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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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[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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| 4. |
| 4:16 |
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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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| 3:35 |
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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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| 3:32 |
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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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| 4:06 |
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(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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| 4:59 |
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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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| 9. |
| 6:00 |
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(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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| 4:10 |
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| 11. |
| 3:15 |
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(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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| 12. |
| 4:12 |
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(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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