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[Scarface]
Niggaz forget about the streets but when they rap they songs They claim they tote the heat, they quick to clap they guns In interviews be braggin bout the crack they slung But when it's war, these cowards never blast, they run The fuck you think you foolin dog? I live this shit I know it when niggaz fake it - I live this shit You can front it all you want but when yo ass gets hot Then you can rest assured nigga - yo ass gets got I'm sayin that to say this - I can plot those hits I'm connected in every city on capo shit I ain't even gotta say these niggaz know my ties A nigga made, therefore whoever cross gon die Money changin motherfuckers, makin hoes grow nuts You a bad motherfucker, you don't give no fuck Let me snap you back to reality dude, shit's real You a target, niggaz in Houston want you killed Facemob until it's over, Southside the pipes Dirty Third in this bitch, J. Prince for life Dedicated to these niggaz live and breathe that shit Let the real niggaz shout it out, scream that shit [Chorus - Scarface] I never snitch, I never lie I'm not a bitch, I rather die Can't nothin change me, not even time I make the money, money don't make me a dime (x2) [Beanie Siegel] Facemob! Yeah B. Sieg baby, I'm back up in this bitch like what Fresh out the pen, once again I'm here to grab my nuts I am hell for real - you doubt it nigga? call my bluff Only respect men that's real, you coward rat-ass fucks Who raised you niggaz? Yo father probably hate yo guts Mad he didn't double up, and that Lifestyle bust Ya lifestyle fucked, ya duckin, every corner tryna clap at you Plus fuck ya mother, the bitch ain't shit for havin you What? If you don't like what I'm sayin, fuck ya attitude Same lame probably showed these rap niggaz gratitude Huh, happy they ain't snitch on you Must I remind yo monkey ass what a bitch might do? They act like they got yo back to infiltrate yo rest Then have you talkin +Through The Wire+ like Kanye West To all my real niggaz trapped homey, mind yo tongues Cuz these cowards comin home after firin they ones (?) I never snitch [Chorus x2] [The Game] Snitch niggaz, bitch niggaz, they all the same face No matter what hole you crawl in, nigga you ain't safe All you niggaz is rats, nicknamed Jake Sam, Curtis or Alpo belong in the same place A penitentary cell block gettin gang raped Coward motherfucker, now tell me how my name taste I leave you bleedin like ya period came late Red bandana on, call that my Game Face Niggaz come in all shapes Some snitches wear Reeboks, some wear Bathing Apes Sometimes they Crip niggaz, other times Piru And some snitch niggaz look just like you I promise to never snitch, like some of my homies G-Rock, B-Mase, and O.G. Tony Before I have the police run in ya house I kiss my son on the cheek and put the gun in my mouth, motherfuckers [Chorus to fade] |
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[Z-Ro]
"King of Da Ghetto," whassup 'Face, big homey I greet the Father on my knees, with a bowed head and humbled heart My conversation is have mercy on me please I just wanna be happy will it come to pass Fresh out of my mind, been 27 years and every day I've seen is sad Even though I've tried 'til I've cried I can't even stand Feels like I've died a thousand times but just can't make it man Ain't nuttin different about me doin dirt Except I've never crept up on a come up maybe that's why the hustlin hurts I remember just like it was yesterday I'm 16 Can't find no love can't find no peace I wonder what it means Could it be because I didn't choose the devil all the time I became an outcast to the hood, restricted to my rhyme Where I could not just live my life without my talent makin danger Jealousy is now state jail from friends that turned to strangers They hate me, I don't understand why I swear I never seen a man cry, 'til it was my own eye [Z-Ro] I'm 21 and think I finally got a grip on life And how bills pay the apartment, a step-son and a step-wife But without a vehicle it's kinda hard to get around If I got weed I ride for free if not my partners let me down So now I'm livin to be one deep so much I'm hatin people Lookin at everybody, even babies like they Satan people Nobody understand me, everybody's trippin with me Wonder why when I gotta ride when none of my people flippin with me Too many haters tryin to take a player off his game Not tryin to be ballerific, I'm just tryin to have some thangs They're just like crabs in a bucket, these people pull me down If I didn't have so many obstacles think where I could be now On MTV or BET or in some magazine Instead I'm stressin, hooked on codeine, headed to tragedy Sometimes I think it's better just to die Because I never seen a man cry, 'til it was my own eye [Z-Ro] (What's happenin now) In the year two thousand (six) ain't nothin changed for Ro 12 albums strong, lookin for dough and yet I'm still po' Now I done had and I done lost and I done had again On the verge of suicide, I deeply wish I had a friend But even still a good samaritan is Z-Ro's way And with that Christian attitude I caught a homeboy case I done took too many blows, a punchin bag is how I feel The deep depression starts to set, sanity's outta here I start my mission tryin to find my fate CDC #4 in name I'm feelin oh-so-helpless in this place I want revenge it's heavy on my mind but ain't central Say don't fight evil with evil, try to relax and do yo' time I heard a voice say there wasn't no need in actin up Realized I wasn't at peace with God and had to patch it up Hopin that blessings fall out of the sky Z-Ro ain't never seen a man cry until it was his own eye |
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(*talking*)
That's a set back, you know I'm saying man Lil' Red, way back in the motherfucking cut man Nigga was like shit nigga, I was like what come on man [Scarface] Street lights are glowing, everyday's another struggle And moving slowly in silence, steady making sho' my hustle Is air tight, these city streets is hectic gotta get it here Tomorrow ain't a promise to me, so I don't live in fear I work until I touch it, stack it until I need it I spend it on what I want, re-up and that's when I bleed it The soldier could never see me, as being some'ing that's lesser A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered without a question Product of my surroundings, click it clack it and and down him All they know is he missing, but niggaz ain't never found him I'm sorry but still in yet, I don't live it on regrets I'm a motherfucking killer, for realer this ain't a threat I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live your life And never when niggaz might, hit you under city lights So get it right (never know) You never know when niggaz might, hit you under city lights get it right [Hook - 2x] Lord forgive me, cause I know I ain't living right Still I gotta make some'ing happen, under them street lights But pay attention, let me show you what my life like You can get your days cut short, under them street lights [Yung Redd] Them folks got me under the scope, cause I ain't living right Still I ain't the one to provoke, dog you get it right 20 inch shoes when I cruise, under them city lights Careful with the road I choose, cause you can lose your life I'm praying and hoping, I never get caught in the moment Shot from a glock, that's smoking from not scoping When a nigga told me, you don't work you don't eat So I'm slanging thangs for cheap, where the streets lights meet And my pop, was a rolling stone 15 I was grown, 16 I was holding my own Is it wrong to sell you a dream, or sell you a zone A long way from home, on this road I roam Still I'm po'ing the liquor, for niggaz who ain't with us Ery'body ain't a gangsta, every nigga ain't a killa Naw but them laws, couldn't tell ya the difference So pay attention, or find yourself locked in prison this ain't living man [Hook - 2x] [Lil Ron] Years have passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic Two days ago, my homegirl got blasted That's tragic, happened right on my block I'm feeling paranoid, laws might run in my spot So I'm living low key, and them folks don't know me Slowly I ride through the city, stack mo' cheese Then I slide out, to the hideout and smoke on Haters watching, my chest is froze like a snow-cone But hold on, trash talking ain't my game Rather pimp me a dame, or switch lanes in a Range Peep this it ain't a secret, them laws ain't right They like to catch a late night, living the life That's why I'm on top of my game, always thinking twice Don't get it twisted, I still got a mean right But most of the time, my nigga I'm on chill It's real in the field, it's easy to get killed [Hook - 2x] |
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[Intro]
Ghetto slave, U.T.P. Ya heard me? Aiyyo Nick, show 'em Everything was gravy 'til the hurricane popped up Then the levees broke and had the whole city stopped up Then it got hectic, everybody split up But a lot of us sittin in Texas nigga we out'chea Downtown, we out'chea, uptown, we out'chea Niggaz that stayed home, you think they dead? Out'chea Heron City, all bustin heads, out'chea Niggaz with real charges duckin feds? Yo we out'chea [Verse One] Most likely you saw Eazy in Texas Trashback his brass real fast for a Lexus The Southwest side, best to be seen Tuesday night break his ass shake and sip the lean And if not, catch us on the Northside, take 610 59 it's a short ride, holla somethin out'chea Whylin in the front with the blunts cause we out'chea Hopin they don't have to figure out what we bout'chea [Chorus] 3rd Ward, 4th Ward, 5th Ward - we out'chea 6th Ward, 7th Ward, 8th Ward - we out'chea 9th Ward, 10th Ward, 11th Ward - we out'chea 12th Ward, 13th, 17th - we out'chea [Verse Two] I ran up into Barstow, took the nursing home bus The feds pulled us over but they didn't really fuck with us Causeway to I-10, bad roads, Lafeyette {??} took a two month rest Went from the shorts to the projects, the ones in the hilltop I like it in the hood but that wasn't my bus stop I made it out to Dallas, mob pimpin, sippin lean Saw some niggaz from the home team, that I ain't seen in a month or two, fucked up a blunt or two But I left, cause I gotta do, what I gotta do E hit me hard as I'm jettin, it was powerful Now I'm out of Houston, and Crophead's been doin our producin (yeah) [Chorus] [Verse Three] Yeah I'm in Houston but you know that Nigga like me, old school, new always like a throwback And when they build it I'ma go back For now I'm out'chea, you ain't seen the FUCK YOU on my do'mat? You read my license plate, mad motherfucker So you know the driver is a bad motherfucker Swerved on the A-Town, exit off the {?} Plus my homey from the hood done relocated uphill And he tellin me, how good that the weed is The numbers on the hustle, and how we both can bleed it I'm addin it up and it's just like what I needed The sweetest hustle ever, of a hustle if I seen it [Chorus] |
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...Scarface ad libs...
..."let me spit some game to ya"... [Verse 1] You gotta war on drugs well every other day a nigga dies you showed yours, now let me show you mine bring the six o'clock news and let me walk 'em in my shoes through what you call the inner city and what I call the blues I'm broke here, and I ain't wainting on a call from a resturaunt to bust tables when Petie's got a job making 35 a week and all he do is run the streets this nigga always caked up chromed out and draped up constantly telling me we need to get this paper I'm getting skinny and it's he who get my weight up straight up and plus I'm tired of missing meals so I paid the man a visit... [Petie] "What's the goddamn deal? It's good to see you dog I thought you might've choked up respect and money, well I can get you both of 'em" [Face] ...I went inside, watching him break it down when he was finished he handed a nigga nine a nine milimeter, nine zips said if I sold each one for nine, I'd have grip I hesitated, I ain't never sold a stone I done seen it fuck the hood up plus all my niggaz gone and they ain't never coming out so with that in consideration I took the package and bounced I'm headed home, dazing out in a zone eyes on my luggage, I'm abouts to get it on get to the house, spread it all on the couch getting this bank what it's about [Hook] That's how a nigga made they got a nigga paid I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave Get money everyday it ain't no other way that's how it is until they put me in a grave [Verse 2] I'm in the living room looking at the news got a razor and some zipper baggies about to do the fool cutting hundred dollar slabs wholesaling niggaz halves getting money like a muthafucka serivng niggaz bags got the blocks all blowed up the whole hood smoking got a pistol I ain't shot yet so dude's wide open for it I'm just a youngster, I ain't done it, but I will 'cause I was taught you got to get it so I get it how I live Finna get my ma a crib, she ain't working so I'm forced to win the bread for the household 'cause dad was no support often in and out of court, caught a case out of town got a body on his conscience, but nobody made a sound he was going through the motions he gonna probably beat the case still I get down on my knees and beg the Lord to let him raise get up and get my workers out supply 'em with the goods give instructions to the goons to come up out the hood I ain't gotta pay the fronters so I'm finally finna raise 'cause the bottom line is this homie you gotta get paid [Hook] That's how a nigga made they got a nigga paid I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave Get money everyday it ain't no other way that's how it is until they put me in a grave I never learned a trade I fuck with chess and spades the only other game a nigga learned to play was working hopping yay 'cause kissing ass was gay I'm on my business, I want money like I'm jade [Verse 3] I'm the nigga in the hood these little homies wanna be like I got when shit was good but now-a-days off in this street life these niggaz switch it on you quick to put you in the crosses now he standing in your crib and got a pistol in your mouth that's your muthafuckin' boy he popped you and popped your broad now he headed to the closet and he about to take it all so watch your muthafuckin' friends 'cause them the ones that sell you out ain't no future in being loyal when niggaz see you want the top jealous hearted muthafuckas always quick to say you hating I don't want another homie dog he swallowed that and chased it you can make it like I made it I think it's best you do it dolo (solo) that way niggaz can't say shit about you when talking to the po-po oh yo, you know that dude that fronted me my come up I caught him coming out the neighborhood and had him done up that's why I'm skeptic when it comes to different faces 'cause I know I got it coming but 'til then, I'll get my bank, shit [more ad libs] ..."fuck you think this is?"... ..."more food for thought"... ..."that's how this shit go muthafucka been foolin' you, fuckin' with you all your muthafucking life and he the muthafucka talking to the people you know...get that nigga ass outta here"... ..."I ride by my muthafucking self"... ..."look for me"... |
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[Lil' Flip]
Uh uhh, Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip) I'm hoppin out in a Fendi suit, I got DVD's in my Bentley Coupe I got hoes that's 22; they buy me clothes and tennis shoes I'm so throwed when it come to hoes Before I get they phone number they come outta they clothes I might take 'em to Pappadeaux's, but only if she a proper hoe I got a 'llac (what kind) a Cadillac Escalade I'm wearin Jordans (which ones) the very first ones made I got a watch (what kind) a iced-out Cartier I got a Roley but that's somethin that I hardly wear I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest freestyle ever Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar [Chorus] Who you drive, platinum cars, who you pull, platinum stars Do you write, platinum bars, platinum teeth, inside your jaws Diamond gon' rock my platinum wrist, platinum toilet to take a ish Gold is gold, and platinum is happenin so, wodie watch this [Chamillionaire] Yeahh, aiy It's Koopa Got a greenback, stack in my palm I come in a Yukon black with alarm Ice on the arm and a plat-i-num charm And you pro'lly had a thought about jackin it - naw! Of course you didn't nigga the force is hittin Behind the throwback I show that the boys is trippin Beam me up Scotty, yeah the force'll lift him Top on the drop yeah of course it's missin ... Don't want her man to know That I'ma hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe back to her man befo', he even have to know A weddin ring - ain't somethin I'ma hand a hoe Do money grow on trees? Nigga the answer's no I treat G's like seeds, get a grand to grow Car lookin like the zoo in a candy sto' Alligator on the flo' with a candy do' Can't stand me no, cause I'm havin dough I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow You ain't gettin paper what you up in the game for? Gettin paper now, couldn't be a complainer Trunk lift up at a acute angle Isoceles triangle pokin outta my swanger Chain cost me 10 G's Independent, no label could pimp me So it really ain't a thing you could get free Unless you tryin to get them chains off of Pimp C We, jammin U.G.K. you see the jewelry, ay Cover your eyes it'll blind like a UV ray Stay throwed in the game, holdin the grain (yeah) Ice and the white gold in my chain Raisin my trunk and showin my bang Hoes on the swangs while the do's color change Nah I won't let the change go to my brain Respect better be somethin that you hopin to gain You gon' mess around and get choked wit'cha chain Now Flip, Bun and Chamillionaire controllin in the game [Chorus] [Bun B] U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings) Bitch I'm that King of the underground, and the Pope of Port Arthur Keep that fire heat on ya street, and the meat in your daughter Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover Just distrubute my pollution, keepin weight undercover My brother, now we back up on the block again I got them rocks again, and them blocks again, until the cops come in But see they better bring the SWAT my friend Because I promise that we not runnin Nigga we gon' be here all day, posted in this hallway Keep them cluckers comin in cause we gon' serve 'em all yay Them nickles and dimes and quarters; that powder the rock you a-boughta Mo' dope than we oughta, nigga we turnin your projects into The Carter Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers And the Texas boy'll automatically break you off somethin proper I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow I'm down with the Pimp and the Prince, from now ever since You don't like it you must be a hoe, so [Chorus] |
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| 3:12 |
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[Intro]
Playa.. Face Mob got fiyah! (Squab, wit de bumba claat, wanna run up on me) [Chorus] Pass the itchy to the lefthand side Fuckin wit me fi sho' the niggy gon' die Don't miss ya water 'til ya well run dry Pass the itchy to the lefthand side [Scarface] See now slang don't stop, my game come cocked Scarface back at'cha fin' to lock down your block Easy now lil' homey you don't wanna start static Cause you know I come equipped I got niggaz with automatics And these niggaz they keep they game face on Have your momma singin the same ol' song Of how you lived so fast and you died, so wrong But since you ready to ride then come on Gangsta, live it breathe it and shit it Makin for motherfuckin sure you don't forget it I'm a Southside rider, anybody killer Guarantee ya don't wanna fuck with this nigga Now, who wanna test me then come on come test Fuckin with me nigga you fuckin with the best Grab ahold to the tec, put a hole in your chest Grab your ass by the neck then lay your soul to rest [Chorus] - 2X [Scarface] I been be's on a nigga, put these on a nigga Squeeze on a nigga, now ease on nigga 'Fore you get peed on nigga, you know what I'm about I'm a nigga from the ghetto, comin straight out the South Keep my name out your mouth, 'fore I pop up at your house Put a bullet in your spouse and set a flame and bounce I'm the wrong nigga to deal with, cause I be on some real shit Worst one to play with, so careful what you say bitch Y'all be on some gay shit, my heart pump the G shit Don't start shit won't be shit, cause I'll expose your weakness With a gun at the playground, makin niggaz lay down And your ass like stay down, the fuck you gotta say now? Niggaz is silent when the pistol's in they face And the barrel's in they teeth and they breathin the oily taste And the reaper's standin over ya heavin can hardly wait For the heathen to squeeze it and leave you leanin on the gates [Chorus] - 2X |
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[Intro: Scarface talking]
Oooohh, yo Vice drop this heat dog, ugh Hit the bass line, yo Vice what you're doin' man Straight up, ugh [Verse 1: Scarface] I'm too deep to quit, and too strick to fold And you need to split nigga G into code Come on, these years to teach, homey speak to know it Bodybag what we're talkin' about, you weak, you row The game is overcrowded so we fight for space Neighbourhood show the hustle, still we grind to win Tryin' to find a way, to come up on 2 pounds of yay And double up it, ain't never happened touch it A lot of niggaz focued on they candy paints And that was in the grills, steering wheels and grand But I ain't trippin' out here, flippin' I just need to thank Money miny, yo all the mission tryin' to steal me bank Ride and homicides we get it, fuck it, peepin' in horn Killin' all these pussy niggaz think they keepin' in God Pistol cocked on the block and all they fearin' is death Then again nigga, roaddog you feelin' me yet So if I die, I'm tryin' to get it mamma, barely deed And pray to God that he kept this spot hell me Sad as fuck, what the nigga stuck down the raw Bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup Here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule And if live like the gold fiend then you'd do what they do I'm on my own limits sold buck words All alone in the ghetto, deep in weed, sweat in Jelly Nose Worrey eyes, you either do it or you die Crimin' in flood, ridin' your blood, cause this is your life... [Chorus: Johnny P] Our golden law, now foes or friends I'm on my own, no hoes, no ends I been smillin' but I can't innovate I feel that hurt but I can't explain it I have been around with a player or two And still ??Hurricane can be, ?? ?? loose when you pumped the face Real nigga blues and it hold your aims You're bold or fold no in betweens Console your seems don't blow your creams Also don't you loose your dreams This is my life, this is my life [Verse 2: Willie D] I just got word: my uncle done died But ain't no tears on my face cause I done already cried I been here before, dead to me is not new My heart safe it, mamma don't, cops too I got my best to get my purpose to the Lord But sometimes this shit be fuckin' with me hard And I'm heartless, I'm a kid again Lookin' out my window watchin' niggaz get murdered In college worked the parties, step with??, drink ?? Just to get through the night Go to school only the anchor stomach givin' you fight Cause sure there were fights and I was bustin' like a the sun bitch The smartest nigga on the block live in ??kick The convicts with worry ?? hard to ?? to the tails Searchin' for heaven and livin' in hell They say I'm wrong for teaches this on Fuck what you believe, can't heal by myself That's the way I'm livin', this is my life [Chorus: Johnny P] Our golden law, now foes or friends I'm on my own, no hoes, no ends I been smillin' but I can't innovate I feel that hurt but I can't explain it I have been around with a player or two And still ??Hurricane can be, ?? ?? loose when you pumped the face Real nigga blues and it hold your aims You're bold or fold no in betweens Console your seems don't blow your creams Also don't you loose your dreams This is my life, this is my life [Verse 3: Bushwick Bill] I only got one eye but I see things ever so clear Been acquainted with death but I never know fear I still roll to spots, cats scared to go there If it's a heaven for a G, if not, prepare to go there I live for today and not promise tommorrow Smoke weed and set lead and try to dry my sorrows In this game of life ain't no rules to follow And if I come to lie for them it's a hard heal to swallow I'm still the smallest cat with the biggest rep in H-Town Stress in my life is gettin' hard to take down Havin' visions of cats rollin' in my weight now It feels like I'm about to have a nervous break down It takes a big man to share this pride Tryin' to get my soul right and put the brain inside Y'all niggaz are so scared to ride They got it from Still I alive to Why I Feel So bad inside This is my life.... [Chorus: Johnny P] Our golden law, now foes or friends I'm on my own, no hoes, no ends I been smillin' but I can't innovate I feel that hurt but I can't explain it I have been around with a player or two And still ??Hurricane can be, ?? ?? loose when you pumped the face Real nigga blues and it hold your aims You're bold or fold no in betweens Console your seems don't blow your creams Also don't you loose your dreams This is my life, this is my life |
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(feat. Trick Daddy)
[Trick Daddy] And the winner is, Trick Diesel Facemob My nigga Baby, ha ha Gangsta, gangsta, gangsta [Chorus] You know me, 'T' double, you know I'm a G Cuz I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker But it was like you, you a pussy nigga But I keeps it gangsta, gangsta, gangsta Gangsta, gangsta than a motherfucker [Trick Daddy] Went to a eight ball from a dime piece Ship dat, flip dat, bought a nine piece in five weeks Shit lookin' good but I think slammin' Me and my dawg passed up bought a block and a half Sellin' O's or betta clockin a fag Bout four, five slugs and we was bustin' they ass Gotta keep my bread in a safe place We up with my hitchens in undisclosed locations Hey yo I got the llello, you got the money Try nothin' funny and I don't buy dummies Every ounce betta bounce back And every brick that I break up It all betta flake up And when that shit hit the waters Shit go to ballin' That dope all betta fall in I bought coke back on 84 Back when wood used to get them bricks from the Birdo And when I hit him I want to hurt him And on cutlass I wanna hit it They ass gon' feel it [Chorus] [Baby] Ay, ay, ay, ay It's the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin' rubber You the number 1 stunna ma show a lil somthin' Ay, ay roll a lil somethin' Mmmm Hmmmm blow a lil somethin' I got them thangs for a lil nothin' If you got a lil money I'ma throw a lil somethin' Bump this nigga Mmmm Hmmmm fuck you nigga We aint from 'round here dumpin' on niggas But ay Trick Daddy battle up for this nigga Well let me get to my hustle (hustle) I got bricks, grams, and bundles (bundles) I got ki's in the muffler Birdman daddy CMB motherfucker [Chorus] [Scarface] Face mob, right back at ya With O's like cookies I flip like spatulas 99.9 of the time I'm on the grind Bricked up and breakin' em down I got to admit the dope game gravy 3 zippers balled up you bring back 80 You learn to swell you might see double Remember you can't sell bubble So here it is fool I play the game where its no rules Givin' you lessons from the old school You don't get high off your own supply And when a motherfucker cross you make sure he die Make the next man know he got to think about the payback This shit go deeper than me rapping or me say that Ask my nigga Trick Daddy, ask my nigga Baby Been like that since the early 80's [Chorus] |
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[Scarface]
Niggaz forget about the streets but when they rap they songs They claim they tote the heat, they quick to clap they guns In interviews be braggin bout the crack they slung But when it's war, these cowards never blast, they run The fuck you think you foolin dog? I live this shit I know it when niggaz fake it - I live this shit You can front it all you want but when yo ass gets hot Then you can rest assured nigga - yo ass gets got I'm sayin that to say this - I can plot those hits I'm connected in every city on capo shit I ain't even gotta say these niggaz know my ties A nigga made, therefore whoever cross gon die Money changin motherfuckers, makin hoes grow nuts You a bad motherfucker, you don't give no fuck Let me snap you back to reality dude, shit's real You a target, niggaz in Houston want you killed Facemob until it's over, Southside the pipes Dirty Third in this bitch, J. Prince for life Dedicated to these niggaz live and breathe that shit Let the real niggaz shout it out, scream that shit [Chorus - Scarface] I never snitch, I never lie I'm not a bitch, I rather die Can't nothin change me, not even time I make the money, money don't make me a dime (x2) [Beanie Siegel] Facemob! Yeah B. Sieg baby, I'm back up in this bitch like what Fresh out the pen, once again I'm here to grab my nuts I am hell for real - you doubt it nigga? call my bluff Only respect men that's real, you coward rat-ass fucks Who raised you niggaz? Yo father probably hate yo guts Mad he didn't double up, and that Lifestyle bust Ya lifestyle fucked, ya duckin, every corner tryna clap at you Plus fuck ya mother, the bitch ain't shit for havin you What? If you don't like what I'm sayin, fuck ya attitude Same lame probably showed these rap niggaz gratitude Huh, happy they ain't snitch on you Must I remind yo monkey ass what a bitch might do? They act like they got yo back to infiltrate yo rest Then have you talkin +Through The Wire+ like Kanye West To all my real niggaz trapped homey, mind yo tongues Cuz these cowards comin home after firin they ones (?) I never snitch [Chorus x2] [The Game] Snitch niggaz, bitch niggaz, they all the same face No matter what hole you crawl in, nigga you ain't safe All you niggaz is rats, nicknamed Jake Sam, Curtis or Alpo belong in the same place A penitentary cell block gettin gang raped Coward motherfucker, now tell me how my name taste I leave you bleedin like ya period came late Red bandana on, call that my Game Face Niggaz come in all shapes Some snitches wear Reeboks, some wear Bathing Apes Sometimes they Crip niggaz, other times Piru And some snitch niggaz look just like you I promise to never snitch, like some of my homies G-Rock, B-Mase, and O.G. Tony Before I have the police run in ya house I kiss my son on the cheek and put the gun in my mouth, motherfuckers [Chorus to fade] |
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[Verse 1 - Scarface]
I use to watch you on stage gettin'money, lookin lovely got these niggaz offerin they pockets tippin you twenties 'cause you cold with that shit that you do...ya mood shocked me unlike these other hoes in ya crew you don't jock me I'd like to get ya phone number just to see what you about call you for breakfast to get you out and see if you just some eyes without a face let me see ya crib - take me to ya place I wanna show you that it's mo'to me then fuckin on my mind 'cause in yo mind I bet you fuckin all the time come to find you only out tryin to go to school and tryna go to school and pay bills is hard to do I see you fool so go on and do ya thing but when you tired of showin ya titties give me a ring I like a woman gettin hers cause that's better then her tryna come up off mine I can't let her [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke Go on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke(Repeat 4x) [Verse 2 - Z-Ro] Go on and let a nigga peak, go on and let a nigga poke give me some assistance as I manuver my long stroke I hope you don't think I'm payin'for it that's the wrong hope 'Cause I know you wanna be Z'Rollin over chrome spokes bitch I know you wanna tell ya girlfriends how it was to get hit from the back, in the back of the 'Lac by a thug and to get ran through until you get carpet burns off the rug and to get nutted on by nine niggaz with diamond grills and guns and how you got on my microphone and sung a sixteen ya performance deserves a grammy check out my big screen most bitches don't know but you know what suckin a dick mean yeah the head was fed but what up with that in them jeans I can see the pussy (?)lookin like a big bee make ya cycle start early my shovel be diggin deep I don't wanna relationship, I just want me some relations go on and let a nigga poke hoe, and stop shuckin with my patience [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke Go on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke(Repeat 4x) [Verse 3 - Pimp C] Bitch get down on me at the drop of a dime fuck all that R & B singin shit I ain't got the time I'd rather bust yo'ass up with some screwed and chopped let me test ya jaws and let me stretch out ya cotton I'm still Pimp C bitch, the name ain't changed puttin stick up in these hoes don't remember they name 'cause we tired of playin games with them booty lickers 'cause we jumped up in ya life, cause I'm a true dirt digger so go on hit the streets, break them lame tricks then bring it back to daddy that's how you can get this dick I need the cash first - and the ass last and we can blow dro in the Benz while I smash on the gas so let a nigga pimp, and let a nigga mack and later on tonight you can get hit up in ya back...and get ya money back but when I make ya pussy skeet bitch you gon'buy me a 'Lac [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke Go on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke(Repeat 4x) [Verse 4 - Juvenile] I ain't tryna talk a hole in yo head but I can tell you didn't excel what them hoes done said starrin at my neck and my wrist 'cause my shit is frozen red and I look like a easy hustler so go ahead ya leavin the same way ya met me you gon'be grievin if you sex me, while I'm schemin on the next piece I'll poke ya cookie I don't give a fuck who know this who up in the area that aknowledge what a hoe is all my warriors is lovin my rep how I took it to the world from the project steps playin touch with my broad like my children and it ain't like back in the days when we ducked behind buildings I be a threat to tell a broad what I'm feeling especially if she poor and she need to be gettin no bullshittin she ever fix her mouth for some money it's good with me I ain't the one what you need is a stool pigeon [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke Go on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke(Repeat 4x) [Verse 5 - Petey Pablo] If you think I'm a treat a bitch with high price drawls any differance then the way I treat the grandma's on how many ways is there to say that you terribly wrong would you understand me better if I just said "naw" fuck what another motherfucker told y'all that's tipical talk when they dick hard they just wanna little pussy mama that's all it's like fourth down, two yards fuck it they goin for it how am I payin'for it?, and how much you charge for it? it ain't about being a whore that's what it's made for get ya paper baby fuck what the world say get ya bills paid....okay! [Chorus - Bun B Sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak, and let a nigga poke Go on get naked for me streak, and let a nigga stroke [Petey Pablo talking] |
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[Verse 1: Common]
Memories on corners with the fours and the moors [pronounced foes and moes] Walk to the store for the rose talking straightforward to Got uncles that smoke it some put blow up they nose To cope with they lows the wind is cold and it blows In they socks and they souls holding they rolls Corners leave souls opened and closed hoping for more With nowhere to go rolling in droves They shoot the wrong way cause they ain't knowing they goal The streets ain't safe cause they ain't knowing he code By the fours I was told either focus or fold Got cousins with flows hope they open some doors So we can cop clothes and roll in a Rolls Now I roll in a "Olds" with windows that don't roll Down the roads where cars get broke in and stole These are the stories told by Stony and Cottage Grove The world is cold the block is hot as a stove On the corners [Chorus: Kanye West] I wish I could give ya this feeling I wish I could give ya this feeling On the corners, niggas robbing, killing, dying Just to make a living (huh) [The Last Poets] We underrated, we educated The corner was our time when times stood still And gators and snakes gangs and yellow and pink And colored blue profiles glorifying that [Verse 2: Common] Streetlights and deep nights cats trying to eat right Riding no seat bikes with work to feed hypes So they can keep sweet Nikes they head and they feet right Desires of street life cars and weed types It's hard to breath nights days are thief like The beast roam the streets the police is Greeklike Game at it's peak we speak and believe hype Bang in the streets hats cocked left or deep right Its steep life coming up where sheep like Rappers and hooper's we strive to be like G's with 3 stripes seeds that need light Cheese and weaves tight needs and thieves strike The corner where struggle and greed fight We write songs about wrong cause it's hard to see right Look to the sky hoping it will bleed light Reality's and I heard that she bites The corner [Chorus] [The Last Poets] The corner was our magic, our music, our politics Fires raised as tribal dancers and War cries that broke out on different corners Power to the people, black power, black is beautiful [Verse 3: Common] Black church services, murderers, Arabs serving burger its Cats with gold permanents move they bags as herbalist The dirt isn't just fertile its people working and earning this The curb-getters go where the cash flow and the current is It's so hot that burn to live the furnace is Where the money move and the determined live We talk play lotto and buy German beers It's so black packed with action that's affirmative The corners [Chorus] [The Last Poets] The corner was our Rock of Gibraltar, our Stonehenge Our Taj Mahal, our monument, Our testimonial to freedom, to peace and to love Down on the corner ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WEST, KANYE OMARI/LYNN, LONNIE RASHID/HASSAN, UMAR BIN Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing |
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