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...Motherfuckers out here rapping for protection
I'm gonna expose yo ass you bitch... See me in these motherfuckin' streets (don't stop), with ya fag ass Gangsta Walk, yeah right, ya pussy... [Verse 1] Look out, we everyday grinding Everybody in the North gotta love us down South 'cause we blindin' And we don't trip the big diamonds We mainly focus on the old schools with big blocks lying And I been around the world in one day Chucking up the duece for S.A. I'm a hood cat, and that's for searching me a hood rat With good cat, something beautiful to look at, fa sho I kick it for my niggaz in the ghetto And all my homies in the federal- Lock up, behind the wall setting shop up They beat the block up, yet and still they couldn't stop us Damn it feels good to be a gangsta back at it Cause I'm the last of the Dons, God damm it I hear ya talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat But when I see you in the streets I got ya get back (word) It ain't enough protection on ya ass, to fuck wit Brad I got a lesson for ya ass I showed ya, the Southside niggaz tote heat I showed ya, the Northside niggaz roll deep Ya weak, 'cause I'm the biggest fish in the pond And when I say the magic word, bitch ya gone Assassinated, people lay steppin' Eliminated, enemy with aggression Sit back and smoke me one The Obi Won Kenobi one Fuck the champagne sippin', woodgrain grippin' I'm spittin' for the Vice Lords, gangstas and Crips and Bloods And everybody neighborhood From the Idery Wells, back down to Inglewood How can a nigga from the South get a pass in every section And walk the projects with no protection Be surrounded by a mob, and not get robbed Considered to be a savior, and not be God (Whoa) Listen to the nigga flow now I can speed it up or slow down Face the facts baby, I got it locked like this and like that baby Southern rap/rock baby The last of a dying, we born again The vicous life religous, I was born to win The closoure after the greatest hit the sofa When I still ride for Prince like a soldier The two-thousand millenium comes Since I'm the son of the father, that makes me the Don The next up to bat, the Jordan, larry, cousy yo of rap And I ain't gotta walk around strapped J don't tollorate the mack dirties You in our motherfucking way, we tryin' to stack 30s Now back it up, for he send something back to you Ain't plan to defend Staying loyal to the Prince to the end, so recognize [chorus] So what you gone do Face? (Play till I win) So what you gone do? (Double back and do it again) So what you gone do Face? (I'm a play the game 'til I win) So what you gone do? (Play till I win) So what you gone do Face? (Play till I win) So what you gone do? (Double back and do it again) So what you gone do Face? (Play the game 'til I win) So what you gone do? (Then I'm a double back and do it again) [Verse 2] So here it is fool, I play the game where it's no rules Dropped out in the 10th grade and told my mom to fuck school! 'Cause they ain't teach a nigga shit, I learned to read when I was 5 And plus I been smart a long time Fuck a history test, I'm more concerned about respect I make my moves in an L like a night nigga check It's on 'til the break of dawn, I keep it on And on and on, and on and on and on and on Like clockwork, we hit these niggaz where it hurt Knock they dicks in the dirt Now you the bitch that's in the skirt I'm passed the motherfucka out here paying his dues Not the average nigga out here rapping claiming he true I just stick to the script and take it in stride Get my daily dose of game from James and take it and ride Yes yes y'all, funky fresh and in the flesh y'all This time I'm aiming at the neck dog It ain't no ducking when I'm bustin', I'm a leave you a nice- Little whole in ya throat, releavin' ya life I'm going out with a bang, letting my nuts hang I'm outty like flame, the signature just James, recognize [chorus] So what you gone do Face? (Play till I win) So what you gone do? (Double back and do it again) So what you gone do Face? (I'm a play the game 'til I win) So what you gone do? (Play till I win) So what you gone do Face? (Play till I win) So what you gone do? (Double back and do it again) So what you gone do Face? (Play the game 'til I win) So what you gone do? (Then I'm a double back and do it again) |
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[Verse 1]
When I was in the sixth grade, these niggas was bitch made They was thinking science, I was thinking get paid I always kept a plan to get doe Like selling the same shit I use to steal from outta stop-n-go I use to run a paper route But that ain't pay me enough, I was still on the bus My momma would always tell me don't you rush to get old But rarely did I listen to the shit I was told I was a ghetto boy long before the rap group existed I use to take my lunch money and pitch it I stayed on suspension, I ain't fuckin' with school Truant officers be chasin' me, I'd give 'em the blues Hit the pipes off of Roomer just to pass the time Shoot the shit and walk to Shamrock, stole me a wine Get smashed and hit the bus stop when school let out Get off at tina house and bust that cot Walk up outta Ridgemont smelling like fish in my pocket Then back to the southside walking home from Watkins I stopped to see the homies off of Huckala street All you game in the front yard bumpin' this beat [Chorus: Z-Ro] Ever since I could remember I been on my grind, All the time Nothing but paper and pussy and the finer things on my mind I had to Shine By any means necessary I had to go out and get it And come back wit it, thug life I was wit it My balls and my word told a nigga that the world was mine That's why I stay on the grind [Verse 2] I remember when the dope game started up, serving the hypes I was seeing more doe than I ever seen in my life I was rocking up eightballs and knowing the shake Kept a thousand in my pocket, twenty more in the safe I had my grandmother guessing how I got that shit 'Cause every other day I had to buy new kicks Older cats steppin' to me as if I was the man Getting telephone calls from my uncle's friends I'm sixteen years old, with game so throwed I was parking niggas frontin' me and fucking they hoes Eventually I moved out, rented a house I'm stretching the dope, cuttin' seventeen from an ounce We cop ya pots fulla spray, I'm moving big weight But that was back in the days, nobody thought about a dope case It's all mapped out, get in get out They giving mutha fuckas ten years for each rock It's fucked ain't it, but I'm lookin' at the picture they done painted They hanging all these niggas who's careers was dope gamin' The crack epidemic had you locked if you was in it And even if you stepped out with bread you couldn't spend it In the beginning niggas had they whole hoods flooded Wit that Antonio Montana disease like ""fuck it"" And drug wars just another day in the life You fucked over me, I fucked you, done gave me the right [Chorus] [Verse 3] I'm up and down I-10, with a car full of hens Finta check my ends, finta get this Benz Stopped short of my drop spot by red lights flashing I'm dirty, and if he wants to search I'ma blast him I roll the windows down so I can show him my hands Wouldn't you know, the cop done pulled me over my man I got a brand new plan take this shit to the line Stop an Sony's and give it back I'll give you a dime With ten thousand you can go to work for a week Take some time off to think, I'll even throw in a key He stopped at the mo', I gave him the doe Checked in my room then whooped out the scale and the blow There's a knock at the door, I grabbed the four-four It was the homeboy who set me up down on the floor [Chorus] |
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| 6. |
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| 7. |
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Raggedy-ass bitches
That bitch ain't no good [ VERSE 1: Scarface ] Look at your face all frowned up The only thing you got goin for ya is your fake tits and round butt You're a rich nigga's worst mistake You're just a trophy, and what make matters worse you're fake A mall broad tryin to keep up with the Joneses Whatever they wear in the videos, you want it You tryin to find the nigga with the biggest contract To get you pregnant, so you can ride around and get fat And collect big money, with the baby all sharing Got a 18-year career from child bearing And only God knows what this kid'll go through Got mixed feelings about his dad cause of you The dollar signs popped up, that's what did it And dude, he was just as fucked up cause he hit it And now you out there buyin champagne for the club To me that's kinda fucked up [ CHORUS: Devin ] Only your mother could love you Much too freaky, you're easy And I wouldn't would fuck you I ain't never had to pay for mine Only your mother could love you Much too sneaky, you're freaky And I wouldn't would fuck you I wouldn't give a broke bitch a dime [ VERSE 2: Devin ] You used to turn up your funky-ass nose before I even stepped up I guess fuckin with me just wouldn't keep your rep up I used to think about you when I'd go sleep, even dream Of fuckin you without a rubber, fillin your pussy with cream But when I wake and see you again, it be the same old shit I finally realized you just a plain old bitch Started gettin my shit tight rockin shows every night Gettin my dick sucked, fuckin hoes left and right Workin hard to blow up, now you wanna show up With your stretch mark titties and pussy lips all towed up I heard you got married, that was it you thought Until he kicked your ass and took back all the shit that he bought Now you're lookin for a shoulder to lean on Bitch, I sho' hate it, cause my shit is dis-located You was the only one I was thinkin of But now you got a face only your mother could love [ CHORUS ] Break it down [ Devin ] I can't do nothin for ya Only your mother could love ya I can't do nothin for ya Aight, check this out [ VERSE 3: Tela ] Look, Young Tela a pimp by force, not a pimp by choice See, these bitches ain't playin when it come to the courts They'll fold you like some foil when it comes to support And you niggas out here trickin like nature takes its course I'ma spit it till you're fitted, it's your main employ See, I was trained and I was taught that a pimp keeps a choice But you lames gotta change when you gave the whore a port' One weekend at the Allstar and the bitch bought a Porsche? I ain't mad, girl, flip em, you can get em, look we did it Cause his mind was all twisted off the aether from the clinic Now hit it, oh lawdy, look at shawty Mission hit your boy for a four and a forty Miss done get your Ford for a house - ""Help me homie"" See, I can give a fuck about your loss cause you're phoney You'se a lame and she seen it in your heart from the start Why she ripped yo ass apart? It was lying in her cards But eh, she'll only come up with another, I don't trust her But she got one hell of a hustle You black-hearted bitch, you are full of lies So like go on and suck Young Tela and die [ CHORUS ] |
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| 4:33 |
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[ VERSE 1: Scarface ]
Is this how you made it, or is this sickness out of control Is the beginning of the end right now? Let me know Do the saved souls travel the road of the souls lost? How come the dead can't talk? Through horrified eyes I can picture the other side And though my heart shed tears outside I couldn't cry Watched my homeboy die, day by day body tired Remember, I finally accounted before he expired They tell me there's a peaceful place, I wanna see it They say I gotta leave it to see it, so it be it And though I appreciate bein alive Sometimes I wanna see how it feels to just die Come back and tell my story to the ones who really know me Converse with the angels and elders that went before me And satisfy the hunger for those who wanna know If there's life after death, and if so, where we go I often find myself involved in deep thought I wanna see is heavens a place like we thought And Christian science seems to think it's just a mindstate But before I put my trust in a man I'll just wait Or better yet, I take the journey for myself Put a bullet in my own head, it's my death So when twelve o'clock jump on eve of 11/9 ( *gunshot* ) suicide Just as I thought, a bright light Greeted by friends and family, so life-like Black and in between screams and then peace Lookin in the eyes of the grieved and deceased Father pleace, send me back, I don't wanna die I'm not as strong as I was and I can't lie And during all the mayhem somehow I remained calm And I woke up singing this song [ CHORUS ] I been a pawn and I been a king And I been down since the beckoning I try to look beyond the sight of sound And the lights come from the underground Rarely got questions but I found myself somewhat astound And through my quest for the answers, know what I found? I found that regardless to what people say The shooters gotta do it day for day So make your peace [ VERSE 2: Scarface ] Open your books to the first chapter, verse four, page eight And link to my thoughts as my intents are to initiate And enter the minds of the ones who are blind And shed light to all the mankind written in rhyme I preach to each to get off your ass, stand on your feet Cause everyday it's niggas lyin dead in the street We stuck in our ways, it's different now than back in the days Fuck what they say, cause ain't no comin back from the grave So when the gun goes pop and the lights go out Then you'll understand what I'm talkin about I had a dream and seen a double sun, a different world was in the makin The ruler of this new world was Satan The sky turned blood-red, the silent trumpet started playin Then I woke up, my imagination Runnin wild but then again the coming of Christ Could be the moment of any minute, now or tonight So make your peace, cause 666 is the mark of the beast It's dark in these streets And some might see it hard to believe but God is in me And yea, though I walk through the valley of the wickedness I know I'm protected cause I'm convicted Anybody believin in the Big Bang Theory And thinkin that thyself is the God, you need to hear me How do you explain The skies, the moon, the stars and the rain The sun and the sea The Earth without form facing the deep Darkness and challengin the powers that be It's impossible for scientists to make up the seeds Didn't make up the trees, so why we turn our backs on the truth? This heaven and hell part we seem to hide from the youth I'm tellin what few tongues of the evil will despise My intention's to revitalize, still I revive And I've read the Books, and I heard the lessons And I'm on my knees steady stressin You make your peace [ CHORUS ] |
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This a wake up
[ VERSE 1: Scarface ] Ain't nothing like the Sunnyside sunshine (sunshine) Hitting corners ducking one-time In my platinum color four dog Tinted out roll rolls (yea I roll, roll) I hit the beach and I say tops down Girls with they tops down (whistle) They got bikinis and they thongs on Dancing to the thong song (thong song) [ CHORUS: Tanya Herron ] You been to blocks and drinking brews You been hanging out with your crew But I'm rolling the spotty for you Can I spend the night with you You been to blocks and drinking brews You been hanging out with your crew But I'm rolling the spotty for you Can I spend the night with you [ VERSE 2: Scarface ] I see that lately that my loves on Stop at Papa Joes and get my grub on I ran into my old fling Tasha Still looking cute but she was knocked up (knocked up) I'm like ay how you been girl I see you finna have a kid girl The funny thing about Tasha (what's that) Is that she was destined to be knocked up (knocked up) She twenty-nine and still a cold freak But she got a baby in the car seat She wanted to be seen in all the funk spots Still getting crunk staying drunk huh (drunk huh) The Friday nights are still the same things Looking for diamonds and the chrome things (bling, bling) I'm sitting in my Benz in a nice spot I bet you want to be my wife huh [ CHORUS: Tanya Herron ] You been to blocks and drinking brews You been hanging out with your crew But I'm rolling the spotty for you Can I spend the night with you You been to blocks and drinking brews You been hanging out with your crew But I'm rolling the spotty for you Can I spend the night with you [ VERSE 3: Scarface ] And I been lonely for a long time That's why I'm glad the baby ain't mine Ran up to the door but left my car keys I went back in the store and I saw Daffany Lookin like she did back in eighth grade (eighth grade) Just like she did back in eighth grade We used to skip school and do the wild thang And I'm like daffany was up man I just got out law school She said attorney for the criminals I'm making six figures every six months She said she had everything a bitch want And been lookin for a nigga for her whole life (whole life) Don't you want to make me your wife? (Uh, uh) I guess my answer must have stunned her (I don't think so) I guess I must have stunned her [ CHORUS: Tanya Herron ] Bye, bye baby You been to blocks and drinking brews You been hanging out with your crew But I'm rolling the spotty for you Can I spend the night with you You been to blocks and drinking brews You been hanging out with your crew But I'm rolling the spotty for you Can I spend the night with you I guess I didn't know, I guess I didn't know I'm calling; I'm calling not anybody just you now baby Keep your eyes on me baby |
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{*piano sounds*}
[Scarface] I don't really remember ... feelin' like this - I wish they can see they need Mary [Verse 1] In a great day and I'm on it Coming up out ya And every now and then I can't help but to think about ya Hatin' that we ended like this, but I had ya beefin' I knew what that was missin wondering, and I need ya More now then I ever did, put in my heart for ya Starin' at my eyes they ain't shot, wide open Gotta love forming in my life, for another day And I thank you for some other doing, just let em' pray (Scarface whispering) -Just the only thing, I need Mary -Sssssshh!, I just need Mary [Verse 2] Had me thinkin' She was the only I'd ever needed Stick in ground, runnin' round, like oh..never need her I remember seeing cancer sticks, and smellin' inscents The intimate, and couch, hoping it's soak sex And niggas so thick, I had to call her up the same night Dang, they said the number still is the same Wouldn't let my friends kill her Take ya penetentiary chances to be with her, go deep with her Cheif with her, sprung on the number lawn braud Once she get you hot in her clutches, you can't run In the dark, hearing footsteps, and you can't sleep You find yourself so in love with this bitch, that you can't eat Paranoia, that's a feeling so scarce(so scarce) This bitch almost made me need Mary (Scarface whispering) -I'm the first one to tell you I need Mary -Shit, I need Mary [Verse 3] Mary, been home sick, I gotta see her And when I finally hit you this time, I'd never leave ya Took ya love for granite, I was blind And I'm hoping you can accept my apology, for this one last time You can tell that I ain't had her, cuz I can't control her This hasheesh, Mary I love, just like I told ya I'm sensitive as I write you this letter, so listen to it Seeing if you'd be down for a threesome ..Mary (Scarface whispering) -I'm the first to ever tell you I need Mary -I'm the first to ever tell you I need Mary -Man I tell ya, I need Mary |
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| 5:34 |
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[Scarface]
Dirty Nigga, dirty money [Tanya Herron] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Scarface] Dirty, fo sho It's your downfall [Tanya Herron] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Scarface] Hopeless again, and the more I stick around the shit get more fucked up That's why I'm back on Holloway gettin' fucked up Thinkin' back on how it used to be when it was all good We wasn't trippin', this was our hood I had your motherfuckin back And when it was time to go to war, it was like "where these niggaz at?" Fuck rackets, we ain't never been the type to hold out Or, let a motherfucker show out No doubt, we put it down for the 9-0-triple 4 Droppin tops, fuckin fine hoes These other niggaz is finally catching up Listening to rappers ballin and gettin touched Wasup? You done forgot about the street rules, splurgin Is you a motherfucking fool? Money ain't a thing to a nigga out here rappin But to a nigga out there cappin? That's they downfall [Chorus: Tanya Herron] Dir-tayyyyy, yeah Dirty money Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dirty money Dir-tayyyyyyy, yeah Dirty money Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dirty Money [Scarface] Now the whole neighborhood silent Got the fed-e-rals hangin (Shhhh) While these young niggaz steady sangin I need a motherfuckin law-uh-yer (Why's that?) I'm in a state of paranoia How many niggaz in the six-by-six Fin' to get, some time behind some loud mouth bitch Fin' to snitch, trapping niggaz up in they downfalls Taping motherfuckers phone calls Ay, I've been in this shit for two deep From moving ki's, pushing weight was too sweet An 8-ball will cost you 75 (Dirt cheap) Back in the game that shit was live And all you had to do to survive was get a whole click Of niggaz, down with they business and stack chips Savin up for hard times Do the time when you do the crime You niggaz tryin to ? your downfall (Chorus) (Voice with effects) Nothing lasts forever but love Money comes and goes But for those ?? it surely goes [Scarface] You rollin over in the joint, trying to get your time dropped Puttin niggaz up forever, cause you did the crime hop Turned fed, and know they got indictments for real Runnin in niggaz houses, niggaz fighting appeals Offering 50 years to innocent motherfuckers All because of the game, niggaz run outta hustle Feds be showin pictures, you got to give 'em somethin Time make a nigga forget it and start bumping And saying shit, jeopardizing the whole thang Niggaz run out of freedom, niggaz start to sang (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah) Laughing in your face, chuckle and produce Avoid they conversation, them niggaz the dudes, fool [Chorus] [Outro - spoken as Chorus repeats] Thing is, when a motherfucker is doing dirt Don't come moving it, ya know what I mean Ya know, that won't get you no Rolls Royces and shit like mine baby Your money dirty, wash your shit Them motherfuckers out here, yeah "dirty money" *scratched to end* |
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scarface the criminal
hardcore, invincible scarface, invincible the hardcore, criminal never lettin nothin stand in the way of me ridin animal instinct intentions whenever we grindin we criminally minded, ill squeeze ya blindly body parts deteriorated when they find ya heres your death certificate, might as well sign it the ending, im the reaper, why you hiding Im violent I strike with the force of a bomb and right when you least expect it I come uh, i know you see the fire in my eyes the hunger the hate im trapped inside now die everybody in here gotta die, aint nobody in here escapin my nine aint no sence in hidin, you wasting my time bitch i gotta handle i came to get mine believe if you dont leave no witness's, no crime welcome to the part of the sun that dont shine scarface invincible hardcore, criminal scarface, invincible the hardcore, criminal welcome to the day of futures ak the place where you get caught for shit you get sprayed where hoes got dicks and niggas is bitch made takin penitentiary chance to get paid children gettin suspended for totin switch blades others brutally murdered before the 6th grade its 6 million ways to murder 2face i preffer the method of usin a 12 gauge and blades crack open your rib cage shawty high off of wantin this weed and black mildly the hardcore followin is raisin dead bodies murder inc in the muthafucka like irv gotti and livin hot as we ride, look into my bloodshot eyes to visualize the blood red skies its the border where the live dead die a brief moment in time, and the sun dont shine bottom line scarface invincible hardcore, criminal scarface, invincible the hardcore, criminal in the event that you comin with static i play the map comin at you with M11's and automatic im worse than the mentally ill, a bad habit over killin my victims just to get to see they casket raised like a machine, you suckas get blasted the hardcore serial killin i done mastered the church of the criminally sick, im the pastor my dad used to beat up my mom, im a bastard now ask her, how does it feel to be a smasher me plus me with a strap, thats disaster for anybody protectin the shit that im after empty wishes dont be takin you out, im'a have to scarface invincible hardcore, criminal yea, this gon be the last time i bust a new jack rap lets go back into some old shit to show yall niggas you cant fuck with me dig it |
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