| Disc 1 | ||||||
|---|---|---|---|---|---|---|
| 1. |
| - | 
|
|||
|
Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr. Scarface went up the block again (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have, all I have, all I have in this world) Ahh yeah, hah Mr. Scarface is back in the motherfuckin house once again! Yea, droppin some of that new Mr. Scarface Two, on your motherfuckin ass So suck a nigga dick, or make a nigga rich Or something, bitch Verse One: I don't give a FUCK about the chatter in the background Niggaz get beat when they step this is axe down If you don't know, I recommend you check And ask them motherfuckers, how many heads I put to rest I play a game but the game ain't roulette Slangin cane is the thang and I beat That there's a lot of wannabe Scarfaces I've heard the name in ninety-nine different places I'm here to squash it all original will speak Scarface on your ass from the streets I left my cut, in fear of a prison term They wanna put me in a chair and let me burn But go to prison on a murder rap, fuck that I refuse to be a visitor in state's camp So I broke and left behind all I worked for Either that or be sentenced for a drug war And many want to know why I've slowed up It's either that or get fucked Cause laws get happy on the trigger Say fuck it put a cap in a nigga But this ass ain't made for no caps homey This ass says 'Exit Only' So I get in the wind but hey A nigga still sold a quarter everyday I sat around for six months black Waitin for the day to make a comeback And now I'm ready for combat Mr. Scarface is back Chorus: repeat 2X (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have, all I have, all I have in this world) Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face On the farilla my nigga just call me Scarface Verse Two: Aiyyo Bido, drop that shit Yeah, heh heh Back in the South Park, six o'clock on the dot Checkin on my old rock spot I seen the same old set Heh, the small timers see me so they jet Buildin one-twenty-eight I got myself a bag and I can't wait To cut em up small to make a profit Niggaz on the cut short stop it Fiends'll see em small then they go Where, to see the motherfuckin pro One nigga got pissed And started reachin for his shit Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool Like I said before, you don't get a second chance dude Unloaded on his ass he was hurt Six shots put his dick in the dirt Laid him out like a motherfuckin rug Gettin pumped full of thirty-eight slugs Some other niggaz stepped out y'all Aww shit, I had to make a phone call Hello? Hay Jay Whassup? I'm in a little trouble man Where you at? I'm out here in South Park Village Stay right there, I'll be right on C'mon let's take these motherfucers to war main Jay called up some niggaz from the 5th Ward And came back with a motherfuckin hit squad Motherfuckin uzi machine Big Chief packed an M-16 Will and AK with a banana clip And little Bill had a god damn pistol grip I hit a little laugh and got me a buzz And that's about the time they got drugged One more war took place You can call me the shit started, or call me Mr. Scarface Chorus Verse Three: Damn, check this shit out Later on, all alone, you know what happened next Another bitch came by to give me sex It was kind of strange I was thrown off The last bitch got her head blown off But fuck I ain'tsta pass up no pooty She started strippin at the door, oh goody I got in that ass with the quickness Fuckin her down with the diznick I didn't have to pretend I loved her All she wanted me to do was just fuck her So I gave it up to the lady And all she said was 'Fuck me baby, fuck me baby' I started stroking in an outrage The whole while I was starin at my twelve gauge The bitch was makin noise I said I'm killin her And all the while my dick was hard and he was still in her I made a nut as she fell to the floor I heard a knock on the front door I grabbed the twelve gauge from the bed head Who is it? (Fred) Who? Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the door By that time someone jumped in the window Now what the fuck was I do? *bam bam bam* The bitch packed a twenty-two Hit him in his head, there she laid him The nigga standin by the door I sprayed him *automatic fires* And headed for the back I seen that same old brown cadillac It kinda fucked me up at first Cause the nigga that drove that caddy rode away in a hearse I opened up fire on the ride G Who I was shootin for was standin right behind me I had a double barrel pointed at my ass Could this be the end of Mr. Brad? I don't know what happened to the slut Well that's about the time the closet door it opened up *kicked open* On your ass trick! I'll be damned if I go out like the last bitch! Heh, five-oh's on my ass main They know me by the face, but they don't know my last name Now I'm back on the case Yeah, just call me Mr. Scarface |
||||||
| 2. |
| - | 
|
|||
| 3. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Ah -
It's jumpin off in H-Town, baby He-he-he Strictly for the funk lovers, give it to me And we really want the whole world to see How it goes.. We want your mind to blow, baby ..when you free your mind and let it float Let me roooooooooooooll.. We want your mind to blooooow Just let us hang with you [ VERSE 1 ] Hangin in the hood, just shootin the breeze My partners on the cut smokin swisher sweets Trippin on the hoochies rollin by in they rides Guzzlin up a forty ounce of cold St. Ides Jammin to a tape to my partner had made 'Growin' up in the Hood' bein mixed with Face Swisher sweet's a killer, feelin nothin but nice Reached in my pocket for the old school dice Pulled out a knot and dropped the dice on the flo' And asked my partner Mike what they hittin fo' Pulled out a yard and said, "We bettin a dove" Tee Lee Baby, show your partner some love Kickin back fadin, put the flame to the joint 3-2, drop baby, 3-2's your point Back in the do' with a fo' and a ace Picked up his ends and waved the dice in my face And then he hollered out "School house!" Schooled em again, now d's come in ounce And walked away from the crap game broke But it ain't no thing, yo - just let a brother smoke Let me roooooooooooooll.. We want your mind to blooooow Just got some things to do [ VERSE 2 ] Back on the creep after losin some change Seen my partner [Name], Big Chief and James Creepin on the boulevard, actin a fool Trippin on the broads at the old school Music bumpin hard, never turnin it down Trunk super tight with surround-by sound Paint job crackin cause the punch ain't fade Jammin that brand new 2Low tape Windows all smokey, blowin coke-laced seed I'm throwin up the deuce to the HPD Now they lookin crazy like I sold the hay Just another day in the heart of S.A. Roll a little further there, I seen O.G. With his brother named [Name], S.A. O.G. They chopped up the hood, so I'm chunkin it back And then they pulled out a $200 sack When I saw it I almost choked Twist your partner one, big baby, just let your partner smoke Let me roooooooooooooll.. We want your mind to blooooow We got some things to do [ VERSE 3 ] Smokin on some lovely, now I'm feelin fine It's jumpin off at the 9.9 5th Ward in the house with the S.A. fools Ain't no set trippin cause we all so cool Drinkin up the bottle, gettin drunk as a skunk That 151 just ain't no punk Hit the stage and grabbed the mic and started flexin styles A stage full of tight MC's goin buckwild Now throw your hands in the air like that On the wheels of steel is my homie Lonnie Mack Gettin down on his own Now I'm finna pass my partner Jay the microphone [ Lil' Jay ] Throw your hands in the air like that Northside where you at, where you at, where you at? Throw your hands in the air like that Southside where you at, where you at, where you at? Throw your hands in the air like that Eastside where you at, where you at, where you at? Throw your hands in the air like that Westside where you at, where you at, where you at? Let me roooooooooooooll.. We want your mind to blooooow Let me roooooooooooooll.. We want your mind to blooooow We got some things to do Just let us hang with you We some drink for you My partner Jay's... |
||||||
| 4. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Meanwhile, on the Southside of town...
[Chorus] Southside, the south, southside (8X) [Scarface] Now what you niggas know about the dirty South Nigga you spit the wrong shit you gettin' spurred in the mouth Southside, let the spotlight shine, heat 'em up Introduce 'em to the glock 1-9, beat 'em up Who in the muthafuckin' house y'all, the Gulf Coast Sippin' blurbs, we perb on, serve and get a smoke Eyes bleedin' from the brown shit The porch thick as you could ever fuk around wit And shut you down, bitch I represent from all angles of the south From S.A. to M-I-A, we in the house Knockin' busta muthafuckas out So what you sayin' If you for real about this Goddamn game You'd say you playin' So what you claimin' Peep the game that's bein' spit Tell dem niggas who ain't listenin' That Southside's the shit I'm screamin' "Dirty South" While I'm chuckin' up my deuce Dedicated to my down ass niggas The South trues, the Southside [Chorus] [Devin] Southside, nigga what, nigga southside Bitches come a dime from outta town With they mouth wide open Scopin' out the popped trunks, trippin' Off the candy paint, drippin' Elbows and vogues slippin' Lookin' for sumtin' to happen And thinkin' that these streets are cool And I'm the fool to show 'em 'round 'Cuz I be rappin' That's when I let 'em know Hoe, there's no southern hospitality 'Cuz when dey get here Then the southern fatality I ball Wit a group of niggas when it's time to do a job Fuck these groupie bitches smokin' drankin' with the squad Because it gets crazy after dark They keep they hands on they gun From 5th ward to South Park The Southside [Chorus] [Tela] Bitches and hoes, jewelry and clothes Money to fold, afterparties and shows That's how it goes in this dirty hole Southside muthafuckas need to let 'em know that uhh (Niggas ain't playin' in Texas) Even our bitches be bouncin' in bubble Lexus In the 'llac, in the back, wit yack That's our thang Niggas got game and you slang like main I been around the world and I-I-I-I Love my Southside niggas I don't know man I don't know why, why We some live ass niggas Makes no sense how they pimp in the Chi I'm gone ball from the H to the M 'til I die A-T-L, what the hell, you know Atlanta be live In between New Orleans, shit , we 'bout it and high Come on |
||||||
| 5. |
| - |
|
|||
|
(Scarface whispering):
I don't really remember feeling like this Got this love formin' in my life???rom this dame And indeed took the form of life???t's a shame How a man can fall in love with dreams--not afraid Not afraid to let you up and leave Do your thang MaryJane mess with all my folks???ot 'em high For the days that they were lost and broke???hit got 'em by Only right was stopping it from props Plus she from the block of only finer crops Do your thang MaryJane chorus: Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Happy just to hear your name Do your than MaryJane Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary When the world starts to stress you out???hat you do? Put a cancer stick up in your mouth???r grab a brew Sold in stores but the fact remains is???hey the blame And the government's been taxin' that ( )-- gettin' paid If it's taxable it's cool to smoke--kill or not And the alcohol is killin' folks?true or not Other people try to make you bad--but I know you not When my situation's lookin' sad I know I got A true friend in my time of need?ll I need Your natural you come from seeds? decree Makes me happy when I'm feelin' pain Once again makes me happy just to hear your name Do your thang MaryJane chorus: Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Happy just to hear your name MaryJane do your thang Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary When you sad depressed and feeling strange???ho you blame Need some company to keep you sane?all her name MaryJane I love you MaryJane???o your thang You're all I need to get me through this thang???rue to game You aint never made me stash my thang???cratch the brain Anything you've always kept me tame?nd its plain For me to see that you my everything?aryJane MaryJane helps to ease the brain???hen you hang Through the seasons you aint never change???tayed the same Never seen what people seen in speed???ou became Naturally you everything we need???o the thang Do your thang baby true indeed Do your thang MaryJane Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Happy just to hear your name MaryJane do your thang Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary |
||||||
| 6. |
| - |
|
|||
|
(ring) "don't answer that"
"Hello I'm not at home leave a message (beep) "Yo bitch this is (beep) pick up the phone bitch I know you're in there You fucking with that old fucking ass face now huh bitch Where my motherfucking kids at bitch Fucking bitch punk ass bitch!" Hey today must be my lucky day I turned the corner hit the block and seen that ass from a mile away (now where's she staying?) She must be new in the hood But I ain't trippin' on that shit, cause it's all good I rolled up on her, and I asked her her name ain't a damn thing changed , ain't no shame in my game She said, " Used to go Thomas" I slowed my rope, cause she just might be one of my homies' babies mamas Now where you headed, she said "Going to work" Gave me the look, I cracked a smile and thinink, "Going to flirt" My homies women ain't no thing to me, Cause if they caught one of my ho's, they'd do the same to me And furthermore she was peepin' my ride Convertible, 64, with the ride inside Super clean with the discus in full Higher than the fucks spittin' this to ho's: [Chorus] Please excuse my attitude, Sorry if I'm being rude, but I've got something to say to you Hoping you won't lose your cool I want to sneak you out to play with me, You can spend the day with me And we can ride and see the sights Its going down tonight Reminiscing on the bitch that I had back in the day Gave the bitch a call and she hung up in my face Now that's the pits She didn't have to put up a front I stuck that ass back in there And haven't called her for 3 months I guess they send me to be doggin' a chic Can't understand how you niggas just be hogging your bitch Go on and pass her, unass her, send her to the master Let he take a ride with the braster It cool, don't front, ooh, no sex No sweat-not even on my mind-we just met And furthermore, we can get to those But for now I'm rolling 'Raris spitting this to ho's: [Chorus] Now cruisin' to the crib with this bitch that I scooped Parked my Ferari, now I'm back in the coup, I knocked her boots- Your baby's mama put me to work I dragged that ass from the back, and knocked her shit in the dirt She wanted me badly so I put it inside She got the (front and back , side to side) Back and forth with the gangster glide Started off at 6 and didn't finish till 9 Hit the showers like I been out playing ball for the day She was asleep, cause she just had her drawers full of dick (now that's sick)And plus she got you staying at home With the kids all alone while she's gettin' her fuck on So believe me when you down in the brad I'm at the pad with your baby mama clowning that ass So player hatin' niggas check the bitch you chose I'll be mobbing in my 'Benz spitting this to ho's: [Chorus] |
||||||
| 7. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Intro: 2Pac
There's gon' be some stuff you gon' see that's gon' make it hard to smile in the future. But through whatever you see, through all the rain and the pain, you gotta keep your sense of humor. You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit. Remember that. Mmm, yeah. Keep ya head up.Yeah. Verse One: 2Pac Our lifestyles be close captioned addicted to fatal attractions Pictures of actions be played back in the midst of mashin' No fairy tales for this young black male Some see me stranded in this land of hell, jail, and crack sales Hustlin' and heart be a nigga culture or the repercutions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures Sellin' my soul for material wishes, fast cars and bitches Wishin' I live my life a legend, immortalized in pictures Why shed tears? Save your sympathy My childhood years were spent buryin' my peers in the cemetary Here's a message to the newborns waitin' to breathe If you believe then you can achieve Just look at me Against all odds, though life is hard we carry on Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on To all the seeds that follow me protect your essence Born with less, but you still precious Just smile for me now Chours: Johnny P, 2Pac Smiiiiiile for me , won't you smile (smile for me now) Just smiiiile (smile), smile for me (What cha lookin' all sad for? Nigga you black, smile for me now) Smiiiiiile for me (nigga you ain't got nothin' to be worried about) Won't you smile (no doubt, smile for me now) just smiiiiile (And the next generation) Verse Two: Scarface Now as I open up my story with the blaze a your blunts And you can picture thoughts slowly up on phrases I wrote And I can walk you through the days that I done I often wish that I could save everyone but I'm a dreamer Have you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game overlookin' his tomorrows and they finally came? Look back on childhood memories and I'm still feelin' the pain Turnin' circles in my life came to dealin' cocaine To many hassles in my local life, survivin' the strain And a man without a focus, life could drive him insane Stuck inside a ghetto fantasy hopin' it'd change But when I focus on reality we broke and in chains Had a dream of livin' wealthy and makin' it big Over football chose to cook raw, and takin' a gig And after all my momma's thankin' God for blessin' the child All my momma gots to do now is collect it and smile Smile Chorus (without 2pac) Verse Three: 2Pac Fuck the world as we ???? and witness furious speeds of unaswered questions keep us all stressin', curious G's Backstabbed and bleedin', fuckin' thoughts laced with weed Learnin', duckin' stray shots, bullets be hot, they burnin' Inhalin' sherm smoke, visualized the flames Will I be smothered by my own pain? Strange whispers, cowards conversate, so quick to dis us Takin' pictures for the feds, and desperate hopes they'd get us Hit us off, give us plenty centuries, forgive my sins Since I ain't in many penitenturies the best revenge is fuck friends We military minded soldiers, bustin' shots blindly Tryin' to find Jehovah to help me Somebody save me Lost and crazy, scared to drop a seed hopin' I ain't cursed my babies Maybe now niggas feel me now, picture my pain embrace my words make the world change And still I smile nigga (Scarface talking) And now a moment of silence, let us pray And as you journey into outerspace may the angels help to lead the way May the prayers that the families made shine up on your soul to keep you safe And all the homies that done passed away Be there to greet you as you pass the gates And as you headed to the tunnel's light I hope it leads to eternal life Can we say a prayer for our homie 'Pac? Smile (Smile for me) (All ya need to do is smile) (Woooo smile for me) (Come on smile for me) |
||||||
| 8. |
| - |
|
|||
| 9. |
| - |
|
|||
| 10. |
| - |
|
|||
|
[Jay-Z talking]
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 [Jay-Z] 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 on box-spring Pissy Mack and shit, low old box of things Strictly glassy shit - I hug the block like a quart of water 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* |
||||||
| 11. |
| - |
|
|||
| 12. |
| - |
|
|||
|
...It's a new day... ya know what I'm sayin'?
A new day, brings a new problem to a brother and all I gots ta say is thank god for my mother cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope The lord he had a plan for me and with his help, my mother made a man of me didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in taught me how to save my little dividends so when I graduated I'd have a little school money but in the sixth grade I wanted to be the school dummy and flunked outta school with the flag pole and left my mother dear at home with a sad soul because my mother worked the fingers to the bone cause we was alone, and me I bought an "F" home My real pops he broke out with the style so I respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child So now we livin' comftable taught me the game and how to be responsible But back then I couldn't see it I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin' and ended up in a big fight and told me not to come home until I got my shit right So now I'm livin' at my grandma's home my grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own and keepin' me ain't no big deal but now that I'm much older I see just how the shit feels being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no even though my grandfather just had a stroke and now the money's low and pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go or either try to find a job so I can help out I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get myself out and when I get out I gotta try to pave the way so my family can have a better place to stay I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short I can't cope, so now I'm slangin' dope and now my granny knows I'm doin' wrong she just prayin' for me heavily take care of her grandson and the lord must of heard her prayer cause he made me get a grip and got me on up outta there I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya you couldn't have told me nothin' back then but now I feel ya... I'm eighteen, and now I'm havin' big fun my baby's mother just had my first son May eleven, I never will forget the day A star's born, let's name him little Scarface My first born and yo I'm a proud father I gotta son, I gots ta be my son's father and sellin dope ain't the way that I can get ahead but what the hell, I gots ta keep my baby fed I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part and he's my son, I gots ta try to make him hard I buy him clothes, and jewelry not the Tonka toys because the Tonka toys will only punk my boy and I don't want my son to look at life through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like but yet and still I let my son be a kid just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate the game I gave him way back when he used to roller skate and now my son is four years old I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role because these years he'll remember most so it's all about little Marcus and me becomin' close but I got a buncha obstacles if it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle Now everybody's got my baby wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy "It's your daughter, don't she look like you?" I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma dukes because my mother knows the real deal all these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal So now we in and outta court tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' G Come to find out, the girl never had me she's the baby's mother but me I ain't the baby's daddy and biological tests done proved you gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude but now I finally got a real daughter no need for the testin' I know that I'm the baby's father I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya you couldn't have told me nothin' back then but now I feel ya... I feel ya... Now I'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life It's nineteen ninety-three, I put away my pocket knife and got a bigger stick to fight with I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick because we livin' in a concentration set and everyday, we face to face with death I seen my homies go and come and judgement day is just somethin we can't run from so I know my number's comin' up so I gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up and even though I hate killin' off my own kind I gotta be a man and as a man I'm a defend mine My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast so united we stand but we gonna fall quick because we always tryin to take another brother's shit and the cops is in the same boat just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope They shootin' ta kill, they gats ain't sparkin' duds they shot my long time partner Rudy in cold blood and now the story's all twisted up and if they gave the cop the chair I really wouldn't give a fuck because he left my partner's family with memories and after hearin' this I know you don't remember me but yet in still I find it hard for me to stay in touch I see his parents and then I started breakin' up because I know what you did was wrong but you won't realize until you dead and gone It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning you straight up shot him from behind but all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back you give a gat to a black he don't know how to act but you gotta tell your story to the judge not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves and if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness then in reality you took care of your business but regardless I know you wanna kill me but I ain't goin' out like dat Ya feel me? ...yeah |
||||||
| 13. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Man: So what you gonna when you get outta here, cat daddy?
Scarface: I don't know dawg...just trying to live it one day at a time, you know? Man: I hear you talkin' man, live it one day at a time...ain't nothin' but a thing though, bro. Scarface: Yeah I hear you fool. Well let me get up outta here, man, my ride out here waitin' fo' me Man: Aight cat, take it easy baby. Scarface: Stay up fool..... peace. Verse 1: He greets his father with his hands out, rehabilitated slightly, Glad to be the man's child The world is different since he's seen it last... Out of jail---been seven years---and he's happy that he's free at last All he had was his mother's letters Now he's home and he's gotta make a change and make it for the better But he's black, so he's got one strike against him And he's young, plus he came up in the system But he's smart, and he's finally makin' eighteen And his goal's to get on top and try to stay clean So he's callin' up his homie who done came up Livin' like this now they dealin' with the same stuff And had that attitude that who he was was worth it And with that fucked up attitude he killed his first man Now it's different, he done did dirt And realized, killin' men meant comin' up, but it still hurt And can't nobody change this It's nineteen-ninety-fo', and we up against the same shit I never understood why I could never see a man cry, 'til I seen a man die *instrumental chorus* Verse two: Imagine life, at it's full peak Then imagine, lying dead, in the arms of your enemy Imagine peace, on this earth, when there's no grief Imagine grief, on this earth, when there's no peace Everybody's got a different way of endin' it And when your number comes for service then they send it in Now your time has arrived for your final test I see the fear in your eyes and hear your final breath How much longer will it be 'til it's all done? Total darkness and ease be in all one I watch him die and when he dies, let us celebrate You took his life, but your memory he'll never take You'll be headed to another place And the life you used to live will reflect in your mother's face I still gotta wonder why I never seen a man cry, 'til I seen a man die *chorus* Verse 3: I hear you breathin', but your heart no longer sounds strong But you kinda scared of dying, so you hold on And you keep on blackin' out, and your pulse is low Stop trying to fight the Reaper, just relax and let it go Because there's no way you can fight it, but you'll still try And you can try it 'til you fight it, but you'll still die Now your spirit leaves your body and your mind clears The rigormortis starts to set, now you outta here You start your journey into outer space You see yourself, in the light, but you're still feelin' outta place So you standin' in the tunnel of eternal light, And you see the ones you never learned to love in life Make the choice, let it go, but you can back it up If you ain't at peace with God you need to patch it up But if you ready close your eyes and we can set it free There lies a man not scared to die, may he rest in peace I still gotta wonder why, I never seen a man cry 'til I seen that man die *chorus* |
||||||
| 14. |
| - |
|
|||
|
In world news today officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan alias Scarface must be stopped
After being monitored by secret service agents for two years Evidence leads Tobacco and Fire Arms officials to believe that his literally dope lyrics promote drug usage and distribution Degrade women influence gambling promote and teach violence and more importantly Its influencing our minors and destroying our young community Officials say, he's the lord of underground rap and his music must be stopped We got this whole motherfucker on a mission Now the whole entire world's gotta try to come up with a quick decision They claim we threats to society And now they callin on the government to try and make somebody quiet For the bullshit they done to me Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat So why you tryin kick some dust up America's been always known for blaiming us niggas for they fuck-ups And we were always considered evil Now they tryin to bust our only code of communicating with our people Lets peep the game from a different angle Matt Dillon pulled his pistol every time him and someone tangled So why you criticize me For the shit that you see on your tv That rates worse than PG Just bring your ass to where they got me So you can feel the hand of the dead body [Chorus: x2] Nigga don't believe that song That nigga's wrong Gangstas don't live that long So now they tryin separation And sendin black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation Tappin into our conversation Saying the message that they give Bring forth or premeditation So David's got a silver mag While listenin to Brad, David gets mad and kills his dad David Duke's got a shotgun So why you get upset cause I got one A tisket a tasket A nigga got his ass kicked Shot in the face by a cop, close casket An open and sgut situation Cop gets got, the want to blame it on my occupation If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue me Because the shit that I be sayin ain't worse than no western money Don't blame me blame your man Gotti So you can feel the hand of the dead body [Chorus: x2] You best to free your mine Before I free my nine And stop fuckin with the void in pop Or feel my hot rocks Bang, bang, boom boom, ping ping I'm the black White boys gat a magazine and don't kow how to act I'll attack and make you vomit Down with Kahlid Abdul Muhammad Do he got a brother, I'm it now I'm the illest want to kill this house nigga Don Cornelius Can you feel this? You punk niggas make me sick Suckin' on the devil's dick Scared of revolution Need to start deuchin' Houston is the place I caught a case Them motherfuckers tried to put a scar on my face But i bust two times to the gut To the Reverend Calvin Butts Gotta pair of nuts? I started this gangsta shit in 86 Now you dissin' me For publicity Isn't he a hoe to the third degree Who me I'm a g who like to scrap-a-lot Down with Rap-A-Lot And I can't stop, won't stop So fuck Bill and Hillary Ice Cube their ain't no killin' me Ice Cube, Scarface Droppin' on these sellin' out niggas, doing it like this [Chorus: x2] |
||||||
| 15. |
| - |
|
|||
|
[Scarface]
Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see Do you think I'm cra-zy??? (AAAAAGHHH!! Just bein me) Sometimes I wanna die, maybe I'll be free Free from all this bullshit that's constantly surroundin me (I can feel it in my head) I see when I'm asleep I don't wish to discustin, cause it done been too deep I'm tired of bein' stepped on, and past around like weed Look me in my eyes (Look me in my eyes) and tell me what you see (and tell me what you see) Can you see my future, and what lies down the line? Is it just my test, or is it just my time? Time for me to pay, for all the wrong I've did I forgot to be picked off, when I was just a kid A poison in my mind, tryin to find relief But I can't get no peace, cause Shoemaukers been chasin me Tryin' to set me up, bustin down my streets Blockin' up my door, to see if he can catch me But I don't sell no dope, so fuck what niggas say Fuck Ronnie Carbone(?), and fuck the D.E.A. And fuck these undercovers, that lock me up for weed You can search me all you want to, but you won't find no cheese And I ain't finna snitch, cause I don't know a thang Don't ask me shit bout Steve, don't ask me shit bout Jane I know you crackrs pissed off, I can see it in your eyes I'm down with Rap-A-Lot, until the day that I die (Until the day that I die) So fuck you in ya asses, you know it's all a lie You just wanna destroy me, just like you did my guy But now I must expose you, and tell my boys the truth Listen up my niggaz: "The F.B.I. been watchin' you" Especially if you black, and tryin to leave the streets And get off in this music, you see the way they doin me Runnin in my crib, makin niggaz lie Nigga get a scapegoat and take this 25 You know I ain't no dopeboy, ain't never been a mule I admit I use to sell rocks, but that was back in school Now I just do music, and smoke a little weed but not enough to run a dope house, so why you fuck with me? [Chorus] Look me in my eyes! Will you look in my eyes, and tell me do you see what I see?(My eyes!) Will you look in my eyes, and tell me do you see a Geeeeeeeee? [Scarface] Look me in my eyes, I've told all I could tell you And now you know too much, if you leak a word I'll kill you You think that I'm insane, partially deranged? You've had your chance to pick my brain, now explain What's up with all these nightmares, this long rewinding road that leads me to the same place I started from; right before I left home (Look me in my eyes!) I thought you was a shrink Diagnosed my symptons, I give you time to think OK your time is up, now analyze my life Please remove your glasses, look me in my eyes (Look me in my eyes, my eyes) You seemed to be confused, I raised up off his sofa Put back on my shoes, because this sessions over I headed for the door, he stopped me in my tracks He said he had an answer, he told me to come back He spoke the book of Matthew then he spoke the book of Luke But he stopped at Revelations, when he just spoke the truth And told me all my answers, I would find in his book If I just stopped and looked, if I just stopped and looked Told me to seek in he who seeks he shall find Then he put back on his glasses, and looked me in my eyes Looked me in my eyes [Chorus](2x) |
||||||
| 16. |
| - |
|
|||
|
Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket
Too my pistol out, unlocked it Pulled the hammer back and - cocked it And left his shit all on the carpet I seen a (murder, murder) I pin-pointed my target I'm making my way up out the building I got the nigga that I came here to get, notify his children That they old man done fell up out the game Because I came to this muthafucka and killed his ass just like Jesse James Think it's a muthafuckin game? I come around this muthafucka and kill yo ass just like Jesse James What's my muthafuckin name? There'll be no witnesses to this homicide No re-enactment on the late night news to be re-dramatized All you got is a nigga with a dot In the middle of his muthafuckin head he been shot Dropped in the middle of the floor and he ain't breathin And the nigga's on the go cause we ain't seein He did his dirt and got the fuck up out the picture The hollow point just hitcha, out of line, so it got witcha Call the muthafuckin helicopter But ain't no hope, cause the Tina broke that nigga off a hella proper That oughta hold your monkey ass (muthafucka, you) That oughta teach your funky ass (muthafucka, you) I know this muthafuckin game is sheift And you done lost the fuckin game of life And that's a muthafuckin shame You let a nigga come around and do yo ass just like Jesse James And that's a muthafuckin shame You came around this muthafucka and let me do ya like Jesse James Think it's a muthafuckin game? Wait - this muthafucka got me bent, I gots to - break Because this nigga done put his hands all up in my - face He best to chill before I hit him with this - lace And catch this muthafuckin case Cause once I got it blind, then he done with Because I'm true to myself, fuck the dumb shit You ain't no muthafuckin gangsta, gee And when I get up out your ass you gon' realize it just ain'tsta be It ain't no studio up in me And all that bullshit I'm hearin you talk only offends me And lately I'm under a lot of pressure It seems to me you can't come clean, so yo, I gots to check ya I pull my .45 and (buck, buck, buck, buck) And right before he die I (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck) I could give a muthafuck about the sentence I snatch yo ass up off the hinges cause I'm (SCREAMING FOR VENGEANCE) Cause life has no meaning, no meaning We were all born to die, so no screaming Think it's a muthafuckin game? I come around this muthafucka and cut yo ass just like Jesse James Put out your muthafuckin brains I come around this muthafucka and do yo ass just like Jesse James Think it's a muthafuckin game? |
||||||
| 17. |
| - |
|
|||
|
I'ma born killer, you're face to face with Scarface
You tried to ice an X, but thats a motherfuckin waste Your schools fucked up G And your momma shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap And uh, since you got beef Lets take it to the streets and I'mma bring it to your ass G I'm commin from the heart son And I don't take no shit, but I'm about to start some Now which one a you hoes wanna jump If you got static, then get it off your chest punk Cause I ain't bar none If you're feelin lucky then go ahead and get cha some I ain't with this fucked shit If ya ain't in trick, then get your ass in ya trunk bitch Cause I'm about to square it off Hit ya ass in the chest with the tech and try to tear it off Send you back to mommy, its a plastic And hadda bitch out huntin for a casket I'm on the for realla tilla my nilla I'm a born killa (CHORUS)(2x) I'ma born killa Born Killa "Don't fuck with me" My momma did her part But it ain't her fault that I was born with out a heart In other words I'm heartless dude I don't love me, how the fuck I'mma love you? Thats right, you guessed it I'm legally insane, marked mannick depressive I'm takin all types a medication To keep me out the mood of premeditatin Yo, the log around my lone is worse I'm havin thoughts of killin me, but I'm killin you first Mr. Kindness talks but I don't listen A victim of society fucked by the system My whole life's been a see saw I'm up one day, down and out on tomorrow Right now I'm even more upset Some shit that happened to me that I don't think I'll ever forget You think I'll let it die, but I ain't It ain't because I want to, its because I can't I'mma getcha but I ain't goin into it Cause ain't nothin to it but to do it See it ain't no sweat to me Cause in the fo place, you fucked up the minute that you stepped to me I'm not your average dealer I'mma born killa (CHORUS) Now I'm livin where I can cause I'm homeless Can't make point calls cause I'm phoneless I ain't, I'm starvin duke I can't go to mommas house cause mommas starvin too Better grab that 12 gauge Cause thats the only way a niggaz gonna get paid I'm on my way to my old bank They know me real good and they don't think that I'd gank Had my gun in my trenchcoat Now getcha ass on the floor And don't think about pushin that panic switch I'm gettin paid and you're gettin killed bitch Take notes to the message I gave ya Ya dyin ho and can't nothin save ya I'm doin bad, so I'm goin bad Huh, and you never expected that from Brad But theres a lotta things pressin me And ain't the nigga to let the mortredresser dressin me So I'm comin out winnin 100,000 in the case now I'm comin out grinnin But the shit didn't flow smooth The security guard had to run and pulla hoe move He reached for his pistol The 10 gauge went "BOOM" shoulda heard that motherfucker whistle Hit him in his chest Now which one a you motherfuckers in here wanna die next? Nobody made a move And I got away smooth And thats how it is nigga I spared a couple a lives, but I'm still a born killa (CHORUS) |
||||||
| 18. |
| - |
|
|||
|
