your muthafuckin killer I want you to witness your muthafuckin murder, nigga And since you wants to kill, then your ass has got to fry But ain't no police, therefore your ass has gots to die We play the game for keeps and if you slept I guess you sleep You sho nuff fucked and now your ass is six feet deep Cause where I come from, yo, everybody's got a gat And niggas try your ass just to see where you got your heart at And if your shit is flimsy, then your ass is gonna bend And like I said before there'll be no tears in the end I'm rollin through your hood, now my heart is filled with anger You at your sister's house and now your sister's life in danger (By a total stranger) with the ?kanga? Niggas wanna bang ya and hang ya Sting ya with one up in the chamber Let's take a trip up Holloway So you can see how many niggas in my hood is down to die today We standin up for our own shit And if you outside the click, then you die, bitch It ain't no love in this muthafucka It ain't no love for yourself or your other brother Because we real with this shit, so we stay true And since we bang, we do what O.G.'s say do I've got the mind of the man in the mirror So I'm lookin at me vaguely But I can't seem to fade me I've got my pistol pon cock Ready to lay shots non-stop Until I see your monkey-ass drop And let your homies know who done it Cause when it comes to this gangsta shit you muthafuckas know who run it So when you put this muthafucka to the test You gotta realize somethin, nigga: (you fuckin with the very best) I've got this killer up inside of me I can't talk to my mother, so I talk to my diary I'm goin off on the deep end I find myself face to face with myself while I'm sleepin I see your picture in my head and my hand shake You can run, you can hide, but there's no escape My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy I got to get this muthafucka before he gets to me So in your own blood you'll bathe And I won't stop until I put this muthafucka in his fuckin grave And I can say this once again You can cry but you'll still die, there'll be no tears in the end |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
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 Beanie Sigel - The Truth (2000)
(Scarface)
Beanie Whats up Baby (Beanie) Whats Happening (Face) Sigel (Scarface) What ' bout to get off baby We fittin' to get off (Beanie) Ay yo what we goin to do on this shit man (Scarface) Lets wreck this motherfucker baby whats happenin' What You want to do nigga? (Beanie) I.. I wanna.. I Wanna Smash it (Smash) Back and forth Back and forth (Scarface) Lets do it What you Wanna hear? (Beanie) I wanna hear some of that ol' that ol' Dear Diary (Dear Diary) Mr.... Mr. Scarface Some of that old shit (Scarface) You ready (Beanie) Yeah I'm ready (Beanie) I locks and load Cock and spray Hit you niggas from a block away SK to the Stockaway Cause I know how to hold that shit Empty the can with one hand and reload that shit (Scarface) Give 'em the full clip These niggas is bullshit Been talkin' big six but scared as fuck when I pulled it Now eat this motherfuckin' bullet These niggas got some pussy in 'em See I got them pissin in they denim (Beanie) Man you fuckin with a stash raper Duct taper Fuck you police and fuck neighbors Move to smooth don't duck or try to shake us 2P89 ruge so don't tuck paper (Scarface) You heard what the man said Bitch now un ask it I got to have it When hitin' licks I'm a savage You hoes is plastic I got a semi automatic pointed at your ass Slowin me down gets you blasted (Beanie) For your chunk I'll trunk your folks It aint shit for mac to grip the gat and put the pump to work Call your bluff run in your spot with a detective suit Got you cuffed bout to show you what this tech will do (Scarface) You must of thought that we was friendly when we told you we was rappers We Jackers We want the money Thats what we after We want the package Under the god damn mattress And if the brain splatters don't matter Thats what we practice (Beanie) Blast the rocket Knock off your leg Tear through your forearm Sit you in a chair make your niggas call you short arm Pelets in your hand You'll never put shorts on Aint shit fair when you got to get your war on (Scarface) So why don't you come out and play Make my mother fuckin' day Y'all niggas cotton Potatoes like augrotten We niggas plottin' To hit your stash and leave you rotten (Beanie) I done bust slugs from all types of shit I have your ass plugged up to all types of shit And I show you dog how your life can get And every thing all real fuck what you might can get (Scarface) Cause nothin needs to be said something needs to be done B give me a ciggarette I think I need one Cause in bout 15 seconds I'm a set the motherfuckin' alarm off And shoot this motherfuckers arm off (Beanie) You niggas better smartin up Act like mac won't come through and spark shit up Where the fuck you get heart from Little bitch ass nigga started commin' out the fuckin dark from (Scarface) I done told you I'm the only nigga pushin' weight And for another nigga to try to take my place is in the wake It's time I retaliate I'll make you mother fuckers pay Now point me to the motherfuckin' yay (Beanie) You lookin at a sick bastard This stick up shit I got it mastered Glove and ski mask it Any body move a lick gettin' blasted When I'm in the crib for yoour shit and a thick plastic (Scarface) I got this duck tape stuck in my pocket for one reason You can stop screamin' stop squermin' or stop breathin' Cause I didn't come here to stay or play your babysitter I came here to split your mother fuckin wig nigga (Beanie) If your block gettin money nigga I want in Run it in Before I run in Your spot 200 glocks and 100 men Droppin' More shells than run and 'em (Scarface) Actin Bad Smash a nigga stash and mash Snatch the bag Bust him in his ass and dash Un cock the mag Kill him I don't need no mask We Identify each other nigga Mac and Brad (Beanie) Who you know but Mac and Brad Come through all black no mask and crash your pad 8 clips 4 hammers desert eagle the place Nobody but Sigel and Face You Feel that (Spoken) Yeah nigga thats what I'm talkin about I know you not tired (Scarface) I'm Through I'm tired and I'm out this motherfucker (Beanie) Yo I spit so real so my boys can eat You got the nerve to have a deal and just noise on beats Little suburb nigga never saw the streets Silver spoon ass nigga never drawed your heat I keep it the truth whats all the fakin' for God dam every week I got to break a jaw And you wonder why I smack up niggas Shit it's either that or Macs gonna clap up niggas What ya'll want me to do hunh soften up so my raps can start to soften up Shit never that Dog forever my baretta cat Hittin' niggas in they fitted cap where the letters at I told ya'll that the truth in here Recognize hottest thing in a booth in here The Gooch in here Ay yo it's over in here God damn somebody bring me some juice in here (Scarface) I used to be a drug dealer Hangin in the cut sellin' dime rocks Gettin' cash to eat with Punchin' a time clock In the ghetto makin' small change Slingin' till the sun up Got to pay my phone bill focusing on the come up Got 6 shots numbers strait Crank bout 38 Big boys trippin' on me tryin' to nigga hate This 17 year old Tony Montana type Aint never did the killin' but still I'm lovin the drama right Undercovers pass by thinkin I don't know the truth Makin niggas these offers they know these niggas can't refuse (Fade To end) |
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from Scarface - The Last of A Dying Breed (2000)
(feat. Redman, Napoleon)
[Redman] I got a headache this big... Word up.. word up.. word up.. It's kinda hot in here Haha (word up) Brick City (word up) Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo It can't be! P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo' (Bla bla...) I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars I pull cards like Vegas Clap my hands then walk away from the table with ya payment (How I'm paid?) Niggaz are barely a village I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance & Phillip A man or gorilla (ahh ahh) my cap toot back like Fred So white bitches jump on my +Limp Bizkit+ and yell "You niggaz know you can't fuck around" Haha yeah, you see me, you be duckin up and down (Yo yo yo) Super Lex, cop a thing-thing Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng Fuck ya brains out hold when Al Green sings When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it I got the next bitch rockin ya birthday present News at 11, Scarface and Doc From Bricks to South Park we say, "FUCK THE COPS!!" [Hook: Redman] Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me, you be yuckin duckin up and down What, these niggaz know they can't fuck around What, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me in the streets, you be duckin up and down Nigga, you niggaz know you can't fuck around Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around [Scarface] As I, bring it to ya one more time From a state where we stole weight, and dough mind dine And we don't tote six-shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 Hit the other side of sixteen and getcha mind blown Fo sho', it's a different vibe from being downtown then when ya come into the ghetto and ya can't come back out I seen the ghetto shut down, seen niggaz shot up Seen niggaz get knocked the fuck out and never got up The neighborhood paralyzed, crack drive-bys It's evident we hurt, you ignored our cry On the outside the ghetto just another mindstate And import more minorities to help the crime rate I ain't lookin for a job, fuck workin the part-time when we could come up on some dough, with good combs and slang dimes I see this all the Goddamn time - it's fucked up and it's the truth Nevermind the shooter on the roof It's a war goin on right here, where we at I can't complain about what I can't change, so why dap? Dropped outta high school in tenth grade so I rapped But still, can't seem to get this monkey off my back Fuck it, I pulled a few moves and ride for the streets And when I start to feel like this, don't fuck with me! [Hook] [Young Noble] Yo, Young Noble Outlaw, spittin shit with 'Face and Red Bear looped out flows and you can taste the wet Place ya bet, young nigga ace the test You say Nob' got a old soul, blame the vets Flurp shit from the earth bitch, cradle to grave Burnt shit from the fingertips, able to spray Nigga ya mind playin tricks on you Ya drew down, but ya nine won't spit for you And ain't nobody got no hostle clips for you You in the mix but ain't nobody doin shit for you It's gon' be Hell for hustler, while your neck spoil you With the same clip you had last week and niggaz know I know the real, that's why the fag don't speak And I ain't even peak yet, without the heat yet Holla my street yet, cuz I be the beef yet I'm hittin these niggaz hard, I ain't even eat yet or felt defeat yet, I melt the weak yet Lyrical breathe death - we thugs nigga what we take slugs to the gut Patch 'em up, hit the Bricks, it's time for our lunch Outlawz, Dirty Mob motherfucker! [Hook] - 2X |
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from Scarface - The Last of A Dying Breed (2000)
Artist/Band: Earle Steve
Lyrics for Song: Conspiracy Theory Lyrics for Album: Jerusalem What if I told you it was done with mirrors What if I showed you it was all a lie Better be careful, someone might hear ya The walls have ears and the sky has eyes What if I said you were only dreamin' What you wanna bet that all you gotta do Is open up your eyes and you will wake up screamin' When you realize that it's all come true chorus Hush, now don't you believe it Cover your head and close your eyes Now, take it or leave it Go back to bed Now don't you cry Half a million soldiers fly across the water One in ten are never comin' back again Fifty thousand sons who never grew to fathers Don't you ever wonder who they might have been What if you could've been there on that day in Dallas What if you could wrestle back the hands of time Maybe somethin' could've been done in Memphis We wouldn't be livin' in a dream that's died chorus Go on and tell yourself again there are no secrets Go on and tell yourself that you don't want to know It's best that you believe that you don't hear the footsteps That follow you around no matter where you go Maybe you were thinkin' that it didn't matter Maybe you believed nobody else would care But once you've added every little lie together You finally find the truth was always waiting there chorus x 2 chorus (fades) |
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from Scarface - The Last of A Dying Breed (2000)
(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 Scarface - The Last of A Dying Breed (2000)
(feat. Too $hort, Devin)
(Scarface) Hotel, motel, deep up in a hoe's tail Pussy smellin sweeter than a half a key a dope smell Knock that top back, told her I'd be right back Nigga where your wife at, y'all niggas don't like that I bring a bitch the rough shit, you be on some love shit Kiss and hold and hug shit, she be wantin thug dick You winin, and dinin, puttin all ya time in I be into windin, knockin out the linen Silk pink panties, but she can't understand me I be buyin condoms, you be buyin candy She love you, lust me, gansta shit, it must be All the while you spoilin that bitch, so thinkin 'fuck me' Hard for you to see that, 'cause you be on that weak rap "Ay, can I get some roses please?", nigga where your 'G' at A gentleman, fuck that, wearin suits, what's that? You hit the hoe she lay there, I hit the bitch she fuck back Makin voices, noises, voices and noises (moaning) But when she do, I send her home to you Pussy hole swole up, everytime she roll up (Hook - Devin) (Nasty) I'm slippin in and out ya girl (Nasty) Pussy all around the world (Nasty) Stickin my dick up in and out ya girl (So nasty) Pussy all around the world (Devin) Now I admit, I didn't put my prick up ya gal She saves her pussy for you, she's just my dick sucking pal She tells me her problem, I like to listen and learn And I don't mind because she's always got a Swisher to burn And a six-pack, I sit back, chill while she drives With her skirt pulled down and her panties to the side Wanna smoke, what's up, open up the glove compartment Grab the Swisher, kiss her, get my lighter and spark it Don't know how she do it nigga but when she be drivin She be slobbin and bobbin while she's givin me noggin And I've been, tryin to tell myself to chill But I find myself just takin the wheel (Hook) 2x (Too $hort) She followed me to the bathroom, and I ain't have to pee I'm at the club tryin to do this little nasty freak I met last week, you know the panties drop quick She suck dick with two hands and a whole lotta spit Average niggas get nervous around the bitch Lick between her legs and run circles 'round her clit Fall in love, she'll make your mind a wreck When she lay on her back, and put her legs behind her neck Sperm drinker, come in her mouth, she keeps suckin it It's too sensitive, have a nigga sayin 'fuck this shit, bitch, can I have my dick back' You don't wanna hit that, you don't wanna be inside that kit-cat She's too nasty, but I like that Pussy have you right back, fuck where your wife's at It's hard for you to fight that Long throat, nut-gobblin bitch with a tight cat Gettin head in a white 'Lac, bitch (Hook) 4x |
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from Scarface - The Last of A Dying Breed (2000)
[Verse 1]
It was a cold morning, gloomy, sun barely shining Figured it was gon rain today, so i'm in Sit around the house until the thunder storms slacks off Look at my nightstand, and pick the paper back up Nostradamus, I'm readin chapter, after chapter Predictions of the end of world, and after Life, wit no beginning, as the world stops spinning ?as a journey that's never ending I glance at my baby boy, I can see this in his eyes The little nigga glad to be alive And as the days go by, I thank god for watchin mines Prayin that I remained in fire The same man that I was, which starts from the other mind phrase Was it the cash I think my time came For me to venture off into different demensions The beginning, the endind, of my time [Chorus: 1x] What we fail to realize Is that we runnin outta time Do we ever be born again In my time of dying It's like i'm runnin outta time Will I ever be born again [Verse 2] In my time, I try to stay true steps on the game And if you nigga's thinkin like me, do the same Which is one minute ya smilin, the next ya start cryin Cause we can't accept we born to die And I, ease my edge, and be a nigga to the end But it's more to life then me and my benz When my mama told to speak to my friends I kinda took that shit to heart So don't fuck up your life, 'fore it starts Some nigga's wanna be like Mike I'd rather be like Christ(like christ) So at the end, i'll see bright lights(bright lights) I save a prayer for the fallen soldier's Too many nigga's died young, for tryna to hang On the slaim's of our slums And outcome, as mommy neals, sittin on the front row Hopin god will accept your soul The new millienium, and as I sit watch the distance Ships walk the horizon, I'll stare into space while i'm drivin And pray for me, all the ends of my sins The beginning, the end, of my time, till i'm born again [Chorus: 1x] [Verse 3] In my time, I've seen life born, and I been blessed Enough to see life lossed, it's just the price life cost And shortly, explain my born, I know i'm born to do it wrong So when i'm gone, life goes on Tell my mother, when she on the front row, hold her head up Shed no tears, and dred those years Smile, and even though my whole life's been a po'ball You did your's, and it's not your fault Tell my grandmother those words too She knows i'm headed to a better place That'll put a smile on my wife's face God's graced the evil spirit that surronded me And pass me, and anytime it could'a had me But when it all went wrong, sung the same ol' song Now it's peace after the storm blew on And??, it's the better life, security for your's and mines What the evil lies, and not so guide In my time, it's been times, I would've stopped and called the quits But I might as well sit until it's over wit Eath to earth, and ashes to ashes, dust to dust It's the lord I trust The territory where I come from, so I guess it'll be when I return No sorrow, it was just my turn And in those, last trumphet sounds, put me down in the ground But i'll proably be at home by now And it's help will change(these helps will be changed) Blinking of a eye, but I don't think I'll get to see that In my time, till i'm born again [Scarface talking] It's changed, when we born And how we born from woman We born, from the spirit, of life And all our flesh remains And not, by the flesh of man And not by the flesh of man Do not believe that [Chorus until fade] |
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from Scarface - The Last of A Dying Breed (2000)
[Scarface]
Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see Do you think I'm cra-zy??? (AAAAAGHHH!! Just bein me) Sometimes I wanna die, maybe I'll be free Free from all this bullshit that's constantly surroundin me (I can feel it in my head) I see when I'm asleep I don't wish to discustin, cause it done been too deep I'm tired of bein' stepped on, and past around like weed Look me in my eyes (Look me in my eyes) and tell me what you see (and tell me what you see) Can you see my future, and what lies down the line? Is it just my test, or is it just my time? Time for me to pay, for all the wrong I've did I forgot to be picked off, when I was just a kid A poison in my mind, tryin to find relief But I can't get no peace, cause Shoemaukers been chasin me Tryin' to set me up, bustin down my streets Blockin' up my door, to see if he can catch me But I don't sell no dope, so f**k what niggas say F**k Ronnie Carbone(?), and f**k the D.E.A. And f**k these undercovers, that lock me up for weed You can search me all you want to, but you won't find no cheese And I ain't finna snitch, cause I don't know a thang Don't ask me shit bout Steve, don't ask me shit bout Jane I know you crackrs pissed off, I can see it in your eyes I'm down with Rap-A-Lot, until the day that I die (Until the day that I die) So f**k you in ya asses, you know it's all a lie You just wanna destroy me, just like you did my guy But now I must expose you, and tell my boys the truth Listen up my niggaz: "The F.B.I. been watchin' you" Especially if you black, and tryin to leave the streets And get off in this music, you see the way they doin me Runnin in my crib, makin niggaz lie Nigga get a scapegoat and take this 25 You know I ain't no dopeboy, ain't never been a mule I admit I use to sell rocks, but that was back in school Now I just do music, and smoke a little weed but not enough to run a dope house, so why you f**k with me? [Chorus] Look me in my eyes! Will you look in my eyes, and tell me do you see what I see?(My eyes!) Will you look in my eyes, and tell me do you see a Geeeeeeeee? [Scarface] Look me in my eyes, I've told all I could tell you And now you know too much, if you leak a word I'll kill you You think that I'm insane, partially deranged? You've had your chance to pick my brain, now explain What's up with all these nightmares, this long rewinding road that leads me to the same place I started from; right before I left home (Look me in my eyes!) I thought you was a shrink Diagnosed my symptons, I give you time to think OK your time is up, now analyze my life Please remove your glasses, look me in my eyes (Look me in my eyes, my eyes) You seemed to be confused, I raised up off his sofa Put back on my shoes, because this sessions over I headed for the door, he stopped me in my tracks He said he had an answer, he told me to come back He spoke the book of Matthew then he spoke the book of Luke But he stopped at Revelations, when he just spoke the truth And told me all my answers, I would find in his book If I just stopped and looked, if I just stopped and looked Told me to seek in he who seeks he shall find Then he put back on his glasses, and looked me in my eyes Looked me in my eyes [Chorus](2x) |
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from Scarface - The Last of A Dying Breed (2000)
(feat. U.G.K.)
[Scarface] Yo Pop .... Let's jump in the fight game boy [Scarface] [Chrous] My nigga Bun B you know he down wit us Short Dog and Doc down wit us Eric B and Pimp C you kwow they down wit us Black Rob and Eightball ...down wit us M.J.G. you know he down wit us B-Legit and E-Feezie down wit us My nigga Young Ke Ke he down wit us South Side nigga and we down tah bust I'm #1 [Scarface] Too many niggaz takin' rap for a joke You be up for one minute and then the next you're flat broke Rhyme about fly bitches - Daytona - Hardheaded Spokes Pockets once was phat but now your bummin' smokes And now your gung ho got'cha niggaz by your side And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride But let's take 5 and then put that shit aside But you know as well as I know That you don't wanna die I give's ah fuck about your crew What they wanna do Them niggaz quick tah cock they straps We cock straps too And we blast on fools...fuck you over We smoke niggaz too..like Black Rob do We striaght criminals..fuck an interveiw J-Prince will ethnic cleanse like Hitler used to do Bring on an interlude I'm comin' from a school where if ah nigga mouth Get out-We aim tah hit at you Method subliminal-I'm The Original That bullshit I heard on your disc was pitiful I'm critical-nigga I ride around and housin' My records doin' millions you barely clock a hundred Thousand I clock more dough plus do more shows You brag on tight flows but you can't go gold You sold your soul and bullshit sound low Fuckin' wit me is not so need nine mo' [Bun B] Now the internet,radio,prison even the t.v. All askin' me tah spit the meaning of B-U-N-B Well let's see I'm broader than Broadway Rollin' Brahma's on Broadway Got your brawd out on Broadway Tah Broadway in ah broad day Now I brought the underground plunger Sound from down under Somethin' like when that thunder pound Way from round yunder Hey I'm from the South mane Plus I'm the south main fanatical film broker Than Carol on South Main Close your mouth mane I ain't ask tah see your tonsil's or your tounge Lookin' sprung like The Prince was for Repunzil I gets twisted like a pretzel these rappers cryin' the blues Cuz I make this shit look crazier than tyin' my shoes People ask me do I write rhymes I tell 'em I used to Shit now I'm writin' history you gonna remember Like The Juice Crew U to the G to the K-P-A Playa Miss me bout that U-ing nigga next up is J-R [Pimp C] [Chorus] Unnh tell yah Lil' J is down wit us The boy Big Chief is down wit us The nigga California is down wit us You know the boy Brad is down wit us The boy Big Mike still down wit us Come in die candy sippin' the Tusk Niggaz in the southside down wit us Fifth Ward-down tah ride down wit us [Pimp C] Nore and Ross breakin' 'em off Cuz when they think they winnin' fucked boy your lost I like the rye white raised on gravy and rice This Rap-A-Lot Mafia Life....Super Tight Skip Daddy ain't said must of started smokin' rocks We got game on loud...bitch you ain't proud Smoke private stock-got blades chopped Keep ah young yella bop and ah pistol tah pop On ah punk motherfucker talkin' shit wit ah gun Pimp and Bun like DMC and DJ Run Everyday I come down them niggaz callin' my game Then ge on B-E-T and they don't mention my name Some Grip It On That Other Level Face be bustin' they head Ride Bentley early 90's watchin' out for the Feds Red the king of south and I'm the aire to the throne J-Prince done took off runnin' like Dedo Cartione [Scarface] [Chourus] My nigga J-D you know he down wit us Rock-a-Fella Records is down wit us Cash Money Millionaires Is down wit us Pretty Boy Floyld you know he down wit us Roy Jones Jr. he's down wit us Iron Mike Tyson down wit us Lennox Lewis is down wit us And knockin' motherfuckers out is ah must Rockin' Rodney Moore down wit us My nigga Willie you know he down wit us Can't forget about Reggie cuz he down wit us My nigga J-Prince you know he down wit us Big Teeth and B-Dub down tah bust And these niggaz in this motherfucker down wit us Takin' motherfuckers out is ah must we #1 |
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from Scarface - The Last of A Dying Breed (2000)
[Scarface]
Watch ya step... watch ya step... Watch ya step... watch ya step... Watch ya step... watch ya step... Watch ya step... you better watch ya step... [Verse 1] And ya don't stop, so I guess it's on once again The Natural Born Killaz in a zone again I'm different type of special men not known to man I refuse to loose, I was born to win A street nigga, the stand up type, never to fall I've been programmed to run in and get it, take it all Sit back and capitalize off mistakes you made Beat yo ass into submission, and make you pay I got battlescars from fuckin with this, I gotta have it What's my reason for quotin this shit? I gotta have it Like the Roy Jones - you see this money get me hungry like a wolf And when a nigga hungry I'm a wolf That's when I start my rage, and attack from the neck up Catch you being careless, make these hoes respect us Survival here, that's the name of the game It's the jungle in this bitch and ain't a damn thing changed Watch ya step [Hook] Let's get it on y'all, to the beat y'all Fuck a bitch y'all, I'm from the streets dawg So what it is huh? What it look like? I'm a G fool, you the bitch type You got yo strap dawg, I got a strap too I'm from the Southside, we act a damn fool You ain't the real hoe, youse a real hoe I keeps it real hoe, for real though [Verse 2] Listen close to the story I'm about to tell Niggaz is sellin they soul for an ounce of yell' And a few leave, but this is a house of jail Twenty-five year bids, without the bail I know some niggaz in the tank, stuck, lost and thowed Still boss turnin ya status from false to hope Only a few niggaz stand up strong and don't whine When the time get passed around huh? I'm tellin you dawg, that even if you gettin released How the fuck is you gon' live on these streets? You got that jacket on ya back You a rat and you done spilled ya guts You a bitch and now you live to fuck And you a nigga I ain't even gotsta feel to touch I got some niggaz on the inside to stick and seal you up It's all good for you out here, gettin yo mail But the minute you get popped you gonna snitch in jail Watch ya step [Hook] [Verse 3] They say that music is a therapy to ease the mind But see therapy to me, is to squeeze a nine Right between ya eyes, while I squeeze ya throat Chuck you off the side of my boat and watch you float The animal they sent here to seal ya fate Tie ya hands behind ya back and feel ya face Ain't no hope for ya partner Joe, he broke the rules In the jungle if ya weak, we gotta smoke ya fool Ain't no love for motherfuckers who done crossed the line Cocked dice don't pay nigga, now roll ya five You wanna play the gun game with me, then pull ya shit I know you'd love to try to punk me if you could ya bitch But I'm a diehard nigga, I was sworn to silence and if I got to go, then I (?) So fuck you, and them niggaz that you run with fool I'll do the same shit to them, that I did to you Watch ya step [Hook] |
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from Jay-Z - The Dynasty (2000)
[Jay-Z] Geah.. whassup? Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz Real niggaz, worldwide Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story We all ghetto B - here's mine Geah See I was -- born in sewage, born to make bomb music Flow tight like I was born Jewish Used the streets as a conduit - I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's Buick At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news Iron cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluid Shit, I'm goin through it - mom dukes too Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it My life is gettin too wild I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it Bout to lose it; voices screamin "Don't do it!" It's like '93, '94, bout the year that Big and Mag dropped; and "Illmatic" rocked outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked Everybody doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block like "Damn; I'ma be a failure" Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug - paraphenalia Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts Tryin figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait! It gets worse, baby momma water burst Baby came out stillborn, still I gotta move on Though my heart still torn, life gone from her womb Don't worry, if it was meant to be, it'll be -- soon [Chorus: Jay-Z] This can't be life, this can't be love This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us This can't be life, this can't be love This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us [Beanie Sigel] Chill dog Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another I'm thinkin damn; how my older sister gon' make me tougher When steel sharpens steel, I'ma keep it real I'm tired of tryin to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real What my life like, you lookin at the source, it's real What your life like? Mine dog, of course it's real Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin Beans Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin Dog you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans Amatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave dog Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog I come back in the afterlife Like fuck it I done touched hell twice; what's the meanin? [Chorus] [Scarface] Yeah.. uhh.. Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig' I got a phone call from one of my nigs Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids And when I heard that I just broke into tears And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news Now we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad's two Prayin for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars Lovin your kids just like you was ours And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours I just know that heaven'll open these doors And ain't no bright side to losin lifel; but you can view it like this God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company Who loves all and hates not one And one day you gon' be wit your son I could've rapped about my hard times on this song But heaven knows I woulda been wrong I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us This can't be life [Chorus] [Jay-Z] This can't be life.. |
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from The Fast And The Furious (분노의 질주) by Brian Tyler [ost] (2001)
I took my chances, but I did my dirt
And my adivce to any nigga if you crime, then you do the works Its givin up and step the fuck back Cuz in this game you can fame You gotta start dumpin these niggas off your nut-sack Im just a nigga out the hood tryna have thangs When I got up on my feet and screamed the brand change And your excuse was that the money did came My excuse was that you was to blame Simple ??, got to show my homies love tho I just don't fuck around with niggas that I don't know And you can take that how you wanna take it Im from these motherfuckin streets, and the same rules apply in this game you never break it With my motherfucking luck, fallin over the craps And you niggas who wanna try to attack We steady dyin over dumb shit, And me im steady losin my sleep Cuz niggas aint familiar with the rules of the street, and its a *Suicide, its a Suicide Suicide, its a Suicide its a, Suicide, its a Suicide Suicide, its a Suicide To my niggas on the street cryin then (watch them haters) If im sittin on the side-line (get your paper) Too many niggas complaining pointin fingers at the problem Thats why I hate my baby momma im just a nigga from the very bottom skippin classes, throwin 8-balls into white powder tryna get it, while the motherfuckers gettin good wit possibilities of gettin out my neighborhood don't get me wrong, I had them dreams too But the only thing you do, is get your cream too Get your motherfucking cream fool Niggas aint know about the Ange and the Alicks First you get in, then you get out, you stuck in this game * Repeat (x3) Now when its over don't nobody cry Just enjoy while you live life, cuz everybody got to die When you see me i'll be hella high, beatin corners wit my top down Checkin out the chasers in the sky, Shootin paper clips at Jupiter The more I lie, its like im gettin stupider and stupider Tryna make the best, out of a fucked up desicion Im just a nigga with a vision, which is to get up, get out Gettin my props, tryna stay away from these bitches that jock dick And move enough to move on, gotta stay true to it Thats just the way you gotta do it And these niggas here is really, dazed and don't give a fuck when you for real And you like it rough, nigga what, the fuck Know what im sayin is real, now back the fuck up for you get killed Cuz its a.. * Repeat (x3) Suicide |
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from Erick Sermon - Music (2001)
(feat. LL Cool J, Scarface)
[LL Cool J] Uhh, uhh.. yeah See I know how to get down, word up It's so hot it's, LL's version of the East coast chronic Smoke 'til your lungs collapse You supposed to be the nigga, where all the drama at? So ironic, L came back Flooded the market - got your mens on the wall Holdin his blunt, too fucked up to spark it Show me a nigga who can do like I do Then gas your mans up so I can rip that nigga too Braggin you goin platinum like that shit brand new I was platinum in eighty-five, what THE FUCK wrong with you, huh? Come (?) L - what you call rocks to me is minerals Tried to throw salt on my name, shit's political The baddest man on the planet So ill when I'm spittin niggaz take it for granted Cram to understand it, I'll switch and write it lefthanded Heat my pinky ring up and leave your bitch branded Got a voice like a cannon - nigga shoot I don't think she really hot, your career is a fluke I'm the best MC to ever touch the pen Take a look at what I'm doin it will not be done again As sure I am the descendant of former slaves I'ma resurrect brothers from they mental graves Make 'em confess - LL's the most rugged God, and no man's above it, gotta love it [Chorus: LL, Erick] DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA E said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO) [Erick Sermon] Uhh, E Dub on the microphone Droppin bombs - spots get blown So why would you assume my style wouldn't bloom When I rap, wack MC's vacate the room Cause they suck, and that's how I feel I'ma smack down the A&R who signed the deal Then wrap 'round his neck yo' reel to reel So next time he know, how the real feel Get loose and wrap hand 'round the steel Leave you in the truck, wrapped 'round ya wheel (I ain't playin) But y'all front like I ain't it And every rapper y'all like, sample my shit (Name one) I'm nice, and there's no mistakin I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman My track record is out there, gone E.T. like maybe I should phone home (hello?) I'm known for the dome bangers Drop any song of mine right now in the club and it's DANGER Scarface, E, LL Cool (jigga jigga) J, never heard it spit this way, hey [Chorus: LL, Scarface] DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA (that's right) DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA Cause 'Face said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO) [Scarface] You a trash-ass nigga, slash garbage-ass rhymer You switched from the raw to a chart climber And now your shit is blowin out the stores And uh, next month you fin' to go out on the tour but Count - (two, three, and, four) Your records ain't sellin no more And damn - you done spent your money galore Buyin all the stupid shit that your money can't afford (uh-oh) Tryin to keep up with the trendy Got your bitch minked out in all Fendi Bought your homeboy a brand new Bentley And the well that wouldn't run dry is now empty It's simply, cause you wasn't focused on the next day And your next tape you can't give it away, but hey I send these to these niggaz tryin to keep up with the Joneses Everything you see me I owns it I've been quietly sellin tapes for thirteen years So let's get, that, clear You might have sold a few more tapes, but Realistically, are you that great? (nah) Can't get respect but I done paid dues Stood on the block slangin cooked up rocks, I'm the same dude I've been the same nigga since I came through Do-re-mi too, damn fool! |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
Haven't you ever heard (Trackmasters) a killa
[Benzino]: Zino 44 Caliber killa [Benzino]: Face, Young McNeil 44 Caliber killa [Benzino]: I BEAT MY MEAT SO I CAN come through on any block start COME-dumping Zino don't stop stop SHOOTIN IM MY MOUTH CAUSE I GOT A TASTE FO THE STUFF IF YOU BRING ME THE PAIN I'LL STRAIGHT UP LET YOU DIS ME CAUSE MY HEART'S MADE A MUD AND MY LYRICS ARE FROM DISNEY. I BEEN KNOWN TO BLOW Scarface SO THAT I COULD WALK THE YARD AND MY DAD's A FAKE PACINO WIT A BOYFRIEND NAMED BERNARD Chorus [M3]: It ain't no secret if LET ME I'LL GET DOWN ON MY KNEES AND BLOW YOU I got semi-automatics with beams but I'D RATHER KISS YER BOZACK I prefer the 44 Caliburs cause it's BIGGER IN MY MOUTH GOT A LITTLE RAG CALLED SOURCE AND IT'S STREET CRED HAS GONE SOUTH horus (2x) |
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from Scarface - The Fix (2002)
Jay-Z
Talk to me man... This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the muh'fuckin noise up We'll get right into the proceedings this evening Headphones are distortin, bring it down a lil' bit Okay - now we workin wit it The boy Face on the bassline, Face - Mob! Welcome to New York City... it's ya boy Young Hov' chea Kanye West on the track (whoo!) Chi-Town, what's goin on now? Can I talk to y'all for a minute? Lemme talk to y'all for a minute Just gimme a minute of ya time baby - I don't want much (whoo!) Lemme talk to these muh'fuckas, uhh Guess who's bizack? You still smellin crack in my clothes Don't make me have to relapse on these hoes Take it back out to taxin them roads When I was huggin it, niggaz couldn't do nuttin wit it Straight from the oven wit it - came from the dirt I emerged from it all without a stain on my shirt You can blame my old earth, for the shit she instilled in me Still with me, pain plus work Shit she made me milk this game for all it's worth That's right, these niggaz can't fuck with me I'm callin guts everytime, drag my nuts everytime Homey, we make a great combination don't we? Me and the Face Mob, everytime we face-off Face it y'all, y'all niggaz playin basic ball I'm on the block like I'm eight feet tall Homey, I'm in the drop with the AC on That's why the, streets embrace me dawg, I'm so cool! [Hook] Guess who's bizack? Back on the block with the old Face Mob Mack Mittens and Hov' Don't make me relapse Back to the block with the fo' Cuz this street shit is all I know Scarface From the womb to the tomb - a hot pot of joy and a spoon Tryna make me forty thousand and move Motels, star-studded, rock stars and goons Plain clothes wanna run in my room (whooooo...) But nigga guess who's bizack? It's ya boy Face Mob Started with an eightball, gotta get this cake dawg Give niggaz a break, nah, you know how the game go Fuck you think I slang fo', to go against the grain (no) I'm out here to grind mo', rapped up in the paper chase I wanna fuck a fine hoe and candy paint the 88 Don't got no wholesale, cuz that ain't how I wanna run it Here take these five stones and bring a nigga back a hundred Gotta see my feet dude, you do shit a fiend do The fire get too hot in the kitchen, I hit the streets fool Money is an issue - and that's on the fa' shizzle my nizzle Ya block warm, then I come by with the fizzle And make fa' sho' I get to work mines, for part of the time We go to war and you ain't makin a dime (ha ha!) Cuz I got, shit to lose - a nigga out here payin his dues My baby walkin gotta get him some shoes It's a new game doin, lemme give ya the rules Get outta line and I'ma give ya the blues It's a new game doin, lemme give ya the rules Get outta line and I'ma give ya the blues, whoa! Beanie Sigel Guess who's bizack? The boy B. Mizack - a.k.a. Mr. Crack-A-Brick Turn a whole one from a half a brick, look I mastered this You can smell it once the plastic rips A hot plate'll make ya swell up if ya gasket clicked You can make ya chips swell up, ya don't hafta pitch Play them corners like a safety, watch the traffic switch Young'n never pump fake, and you'll get past the blitz And keep ya whole hood on flip - like old box-spring Pissy mattress shit, low old box of things Strictly glassy shit - I hug the block like quarter waters Shit I used to hug a corner like a old deuce and a quarter Till like deuce in the mornin, with the old heads Slangin loose quarters, this Philly cat back gatted (had it) Still fuckin with them crack addicts Still bustin with that black-matic [Hook] *whistling till fade* |
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from Scarface - The Fix (2002)
(feat. Kelly Price)
There's gonna be some shit you might not understand But, you may have to rewind this shit a few times Heaven, heaven Check it out I know tomorrow ain't a promise That's why I live one day at a time So when it's my turn, there be no crime I'm aware that when my number's called I'm punchin' the clock No need for screamin' at me momma, I'm out And plus I wasn't really happy here to start with, let that be told My old homeboy was robbin' me, and that's 3 cold I said '3', It's all intentional, 'cause 2 don't count When your own bloods bitter and your homeboys bounce Who the fuck is you gonna trust when your road dog is schemin? And every other corner, you're passin' a different demon And now the clouds is open, I'm rememberin' this Your families your backbone, your friends ain't shit Now I believe it when Rhonda was sayin "Back in the days..." When our homeboys left, she the only ones stayed For that very reason, I'm a try and give her the world Found heaven in the form of a girl, everybody's sayin' (Chorus) My angel My sunshine That's the day that I found heaven in the form of a girl My best friend My good time That's the day that I found heaven in the form of a girl Listen to different scriptions, they teach on God And if you ain't never met him, don't speak on God I'm serious about religion, just ain't no song I'm hearin' niggas makin' up scriptions, and playin' along Probably sayin' I'm the hypocrit, for judgin' these folks But you can tell he ain't a Christian, by the way that he spoke I pray for everbody, hopin' that they hear that voice The one that paralyzes you from head down, boy When you're aware of your surroundings, yet you still can't move Water shootin' outta your eyes you hear this dude And the voice is much louder, than the voice that you thought was the voice of the holy spirit Who changed your life, when you hear it? And the next morn', you wake up and the world look lighter The grass greener, and the sun brighter I know the feelin' first hand, I witnessed the sights When I allowed the Lord to come in my life And it was like (heaven, heaven...) But I'm a man, I ain't perfect That's a poor excuse, that ain't workin' I asked him for forgiveness, for every sin I commit Hopefully he gonna let me stay on his list And tryin' and get to heaven.. America the Beautiful, don't be so cold How do you expectin' our seeds gonna grow? When you trap us in the ghetto And show love, to the other muthafuckers While we right here starvin' at home I'd cry, if I thought, that me sheddin' a tear might help Then again, me sheddin' tears don't help Wanna call up to the President, and see if he know help Let him know you up shit creek yourself, we all sinners Facin' the winter, with no socks, and no shoes In a position, where we all gon' loose Tell the penitentiaries, we gonna need more schools Or what the fuck is we gonna do? Sit around and let the world pass us by? Waitin' on a message from the Revrand And he ain't but another man, tryin' to get to heaven... |
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from Scarface - The Fix (2002)
(feat. W. C.)
[Intro: Scarface] WC, Facemob, Southside, Westside C'mon now, ah c'mon now Don't stop (screamin my name) don't stop Southside, Westside, Facemob, WC C'mon now, c'mon now, c'mon now, c'mon now [Scarface] I ain't the one, one is getting jacked for his flicky He who fucks wit me, gets the itchy Name a nigga, two times click it click it Now you got a whole in your head lookin sickly I ain't the one, that's getting jacked for his new deuces Or slapped toothless, ya doin what cha doin So what you got a Forty Cal, I got a Forty Cal Plus another Forty Cal with that Any nigga plus the niggas that you run with Don't make me up this motherfucker on some dumb shit I ain't the one, I'm jus as phony as the next dude You fuck wit me I'ma send your ass to Neptune You can only hate me dog, but you can't play me dog You best respect Facemob bitch cuz I ain't the one [Chorus: Scarface] C'mon now, ah c'mon now It don't stop (Screamin my name) It don't stop What they want now? What they want now? What they want now? (Screamin my name) C'mon now, c'mon now, ah c'mon now (Way in the back I hear 'em screamin my name) [WC] I am the one to say I ain't the one then tug it, take dick and suck it Sell you under 'em thangs without putting cum on it, fuck it, bitch I'ma ghetto nigga, six fo' pedal nigga From Bed Stuy to the Southside, the Westside nigga Well knowin to make the trigger jerk, push them twenty three's in the dirt Run with niggas who got that work, from patient pills to pushin syrup It's the murder choice, da-da-da-da off the bionic It's WC and Face back on 'em draulics We blazing no stems and like my nigga Shaquille O'neal I keep 'em datin locals, hangin on the center of rims And hot ones, and these side guns will get you touched up And if you think I'm just a rapper bitch ya got me fucked up I ain't no nigga to be chasin no bitch lickin her toes Sharin ice cream cones, so play like the group I did bitch and get on I'm a front line pusher, for the G's I stay on the defence Stay by the lane and the gutter, bitch I ain't no sucka, not the one [Chorus] [Scarface] I ain't the one, that's gettin chased on from high school I love to squabble, nigga that's what I do I'm always on detention, I ain't give a fuck Mr. Lee can suck a dick and leave addicted to nut I ain't the one, to let a nigga disrespect me, or try to check me Get the wet T, down with WC cuz I'ma hood cat Fuck a fine bitch but I prefer a hood rat Love my grey Guch, I like my blunts long Don't get it fucked up, I come on wit the come on I hella cool dude, rub the wrong way I'ma dangerous nigga, say what the song say I live it and breathe it, I shit it and eat it I ain't never been defeated, punked out mistreated I'ma low key, OG, from OZ's, to hold ki's I ain't the one, duck and hide from the homeboy Hit the neighborhood, let's get it on boy Let's throw a barbeque, or we can blow dank If you don't smoke weed then we can have dranks Cuz y'all are homeboys, kept the man fed Cuz disrespect or not and come back and shed So all you rappers hangin with you posse's and click Hit the streets and show your homies some love, they buying you shit [Chorus] |
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from Scarface - The Fix (2002)
Feat. Nas, T-Boz
[Nas] Circumstances are like my first fight I lost It was swinging, my arms bugging, adrenaline pumping Oh shit, this little nigga's thugging I mean, I was thirteen I was nursing a knot on my face But chose another time and a place That I would avenge my last fight cuz the same shit Ain't gonna happen that just happened last night Knuckle-game changed quicker than lighting Hit 'em or slice 'em Either stick 'em or blast pipes, its the fastlife I tried to give another nigga advice, shoot dice Do plenty of shit cuz this life, how many you get? How many niggas do you know get two? Besides a nigga who snitch to skip a life-bid Be one in your crew I don't respect killas, I respect those with knowledge Codes of the streets got new rules, but no guidance Lessons, catch your mental to a young disciple Focus, take care of your brothers, niggas do as I do Keep your enemies close, where they can see you It not your enemy who get you It's always your own people It's always your own people It's always your own people It's always your own people It's always your own people [T-Boz] Mass confusion, in my head Killing me, driving me mad I be wondering, can I trust my friends? Cuz they stab me in my back everytime they can? Am I paranoid? and if that's the case Is it curable? Can you help me find my place? I can't handle this, I'm losing it With the loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness help your brother, save him from the Evil demons, in between us, came between us [Scarface] I know you hate me, don't you I bet you sitting, wishing my time never came You probably rather see me die in the game You probably rather see me die in a plane Well ya'll see me up on top of my dough I get my money shit changed And niggers start looking at me different than this I'm down to play the real nigger shit to get with a bitch But I'ma tell a motherfucker like this You going good is what you come up against Nigger you get what you get So the grass is greener on the other side of the fence But any attempts and you gonna need the guy in the trench I'ma starter while you riding the bench You saying you a player, weel I'm the one designing your prints Something to go by, to let these niggers know I Don't believe in letting shit slid, nigger gonna die Best friends since high school seniors The homeboy demeanor, but let the bullshit come between us [T-Boz] Mass confusion, in my head Killing me, driving me mad I be wondering, can I trust my friends? cuz they stab me in my back everytime they can? Am I paranoid? and if that's the case Is it curable? Can you help me find my place? I can't handle this, I'm losing it With the loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness Help your brother, save him from the Evil demons, in between us, came between us |
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from Scarface - The Fix (2002)
[Scarface]
I started small time, dope game, pushin on the corner Twenty cent cook-up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin marijuana Cops rollin up on us, my neighborhood's like a sauna Pistol-grippin, insurin won't nobody run up on us But if they do, fuck 'em, we murderous nickel-dome 'em I ain't playin no games, I'm on a mission fo' the change Motherfuck bein a lame, I'm ten toes in the game - deep I can't slip, this whole world want me sleep See I hustle like a predator and prey on the weak And playin for keeps, cause see, it's a thin red line between a nigga gettin his, and me gettin mine And plus I'm a nigga with that feelin like it's my time And anybody standin in the way of that is dyin I bust nine, how many times I gotta warn you? I ain't the one, be pushin buttons in the sight of my gun I'm the real live version of the Corleone family So I spit this clearly, so you hoes'll understand me.. [Scarface] One wrong move, and I'ma have to leave you for the goons Catch you slippin asleep in your bedroom and then {*BLAM*} Get you Audi, now what the fuck was this dude thinkin? You can cheat the rules of the streets, and not leave stinkin? [Chorus] I can squeeze without blinkin, I'm a cold-blooded nigga Bank robber (ooooh) I'm a natural born killer Drug dealer, anything it took to survive Even if it took a nigga to die, I'm a gangsta [Scarface] I got a brick from a sucker that he wanted to move But the whole while I'm cookin I'm like, "Fuck this dude" It's on, thirty-six zones of my own Keep the money fo' myself and take the work back home Call that nigga on the phone (ay) I just got knocked And the cops was askin bout you, come get me hot Never showed, so fuck him and the money that I owed I got a get rich quick scheme, steppin on the dough It's cold, but that's it, I'm on it like I want it And twenty-eight cash and change, the whole game on it That means I'm on my feet and I can front the homies D Break 'em off a couple of C, and double up they fee Takin over, shoot up they spot, make it hot And when the cops dry it out, put my work on the block And if they wanna ride for they corners we ride right with 'em Dummy move, whole thing, the goon squad get 'em [Chorus] [Scarface] No mo' petty rock hustlin, I'm in for the run And I'm fo'sho I'm gon' be murdered for this shit that I done But I'ma die standin up cause I'm a stand up nigga Fuck dyin like a bitch on my knees, I'm a killer So don't nobody cry cause I was destined to get it Just remember, I'm the one who took the dope game and flipped it and pimped it, and destroyed everything in the way of me seein first motherfuckin light of the day A trigger man, deadly as fuck with a loaded AK Spot my enemy and kill him the American way I turned a dream into reality, with a fuck you mentality Silencin all these niggaz in the neighborhood who challenged me Family grievin from they loved one's mortality He ain't got a reason to die then kill hi, it's a tragedy [Chorus] Right? |
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from Scarface - The Fix (2002)
THIS SONG IS ABOUT A NIGGA ALWAYS TRYING TO KEEP YOU DOWN. YOU KNOW YOU GOT TO
TOUCH THAT Verse 1 We made something from nothing And vowed to never tear it apart We turned the street hustle into an art That would quickly change life forever for us No more riding bikes or catching the bus We on the roll up, money to fold up With cognac and cooked yola Got the neighborhood about to blow up, but hold up I see this van sittin', this old cat in a fitted Trying to get your little homey tore up Yo bruh, we ain't working on this corner take your ass on, dog ‘Fore you make me feed your ass to my hogs you fucking faggot I know you want to catch me with this bag so you can hide me Or with my 44 so you can 45 me You put this shit off in our neighborhoods and sweat us And when you finally catch us up you give us letters A cold thing Just when a nigga reach his gold man You hand him a case for easing out the dope game And I'm… CHORUS Watching us unfold with the times He don't really want a nigga to climb You'd rather separate me from my family forever Instead of trying to keep us together You motherfuckers would rather keep me down…. Verse 2 So what I rap about these streets That don't make me be no less of a man Than a person that do work with his hands It's bad enough I gots to deal with all these pressures that stand You tryin' to make me stray away from my plan Know what I'm sayin'? I'm from the gutter, where all we had was one another No wheat bread to butter, from one bed to the other All uncles and no brother My mother's at work My grandfather was my dad And when he died it hurt And as I hold back the tears my eye-wells swell I been praying for heaven, I been living in hell And these niggas in my age group is dead or either locked up The bitches no better, they smoked out or knocked up But I still love my hood, that's where it started Ain't no hard feelings, we partners nigga, regardless That's why you always see me coming around ‘Cause I could never turn my back on my town But still I'm…. CHORUS (2x) Verse 3 Money never changed me Money changed the people around Now they plot to try to keep me down But still I rise like yeast Your whole conversation ‘bout B Fuck a nigga talking bout me, I'm a G The realest motherfucker ever done it You can't continue to pimp me and y'all eat from it So fuck every soul who ever felt like I owed Them a god damn dime, or a god damn rhyme or a god damn chance Motherfucker you sad You a grown ass man, holding a nigga hand Now get out on your own, stop depending on your homes To chuck you a bone, and stop throwing stones And that goes for everybody thinking it's them Fuck you, you and you, Her, him and him Tom, Dick and Kim All of y'all stand accused Saying fuck to me And I done bought your children's shoes I'm… CHORUS (2x) |
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from Scarface - The Fix (2002)
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 Scarface - The Fix (2002)
I got the new 'Face tape I'm about to, pop in the deck for you niggaz
Turn up your radios [Scarface] You're down and out, money funny, you hustle and die On the verge of pawnin your jewelry and sellin your ride Somebody shoulda told him ain't no life in these streets You only out here 'til you touch it, when you touch it you eat Niggaz done took too many chances shovelin snow And ended up facin a lifetime for tryin to sco' I'm givin livin definitions on the subject of dope One week he back on his feet, the next he's WHOA I was a 70's baby, raised in the 80's I was barely touchin 16 when shit got crazy I remember in the 80's, me and pop would ride Now we conversate on acres we's about to buy He had already been what I'm about to go through Told me ain't no sense in gamblin if you gamble to lose If you made twelve dollars, you put seven away and lived off the five, and never ever fuck with ya safe But when [Chorus] When he hustle and he robbin That's when niggaz start plottin And when you niggaz start plottin Us country niggaz start mobbin - mobbin [Scarface] I'm bout my paper, these other niggaz slang for the sport Like unaware tommorrow ain't promised, the game is too short I've witnessed niggaz get it all and give it away Gettin back was out of the question, they lived for today Then the hunger pains start up, then the murderous plots to set up, they fuckin homeboy to get what he got I mean the ones he broke the bread with, the ones you don't want to be the ones fuckin your girlfriend the moment you out I know the street game backwards, forwards, sideways It used to be an honest hustle back then but nowadays it's cutthroat, that's fucked up, niggaz want they come up so bad they'll take the .357 and smoke they brother A damn shame; but, that's the way the game go A chance niggaz is takin especially if they slang dope I've been in that position, back in the day And feel my homey, hittin my head to crack in my safe And that's when [Chorus] When ya hustle ain't evolvin That's when niggaz start starvin And when you niggaz start starvin That's when you niggaz start robbin (when these niggaz start robbin) When these niggaz got problems That's when niggaz start plottin And when you niggaz start plottin Us country niggaz start mobbin - mobbin [Scarface] So listen up my niggaz, and I ain't tryin to preach I'm just tellin it from my side cause I'm in the streets I done been there, done that, seen a whole neighborhood destroyed by the government bein tipped off by one rat He caught a dope case and they threatened him with time He get his own fuckin people jammed and he take the five That's the shit there; they ain't even catch him with dope But they gave him thirty-five years cause the nigga done spoke Snitchin, that's a motherfucker, watch what you say You don't know no-motherfuckin-body, nigga you lame Watch your so-called homeboys, keep to yourself Stay away from niggaz gettin caught that get out of jail Don't talk about your business, keep yo' thoughts in yo' head And this game it got a paper trail, watch where ya spend Don't write down names and numbers, it's a memory thang Never shit where ya sleep, keep the crib out of range And plus you never let these niggaz know where you stay Cause when the push turns to a shove, they hit and you say.. .. true motherfuckin game.. true motherfuckin game [Chorus] When ya hustle ain't evolvin That's when niggaz start starvin And when you niggaz start starvin That's when you niggaz start robbin When these niggaz got problems That's when niggaz start plottin And when you niggaz start plottin Us country niggaz start mobbin - mobbin |
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from Scarface - The Fix (2002)
(feat. Faith Evans)
**Chorus [Faith Evans]** I know god is watching from above Sometimes I wonder what I'd do without his love And although life is full of adversities I know he's with me, he's with me I know someday, someday, someday... Someday, someday, someday... Someday, someday, someday He'll come to get me I wanna walk with you, follow in your footsteps Talk with you to find out where my good's kept I been gone away from home for so long Seems like everything I try to do without you go wrong I'm confused about a lot of things, but not with my fate So I'm depending on your holy ghost to guide me the way See I'm a sinner in the 3rd degree Ain't afraid to admit it, scause I seen niggas worse than me Who am I to judge a man when I'm a man myself In the dark, trying to get me some help I went from pawn to king, king back to pawn Doing my best to try to ease out the storm I know that every tunnel's got an end and a light And I prepared a new beginning in Christ My life is like a jigsaw dulling in time And as I'm thumbing through this jigsaw puzzle of mine **Chorus [Faith Evans]** I know god is watching from above Sometimes I wonder what I'd do without his love And although life is full of adversities I know he's with me, he's with me I know someday, someday, someday... Someday, someday, someday... Someday, someday, someday He'll come to get me It seems like every other Wednesday I'm attending a wake But I don't question you, I know that's your way, ok I know we living for the minute and there's a moment in time We've got to leave here, cause that's your design And nothing lasts forever, not even spirit, only your word That's what I live by, 'cause that's what I heard I wasn't there when you rose from the dead or parted the sea I never seen you, but still I believe How you explain the moon, the sky, the stars and the rain The sun and the sea, the earth without form facing the deep In darkness challenging the powers that be It's impossible for scientists to make up the seas, to make up the trees So why we turn our backs on the truth? It's heaven or hell, the point we seem to hide from the youth And I was singing this morning, got touched by the spirit So I wrote it down for the homies to hear it **Chorus [Faith Evans]** I know god is watching from above Sometimes I wonder what I'd do without his love And although life is full of adversities I know he's with me, he's with me I know someday, someday, someday... Someday, someday, someday... Someday, someday, someday He'll come to get me Lord I know that I've been wrong They say a man is lost without a prayer, without a song So I'm singing on my knees cause I believe you'll keep me strong Until it's time for me to bring it home But until it's time for me to bring it home I'll be out in these streets, hanging in the hood Even gangsters need to pray, cause when I pray it's understood That I got flaws about myself, I can't make it by myself I need the heaven's help, I want to follow in your foot steps Done seen the strongest man bow down to a higher power And given all his glory to god cause god towers Over all, and in that I save this prayer For all my homies that's been trapped out there That's stuck in their ways, it's different now than back in the days So fuck what they say, cause ain't no coming back from the grave So when the gun goes pop and the lights go out Then you'll understand what I'm talking about **Chorus [Faith Evans]** I know god is watching from above Sometimes I wonder what I'd do without his love And although life is full of adversities I know he's with me, he's with me I know someday, someday, someday... Someday, someday, someday... Someday, someday, someday He'll come to get me I know someday, someday, someday... Someday, someday, someday... Someday, someday, someday He'll come to get me **Outro(4x) [Faith Evans]** I just want to be your solider I just want to be your best soul, woooo lord |
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from Scarface - The Fix (2002)
(Kelly Price)
What can I do? What can I do, to make it better? Yeah, yeah (Scarface) I thank the Lord, for every morning, he allows me to rise And though the sun is shining, there's a cloud in the sky Lettin' me know, that at any moment, there could be rain And as beautiful as life is, there still can be pain Down the park, I hear the sirens, just screamin' away And then the unevitable happens, the end of them days As sad as it sounds, but that's the price we all gotta pay And the whole world knows God giveth, will taketh away (will taketh away) I live and I learn, I sit and watch my cigarette burn Down to the ash, it remindes me of the now and the passed I say a little prayer, 'cause eventually I'll stand in the path Of the souls and dark rows that lead to rest (Chorus) Do you hear them, crying? Waiting for someone to come and dry their tears (someone like you and me) Take away their fears And then a child is born Bloody legged, clingin' to life Unaware of his surroundin's or breathin' is right In the arms of his mother as he looks in her eyes He takes his first breath and he screams (baby's alive) At the same time, another mother, murders her kids And the unbarable thought of this hear, just' brings me to tears It's hard enough we gotta raise our kids to live in this world So full of hate with no faith, and killin' your pearls And sometimes, I sit it down, and wonder myself But then again, I ain't Jesus, and I can't help All I can do, is hope I never live with the fact That if I heard one of my seeds is dealin' with that That'd be the hardest thing, I'd ever have to do in my time I'd have to take my own life too, and I couldn't glide Instead what he'd, what you hear me singin' bout it in my ride And a parent hurtin' his kid ain't decidin' the time I know it's truth, the next day, we just livin' to die But I believe if you livin' right, you'll live in the sky Lookin' down on the good and the bad, the world as a whole And hopefully you did what you did, before you had to go (Chorus) Do you hear them, crying? Waiting for someone to come and dry their tears (someone to dry their tears) Take away their fears Can I make it, better? (I want to make it better) Can I ease the pain that they are goin' through? (they're through) What can I do? What can I do? I say "goodbye" to your cruel world I see peace to the red sky I see these are where the dead die, leavin' my head high And if the streets up ahead crowd with the heat from the lead fly But the grief when I said "Bye," pull the sheets on my bed dry We're turnin' the table, we tellin' a tale That the destruction of human flesh, and it not so great Long list of the John Doe's, and Kauntly the spirit With them jails of souls lost, we hope that God hears it Resurection very harsh, crowdin' in the room Muffle sounds on the outside, echo the tomb But I'm cold (Kelly Price) Do you hear me? I'm cryin' (Chorus) Do you hear them, crying? (x2 to fade) Waiting for someone to come and dry their tears (someone to dry their tears) Take away their fears (take away their fears) Can I make it, better? (gonna make it better) Can I ease the pain that they are goin' through? (everything they're goin' through) What can I do? What can I do? |
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from Irv Gotti - Irv Gotti Presents...The Remixes (2002)
I don't remember feeling like this...
Baby...Baby I love you...Baby...Baby I love you. I got this jones forming in my bones (from a man), who indeed took over my soul, (understand), I couldn't breathe if he ever said (he would leave), get on my knees till they bloody red, (baby please), see I don't know if you get it yet (just don't know), He's like a lighter to my cigarette(watch me smoke), I never knew another human life(didn't know), could have the power to take over mine, So baby baby. Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby(baby I love you), baby, baby,baby baby,baby, I love it when I hear ya name, got me sayin' baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,(baby I love you) baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. See, I could never feel alone with you (in my life), I'll give up everything I own for you (won't think twice), almost a shame how I'm mesmerized (such a shame), I loose my thought looking in your eyes (I know why), because your kisses make my lips quiver (and that's real), and when you touch me my whole body shivers (I can feel), now, I can see how another life(nother life), could have the power to take over mine..cause your my... Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,(baby I love you), baby, baby,baby baby,baby, I love it when I hear ya name, got me sayin' baby, baby, baby, baby, baby(baby I love you) baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. Break it down Baby, I can't see my world (can't see) living here on God's green earth, (God) you don't know what ya done to me (done to me), I never thought I'd need you desperately(desperately), it's kind of sick how I'm stuck on you(stuck on you), but I don't care cause I'm needa you (I'm needing you), and how I feel will remain the same (remains the same), cause your're my baby (cause your my baby), listen and when the world starts to stress me out (where I run), it's to you boy without a doubt (you're the one), who keeps me sane and I can't complain (can't complain), you're like a drug you relieve my pain (may seem strange), you're like the blood flowing through my vains (oooo), keeps me alive and feeding my brain (oooo), now this is how another human life (nother life), could have the power to take over mine..cause your my Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (baby I love you), baby, baby,baby baby,baby, I love it when I hear ya name, got me sayin' baby, baby, baby, baby, baby(ooo..baby I love you), baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby baby, baby,baby baby,baby baby, baby, baby, baby, baby baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. |
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from Wyclef Jean - The Preacher's Son (2003)
[Wyclef]
Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now He said, I was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love and I never knew my papi Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin Used to sing don't worry, be happy Lord how can I be happy When I don't even know my own family tree Lord [Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try [Wyclef] Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers Kids going to school putting fears in their teacher The teacher let them know that it ain't all good Cos the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now All you red now, all you blue now All you yellow now, follow me now To that place of righteousness Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he said [Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try [Wyclef] In my father's kingdom there are many mansions All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection I can see Biggie, Tupac, Moses and Abraham Jason, the one and two's, jamming with the sun of man [Scarface] I've been kicked, I've been stabbed I've been shot, I've been ? by a Person that I thought I trusted, where I live It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playing tricks ?, to really ? Me out in five unless I take another hit I done seen the sun set on the other side of town Now I'm drifting in the darkness, Heaven hold me down ? ? ? but I know I'm born dying Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying For a lying ass but yo forgive us in a while And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child While I'm locked up in this basement staring eye to eye with Satan In this cold dark world with no patience We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation [Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try [Rah Digga] Whoa, we the next generation, look at what we facing The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation Flowers and candles decorating all the pavements No, the perpetrator ain't seeing no arrangements Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor Man they suffer while we spending eighty billion on a war, uh Cutting school budgets, US stockmarket plummets Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it Metal detectors replace music classes Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses The red and blue's, somebody gotta lose Reality TV be reality for who I don't question what the Lord found in me I just pass it on to folks with no boundaries Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already gettin' us Now we got stars, how many will there be left of us [Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
(Featuring Ghostface/Scarface)
[Ghostface Killah (Scarface)] Yeah, this Tony Starks Scarface, yeah, we about to switch faces (It's goin' down) Yeah Kay Slay (Right here, right here tonight dawg) (Face Mob in New York City) (Huh, holla atcho goddamn boy!) (Don't fuck wit me, don't get this shit crunk up in here, Kay!) (Cuz you know I'ma goddamn fool wit this shit) [Scarface] I'm creatin' a masterpiece for niggaz Doin' it Kay Slay, all day, ev'y day, steady up in the 12 gauge I'm fuckin' your house up, you and your spouse up You open your mouth up, guarantee you I douce ya Have 'em writin' about ya, daily I'm in the papers for doubtin' a motherfucker Stankin' the speculation, you want it, you got it, baby I'm at you a lifetime, the nigga washin' your window shorten your lifeline You're fuckin' wit white wine, I'm fuckin' wit nitrate I'm emotionless when I get 'em, a nigga wit ice veins Ain't impressed wit status or jewelry, I'm on some street shit Don't believe in sit in front of a jewelry, that's weak shit You talk it, you gotta live it, I live it, that's why I speak it Exposin' these niggaz weakness', Kay I got 'em sleepin' Reality, fuck a record, don't believe in disrespectin' And niggaz will be to see you while your people got you rested' I'm reckless [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Mama used to take trips to face to face Now it's face-to-face, Ghost & Face, Scar & Slay We gon' walk the path that mama laid We fail, we gon' see a skull on dollars grave [Ghostface Killah] I remember bustin' out the house from police duckin' the vans Wit them taped-up broken revolvers stuck to my pants That was '88, around the time of Slick Rick era Day to day, rolled chains wit them thick knit sweaters Who gives a fuck what the D.A. say, they wanna see me pay Motherfucker this is G.F.K.! I settle crimes wit metal 9s and I ain't gonna stop 'Til your brains all over the street like ? Marshmellow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones Acknowledge the throne, it's Pretty Tone I'm legendary and compared to my work on the strip, y'all secondary I'm hittin' these fiends lovely, my shit be extra heavy Like construction workers in Timbs, and plus they two box Two glocks incase I gotta bump a few cops off You know how we do in Staten Island, this is Gaten Island, nigga Not a non-violence sticker [Chorus] [Scarface] I gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed You took your shit, nigga, lay in your bed Who'd ever thought this nigga that we sat down at our table and fed Would roll on the street and on wit the feds I used to love this nigga Now I roll around wit a mask and a strap and a grudge for that nigga Fuckin' wit me, this adds the fuel to the fire And I'm about to snap that wire! [Ghostface Killah] We want them new 20s and 100s, Ziplock money Y'all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did And we goin' all out like Hussein's sons did We stickin' niggaz like New York cops wit plungers So take some advice, there's three bears Cashmere down wit 12 gauges under the table Slay got the shotty, ain't that your label And them other two bears, yo, theys the one that paid you buddy! [Chorus] [gunshots] |
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from Geto Boys - Foundation (2005)
It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman
Fully automatic M 11 in the handbag The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools Ski mask you come up to where you lay at Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at The nerve of you niggaz, believin' I'ma play games You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names You pussy, 'cuz you a black Jew Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is Hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's here It's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say Fuck what video do, but this is all day Hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like 'Cuz you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is I was bred born and raised in this true shit Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor And then they finally come to grips that this can happen To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' Follow the leader but be aware your opponent Is in the window got guerrillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that Aight, let's get serious Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, period If you ain't feelin' me you know how it goes Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you hoes It's on if you got beef You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha While your label only behind you greasin' his dick Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and shit J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes Don't think you know me 'cuz you know the hook to "Bald head Hoe" I light you up with a sawed off and stab yo' ass In the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth Aight nigga, stab him in the leg in the chest In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off Give me a motherfuckin' handy shotty And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody Bust him in the ass 'til he's still I'm Chuck wick bitch, your Achilles heel A short nigga quick to give a tall ass whoopin' Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn Lookin' to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor And then they finally come to grips that this can happen To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' Follow the leader but be aware your opponent Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that |
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from Geto Boys - Foundation (2005)
Man, motherfuckers just Follow a nigga around dude That's real, some shit though Fuck these feds Redneck, racists mother fuckers Verse: I don't wanna run (run) no more but I know that if I stop I'll be another nigga headed to heaven hangin with Pac These mother fuckers look at me like slanger Makin threats to my family dawg I'm in danger Who do you call when these agents want you dead And they hit these Penitentiaries and niggas make a pledge So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments Caught up on the phone talkin prices (hello) 25 to life's the mandatory minimal My whole community gets treated like they're criminals Why are them bitches gettin mother fuckers hung Got a C.I on the inside and everybody sung Mothers and fathers separated from their sons Households are broken, you couldn't hold your tongue If it's yours say it's yours, take the case and do your time If he was out there gettin money from it e'rything be fine Now you're cryin in your jail cell stressin on the case And the D.A. is at a nigga every other day I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul You in question of your manhood homie, keep the Code Chorus: (2x) We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood Verse: See I be on some street shit don't talk to police I won't accept a visit from agents who wanna see If I got shit to day about a nigga case I'm a mother fuckin nigga through and through I aint gay Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25 Sat it out on a pill and gave him back that time A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same Told a cracker tell ya mammy suck his dick as he Rick James (hahaha) Aint no mother fuckin game we've been livin this for real When the government is workin real niggas never squeal Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse Yeah you rappin but the homie Lil Pots can't get out Niggas they hit the pen the get charged and get out On a rule, 35, he aint bought it for the cops You can hear it in his voice, I'd listen to the tapes Now you showin up in court, testifyin for the state Chorus: (2x) We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood Verse: I'm knowin all the scams, all the tricks to the trade Know a nigga try to get clean and you get in the way Know a nigga try to get green and you stick out the bait Cuz a nigga like a dope fiend can't rehabilitate Still we stickin to the G Code we playin by the rules We don't fuck around with new niggas cuz new niggas is fools We don't photograph the homies that'll catch a nigga up Only piture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked Only connect the real, stayin down with the true I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few But there's a thousand mother fuckers in the pen bulletproof So this one here for you, I'ma rep it till I die Fucker 5.K.1. check his P.S.I Send his ass to the top if he say he sit it home He a mother fuckin snitch, snitchin niggas need a song Chorus: (2x) We don't talk to police, we don't make a peace bond We don't trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns We rely on the streets, we do battle in the hood I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood We don't talk to police We rely streets dawg Say we don't talk to police But we rely on the streets dawg |
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from Geto Boys - Foundation (2005)
She don't want to be with me no mo'
Ain't her fault she just tired of this dumb shit that she don't know Whether to, throw in the towel or if he gon' grow And if he do, where is he gon' go? Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried When he told me that his girl just died Right out of the blue, breast cancer, wasn't nothin' to do Now I'm sittin' here and thinkin' of you Tryin' to come to amends, cause really I done wanted you in You the only one I trust as a friend I know I'm on my last leg limpin' with this bullshit written But I still gotta bring it to light Spent half of a lifetime missin' cause I would not listen Confused about my wrong and my rights They tellin' me that time heals wounds though This wound gon' need some stitches; I got testimony for niggaz You doin' what you do but when the shoe gets flipped Standin' on the other foot got your boots and shit When you back up and analyze, fix shit and finalize Before you leave the shit alone just try Maybe there's somethin' you can do to rectify what's did And plus you gotta think of the kids That's kinda just the way life is, you either gotta live or you die At least that I can say that I tried [Chorus] Cause I tried, I tried to do the best I could Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough Cause when it's over, said shit done You sittin' by yourself mixed up But I tried, I tried to do the best I could Sometimes I guess my best ain't good, enough Cause when it's over, said shit done You sittin' by yourself mixed up, but I tried Faster than a crackhead, can pawn yo' shit Willie D'll put a foot in you bitch I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet Since fifth grade, I been up in these streets, tryin' to get it Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers I used to think she didn't love us Cause she beat us so much, plus she came home drunk But every now and then she'd knock on wood, and say I tried to do the best that I could - and I believe her Cause she was treated evil out the box You can't get what you ain't got Momma I was young, hittin' licks, started helpin' you out 'Bout the closest that you came to a man of the house I was talkin' back, walkin' through the do' gettin' smacked You used to brag to your friends on how, well I rapped We never really got along but when you took sick I was at your side 'til you died I wasn't the best son but I tried [Chorus] I've always been crook, never given up But the past few years has been really rough Felt like givin' up a couple of times Take a jump or plant a slug deep, up in my mind Fuck it I'm dyin', done wit strugglin' for mine Sleepin' on fans, knowin' there ain't no use to me lyin Change my name for anonymity's sake But a four feet dwarf that be on television's hard to miss I get pissed over little shit, little shit drive me crazy Then I start thinkin' 'bout my babies I can't go to jail, I can't die Who better to teach 'em 'bout this cruel world than I? Their mommas won't let me see 'em, I still pay my support Cause once you give life, life is bigger than yours Maybe I'm not all you expect me to be But when it's done and said ultimately, daddy tried [Chorus] |
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from Geto Boys - Foundation (2005)
You know what? I'm destined to be the last man standin'
Carefully mappin' my escape through plannin' Come in and get it, and leave here with it Makin' fo' sho' that I'll be free when I hit It's like a dope man's lotto, the dope man follows The rule here is simple and this is my motto To get it how you get it homey, Marciealago Get you a house built keep you a dollar though 'Cause when it's over it's over, no cheese to borrow You fuck around, get indicted, ain't no tomorrows My homey locked up, been six years tight But six years is nothin', 'cause this kid's life Is off in a cage for the rest of his days A price that he paid for the mistake he made So I'm more focused 'cause my lifestyle's bogus I got to get out 'cause this fast life's over You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win They say, "The ends justifies the means" So I guess a drug dealer justifies the fiends Poverty and unemployment justifies the screams The reason he stacks his paper just to buy it clean Two thousand and six with shoes the size of me But in the end he wasn't really what he tried to be I'd never let no war justify me I question how hard some of these cats really be 'Cause real niggaz don't speak, our actions talk more Don't make me flip and turn these streets into a chalk board I do this for all the real niggaz that smoke trees The hustlers, players, pimps, and OG's For the up-and-comin' cats to the old schoolers The ones that remember private stock and Calvin Coolidge It's a struggle to make it, keep pushin' See how far you can take it, two eye or one eye navigate it what You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find the peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win I know this cocksucker pullin' me over because of my skin But the secret is to win, so I hold it in I'm yes sir'n, no sir'n, but when he pull off he diss A motherfuckin', dick-suckin', redneck son of a bitch All it takes is one pussy who ain't gettin' none To catch you on a dark street, and put you to sleep Dude was one deep, at the sto', he said, "I ain't no ho" Got clapped in the back of his 'fro It didn't have to go like that, believe me Mister Someday, niggaz gon' respect these pistols Play the safe, get out the way, when a fool got the ups Pride'll get a motherfucker shot in the guts And remember this before you grown, and the day that you gone Greed it don't last too long The secret is to win, jump out the game and have money for life Not to stick around 'til you lose all your shit to the vice You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win You've got seasons to rise And moments to descend You'll find peace in the end Don't cry, the secret is to win |
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from Geto Boys - Foundation (2005)
[Z-Ro]
When it get gangsta.. When it get gangsta, yeah When it get gangsta - will these motherfuckers ride or die When it get gangsta, yeah Bitch nigga you ain't no soldier, you gon' hide and cry [Willie D] Well let me tell you a lil' somethin 'bout the niggaz I roll with We chin check bitches, we don't go for that ho shit Come to the Bloody Nickel tryin to stunt Fifty thou' say I knock yo' ass out with one punch And I don't care how many gangsta rap songs you listen to Or the fact you smoke weed and pack a gun, I see the bitch in you I ain't just {?} shells, be sparkin the marks I put a clip in you like it's a walk in the park You can try to make bond, but I'ma stick to the script Hit you with the pistol grip and make your L-dog flip Youse a punk, youse a bitch, I'll say it to your face Youse a punk youse a bitch that testified for the state All them cowards watchin your back, just don't matter All I gotta do is clap one and the rest gon' scatter You click on easy targets and cats who don't bust back Niggaz thinkin y'all the real but tell me this [Chorus: Z-Ro] When it get gangsta - is your niggaz gonna fight or run? When it get gangsta, yeah The niggaz that be bumpin they be tuckin they tongue When it get gangsta - will these motherfuckers ride or die When it get gangsta, yeah Bitch nigga you ain't no soldier, you gon' hide and cry [Scarface] Pussies fabricated, I'm made, you hoes made up I speak like I live it doggie, you hoes hate us I cook and rock it cause all you hoes cake up I'm ridin on all of you stupid hoes, pay up What's all this wolfin niggaz is barkin, come fuck with me fool And I'ma put a hole inside yo' ass with this tool Seven shots, niggaz is gutter, we get in yo' shit Talkin greasy like you runnin somethin, squeezin your dick What is you itchy, what's really nigga? Call from the block Loud talkin like you scared niggaz, boy youse a mark You know real niggaz move quiet and quick to do dirt Put this pistol up against your jersey, squeeze it and skirt Murder be dirty {?} but that's in the plan And here's somethin that you can't understand How I can just up and five-finger kill me a man This game right here for real, you niggaz playin, but [Chorus] [Willie D] Niggaz always tell me how real I sound when I flow That's cause the shit I talk about, I done done it befo' Other rappers mouth off, that's just protection talk I done robbed, sold dope, squeezed and left 'em in chalk Yeah, them hard styles ain't about nuttin cocksucker Lookin mean ain't never killed a motherfucker So what you been to the pen and they call you a killer I still draw this Desert E and spit at you nigga My mind is made up, just balls and my word Any bastard that fucked with mine gon' get scurred Keep thinkin I'm playin, keep thinkin I'm kiddin I'll bust yo' motherfuckin head wide open like a watermelon Homeboy 'bout to get his ass whupped blue And he gon' probably sue, cause that's what pussies do Some say it ain't worth it but fuck that shit I'd rather die like a soldier than to live like a bitch [Chorus] [Z-Ro] When it gets gangsta.. |
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