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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(bun b)
I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin Had to find my place But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue Had to dodge a case Had to dodge a bullet And the nigga that tried to pull it The streets is throwed If I don't get lean and blowed everyday I feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive All my life this drive I tried I seen a lot of good niggas die Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched Or somebody's a bitch I wish I could change the past But I gots to live in the present and pray That tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself I found out she had to told me Just to show me just how good I had it I guess I couldn't see it Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it But that was just the way we used to g it One of the wrongest niggas I see Or one of the strongest niggas I know Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know So I put weed in the bong and I blow Stay cool calm and collected a neglected Child that grew into a man that's widely respected Too real (chorus) I feel no pain I can't complain Stuck in the game Tryin to maintain Cause I'm so real (pimp c) We blow big everyday But that don't stop our pain Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game Got niggas doin 40 When you 25 that's life I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price These bitch ass niggas shife Niggas might snitch out they momma That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama Cause we ain't promised tommorow But nigga you promised to die Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry At night I talk to God and try to understand How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun I guess that's true for some But them hoes will never win Out here just hustlin and grindin Tryin to change from niggas to men Chorus (3-2) My nigga you a ho to me Boy you done went off on me Runnin round with the fakin and hatin I'ma blast if you run up on me I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch This matter coulda been resolved If you woulda came clean and paid my shit See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up No respect for your family that's dead Don't write yo peoples locked up Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name You boys is funny I'm bout my money And oh so true Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you I'm too real Chorus |
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(bun b)
I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin Had to find my place But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue Had to dodge a case Had to dodge a bullet And the nigga that tried to pull it The streets is throwed If I don't get lean and blowed everyday I feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive All my life this drive I tried I seen a lot of good niggas die Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched Or somebody's a bitch I wish I could change the past But I gots to live in the present and pray That tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself I found out she had to told me Just to show me just how good I had it I guess I couldn't see it Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it But that was just the way we used to g it One of the wrongest niggas I see Or one of the strongest niggas I know Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know So I put weed in the bong and I blow Stay cool calm and collected a neglected Child that grew into a man that's widely respected Too real (chorus) I feel no pain I can't complain Stuck in the game Tryin to maintain Cause I'm so real (pimp c) We blow big everyday But that don't stop our pain Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game Got niggas doin 40 When you 25 that's life I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price These bitch ass niggas shife Niggas might snitch out they momma That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama Cause we ain't promised tommorow But nigga you promised to die Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry At night I talk to God and try to understand How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun I guess that's true for some But them hoes will never win Out here just hustlin and grindin Tryin to change from niggas to men Chorus (3-2) My nigga you a ho to me Boy you done went off on me Runnin round with the fakin and hatin I'ma blast if you run up on me I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch This matter coulda been resolved If you woulda came clean and paid my shit See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up No respect for your family that's dead Don't write yo peoples locked up Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name You boys is funny I'm bout my money And oh so true Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you I'm too real Chorus |
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from Benzino - Redemption (2002)
Haven't you ever heard (Trackmasters) a killa
[Benzino]: Zino 44 Caliber killa [Benzino]: Face, Young McNeil 44 Caliber killa [Benzino]: I BEAT MY MEAT SO I CAN come through on any block start COME-dumping Zino don't stop stop SHOOTIN IM MY MOUTH CAUSE I GOT A TASTE FO THE STUFF IF YOU BRING ME THE PAIN I'LL STRAIGHT UP LET YOU DIS ME CAUSE MY HEART'S MADE A MUD AND MY LYRICS ARE FROM DISNEY. I BEEN KNOWN TO BLOW Scarface SO THAT I COULD WALK THE YARD AND MY DAD's A FAKE PACINO WIT A BOYFRIEND NAMED BERNARD Chorus [M3]: It ain't no secret if LET ME I'LL GET DOWN ON MY KNEES AND BLOW YOU I got semi-automatics with beams but I'D RATHER KISS YER BOZACK I prefer the 44 Caliburs cause it's BIGGER IN MY MOUTH GOT A LITTLE RAG CALLED SOURCE AND IT'S STREET CRED HAS GONE SOUTH horus (2x) |
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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
All I have in this scar is balls (x6)
balls, right word (gunshot) balls, right word (don't fuck with me) balls, right word (gunshot) balls, right word (don't fuck with me) All I have in this scar.... (x10) If he needed the money he give em pow (x2) This town is like a great big pussy, just waitin' to get fucked (x4) Say hello to my little friend (x4) (tons of gunshots) All i have in this scar is balls (x6) Don't fuck with me (x4) (Gunshots) All I have in this scar is balls (until the song ends) |
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from Scarface - The Last of A Dying Breed (2000)
(feat. Redman, Napoleon)
[Redman] I got a headache this big... Word up.. word up.. word up.. It's kinda hot in here Haha (word up) Brick City (word up) Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo It can't be! P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo' (Bla bla...) I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars I pull cards like Vegas Clap my hands then walk away from the table with ya payment (How I'm paid?) Niggaz are barely a village I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance & Phillip A man or gorilla (ahh ahh) my cap toot back like Fred So white bitches jump on my +Limp Bizkit+ and yell "You niggaz know you can't fuck around" Haha yeah, you see me, you be duckin up and down (Yo yo yo) Super Lex, cop a thing-thing Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng Fuck ya brains out hold when Al Green sings When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it I got the next bitch rockin ya birthday present News at 11, Scarface and Doc From Bricks to South Park we say, "FUCK THE COPS!!" [Hook: Redman] Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me, you be yuckin duckin up and down What, these niggaz know they can't fuck around What, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me in the streets, you be duckin up and down Nigga, you niggaz know you can't fuck around Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around [Scarface] As I, bring it to ya one more time From a state where we stole weight, and dough mind dine And we don't tote six-shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 Hit the other side of sixteen and getcha mind blown Fo sho', it's a different vibe from being downtown then when ya come into the ghetto and ya can't come back out I seen the ghetto shut down, seen niggaz shot up Seen niggaz get knocked the fuck out and never got up The neighborhood paralyzed, crack drive-bys It's evident we hurt, you ignored our cry On the outside the ghetto just another mindstate And import more minorities to help the crime rate I ain't lookin for a job, fuck workin the part-time when we could come up on some dough, with good combs and slang dimes I see this all the Goddamn time - it's fucked up and it's the truth Nevermind the shooter on the roof It's a war goin on right here, where we at I can't complain about what I can't change, so why dap? Dropped outta high school in tenth grade so I rapped But still, can't seem to get this monkey off my back Fuck it, I pulled a few moves and ride for the streets And when I start to feel like this, don't fuck with me! [Hook] [Young Noble] Yo, Young Noble Outlaw, spittin shit with 'Face and Red Bear looped out flows and you can taste the wet Place ya bet, young nigga ace the test You say Nob' got a old soul, blame the vets Flurp shit from the earth bitch, cradle to grave Burnt shit from the fingertips, able to spray Nigga ya mind playin tricks on you Ya drew down, but ya nine won't spit for you And ain't nobody got no hostle clips for you You in the mix but ain't nobody doin shit for you It's gon' be Hell for hustler, while your neck spoil you With the same clip you had last week and niggaz know I know the real, that's why the fag don't speak And I ain't even peak yet, without the heat yet Holla my street yet, cuz I be the beef yet I'm hittin these niggaz hard, I ain't even eat yet or felt defeat yet, I melt the weak yet Lyrical breathe death - we thugs nigga what we take slugs to the gut Patch 'em up, hit the Bricks, it's time for our lunch Outlawz, Dirty Mob motherfucker! [Hook] - 2X |
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from Scarface - Last Of A Dying Breed - Screwed (2005)
(feat. Redman, Napoleon)
[Redman] I got a headache this big... Word up.. word up.. word up.. It's kinda hot in here Haha (word up) Brick City (word up) Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo It can't be! P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo' (Bla bla...) I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars I pull cards like Vegas Clap my hands then walk away from the table with ya payment (How I'm paid?) Niggaz are barely a village I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance & Phillip A man or gorilla (ahh ahh) my cap toot back like Fred So white bitches jump on my +Limp Bizkit+ and yell "You niggaz know you can't fuck around" Haha yeah, you see me, you be duckin up and down (Yo yo yo) Super Lex, cop a thing-thing Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng Fuck ya brains out hold when Al Green sings When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling bling You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it I got the next bitch rockin ya birthday present News at 11, Scarface and Doc From Bricks to South Park we say, "FUCK THE COPS!!" [Hook: Redman] Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me, you be yuckin duckin up and down What, these niggaz know they can't fuck around What, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me in the streets, you be duckin up and down Nigga, you niggaz know you can't fuck around Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around [Scarface] As I, bring it to ya one more time From a state where we stole weight, and dough mind dine And we don't tote six-shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 Hit the other side of sixteen and getcha mind blown Fo sho', it's a different vibe from being downtown then when ya come into the ghetto and ya can't come back out I seen the ghetto shut down, seen niggaz shot up Seen niggaz get knocked the fuck out and never got up The neighborhood paralyzed, crack drive-bys It's evident we hurt, you ignored our cry On the outside the ghetto just another mindstate And import more minorities to help the crime rate I ain't lookin for a job, fuck workin the part-time when we could come up on some dough, with good combs and slang dimes I see this all the Goddamn time - it's fucked up and it's the truth Nevermind the shooter on the roof It's a war goin on right here, where we at I can't complain about what I can't change, so why dap? Dropped outta high school in tenth grade so I rapped But still, can't seem to get this monkey off my back Fuck it, I pulled a few moves and ride for the streets And when I start to feel like this, don't fuck with me! [Hook] [Young Noble] Yo, Young Noble Outlaw, spittin shit with 'Face and Red Bear looped out flows and you can taste the wet Place ya bet, young nigga ace the test You say Nob' got a old soul, blame the vets Flurp shit from the earth bitch, cradle to grave Burnt shit from the fingertips, able to spray Nigga ya mind playin tricks on you Ya drew down, but ya nine won't spit for you And ain't nobody got no hostle clips for you You in the mix but ain't nobody doin shit for you It's gon' be Hell for hustler, while your neck spoil you With the same clip you had last week and niggaz know I know the real, that's why the fag don't speak And I ain't even peak yet, without the heat yet Holla my street yet, cuz I be the beef yet I'm hittin these niggaz hard, I ain't even eat yet or felt defeat yet, I melt the weak yet Lyrical breathe death - we thugs nigga what we take slugs to the gut Patch 'em up, hit the Bricks, it's time for our lunch Outlawz, Dirty Mob motherfucker! [Hook] - 2X |
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from Geto Boys - The Geto Boys (2005)
Geto Boys Geto Boys Geto Boys Geto Boys (Don't fuck with me) --> Tony Montana [ VERSE 1: Willie D ] As I walked through 5th Ward, I saw this man He was kind, but he was blind, I snatched his jewelry and ran I caught up with Face and said, "I think it's worth a grand" He smiled and he giggled and he shook my hand We tried to pawn it in time to go to the jam He said, "It's fake", and I said "What?", he said "I'm sorry", I said "Damn!" My mama threw me out, I called my sister a whore Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor It's been a week I didn't eat, I couldn't take it no more Saw my teacher Miss Elaine at the grocery store I waited by her car, she asked: "Why aren't you in school?" Put my gun up to her head and said, "Get in, you old fool" She offered her keys, cried and said, "Please!" She promised not to tell and give me A's and B's I said, "I want your money, grub, and all I can sell" I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell I knew she was a snitch, I beat her down with my gun Got happy with the trigger, now I'm on the run An assassin Geto Boys Geto Boys (Don't fuck with me) I'm an assassin [ VERSE 2: Scarface ] Now I'm just what you expected, a runner out on bail Hustlin is my job, and I'm paid well I'm used to makin money fast, beaucoup cash Try to beat me or cheat me, my boss is bossin your ass Once lived Sheila, yeah, I meant to kill her Her teeth was big and gappy, so we called her Godzilla She planned for a party, she said "Bring everybody" No jive, when we arrived we saw Dectective Ray McCarthy I started haul-assin, my Adidas came unfastened I fell and went to jail and came back as an assassin First I start wailin, my pockets started swellin Havin green is havin power, and you know what I was sellin Now Sheila was addicted, her face looked reflicted I caught her sellin ass, then and there I should've kicked it I drove up to her corner and gave her a grin Asked, "How much?", she said, "20", I said, "Bet", she got in I drove her to a place that was quiet and dark She said "yo, turn out the lights and found a place to park" Now I knew the girl was ready, she started gettin sweaty But all was in my head was 'kill that bitch like Freddy' I dug between the chair, and whipped out the machete She screamed, I sliced her up until her guts were like spaghetti A maniac, I stabbed the girl in her tits And to stop her nerves from jumpin I just cut her to bits An assassin [ VERSE 3: Bushwick Bill ] Her father was a priest, cold blooded he's dead Hypocrite, I caught him basin, so I shot him in the head Poured on the holy water, "Bless the dead" is what I said Then heard the demon screamin as his body bled Now I stole from the poor, lied on the man Dropped the dime, he's doin time and I don't give a damn We're not really greedy, we'll help the poor and needy We'll rock a show and clock some dough, then drink until we're pretty drunk on the freeway just the other day I saw a fine hitch-hiker, and I wanted to play I pulled off the road, so I could offer a ride She said "Thanks", I said "No thang," and she got inside Jivin as I was drivin, then I asked which direction She said, "5th Ward", I said "We're from the same section" Made it to her ave, she said out and said "Thanks" I said, "Yo babe, like won't you chill and have a couple of drinks? We went into my house, and I filled up her glass She drank and got drunk, that's when I got in that ass I banged it and banged it until my thang got sore I said "Honey...", she said "20", I said, "Get out, you fuckin whore!" She put on her clothes, headed for the door She said, "Welcome to the disease there is no cure for" Then she started runnin and almost got away With no clothes I gave chase, makin sure she'd pay Now she passed by my boy and I knew he was strapped Red pulled out his gun and shot the bitch in her back Bare butt-naked I headed for the car The massacre was from Texas, so I pulled out the chainsaw Cuttin and cuttin, he said "Bushwick, man, she's dead" On the news they found remains of just an arm and her head An assassin I'm an assassin (Don't) (Don't) (Don't fuck with me) We just was buggin, you know what I'm sayin? Ha-ha-ha (Haa-haaa!) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't fuck with me) |
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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
Geto Boys Geto Boys Geto Boys Geto Boys (Don't fuck with me) --> Tony Montana [ VERSE 1: Willie D ] As I walked through 5th Ward, I saw this man He was kind, but he was blind, I snatched his jewelry and ran I caught up with Face and said, "I think it's worth a grand" He smiled and he giggled and he shook my hand We tried to pawn it in time to go to the jam He said, "It's fake", and I said "What?", he said "I'm sorry", I said "Damn!" My mama threw me out, I called my sister a whore Now my house is abandoned, my bed is the floor It's been a week I didn't eat, I couldn't take it no more Saw my teacher Miss Elaine at the grocery store I waited by her car, she asked: "Why aren't you in school?" Put my gun up to her head and said, "Get in, you old fool" She offered her keys, cried and said, "Please!" She promised not to tell and give me A's and B's I said, "I want your money, grub, and all I can sell" I looked into her eyes and she was scared as hell I knew she was a snitch, I beat her down with my gun Got happy with the trigger, now I'm on the run An assassin Geto Boys Geto Boys (Don't fuck with me) I'm an assassin [ VERSE 2: Scarface ] Now I'm just what you expected, a runner out on bail Hustlin is my job, and I'm paid well I'm used to makin money fast, beaucoup cash Try to beat me or cheat me, my boss is bossin your ass Once lived Sheila, yeah, I meant to kill her Her teeth was big and gappy, so we called her Godzilla She planned for a party, she said "Bring everybody" No jive, when we arrived we saw Dectective Ray McCarthy I started haul-assin, my Adidas came unfastened I fell and went to jail and came back as an assassin First I start wailin, my pockets started swellin Havin green is havin power, and you know what I was sellin Now Sheila was addicted, her face looked reflicted I caught her sellin ass, then and there I should've kicked it I drove up to her corner and gave her a grin Asked, "How much?", she said, "20", I said, "Bet", she got in I drove her to a place that was quiet and dark She said "yo, turn out the lights and found a place to park" Now I knew the girl was ready, she started gettin sweaty But all was in my head was 'kill that bitch like Freddy' I dug between the chair, and whipped out the machete She screamed, I sliced her up until her guts were like spaghetti A maniac, I stabbed the girl in her tits And to stop her nerves from jumpin I just cut her to bits An assassin [ VERSE 3: Bushwick Bill ] Her father was a priest, cold blooded he's dead Hypocrite, I caught him basin, so I shot him in the head Poured on the holy water, "Bless the dead" is what I said Then heard the demon screamin as his body bled Now I stole from the poor, lied on the man Dropped the dime, he's doin time and I don't give a damn We're not really greedy, we'll help the poor and needy We'll rock a show and clock some dough, then drink until we're pretty drunk on the freeway just the other day I saw a fine hitch-hiker, and I wanted to play I pulled off the road, so I could offer a ride She said "Thanks", I said "No thang," and she got inside Jivin as I was drivin, then I asked which direction She said, "5th Ward", I said "We're from the same section" Made it to her ave, she said out and said "Thanks" I said, "Yo babe, like won't you chill and have a couple of drinks? We went into my house, and I filled up her glass She drank and got drunk, that's when I got in that ass I banged it and banged it until my thang got sore I said "Honey...", she said "20", I said, "Get out, you fuckin whore!" She put on her clothes, headed for the door She said, "Welcome to the disease there is no cure for" Then she started runnin and almost got away With no clothes I gave chase, makin sure she'd pay Now she passed by my boy and I knew he was strapped Red pulled out his gun and shot the bitch in her back Bare butt-naked I headed for the car The massacre was from Texas, so I pulled out the chainsaw Cuttin and cuttin, he said "Bushwick, man, she's dead" On the news they found remains of just an arm and her head An assassin I'm an assassin (Don't) (Don't) (Don't fuck with me) We just was buggin, you know what I'm sayin? Ha-ha-ha (Haa-haaa!) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't fuck with me) |
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| from Scarface - Balls And My Word (2005) | |||||
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| from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005) | |||||
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from Irv Gotti - Irv Gotti Presents...The Remixes (2002)
I don't remember feeling like this...
Baby...Baby I love you...Baby...Baby I love you. I got this jones forming in my bones (from a man), who indeed took over my soul, (understand), I couldn't breathe if he ever said (he would leave), get on my knees till they bloody red, (baby please), see I don't know if you get it yet (just don't know), He's like a lighter to my cigarette(watch me smoke), I never knew another human life(didn't know), could have the power to take over mine, So baby baby. Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby(baby I love you), baby, baby,baby baby,baby, I love it when I hear ya name, got me sayin' baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,(baby I love you) baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. See, I could never feel alone with you (in my life), I'll give up everything I own for you (won't think twice), almost a shame how I'm mesmerized (such a shame), I loose my thought looking in your eyes (I know why), because your kisses make my lips quiver (and that's real), and when you touch me my whole body shivers (I can feel), now, I can see how another life(nother life), could have the power to take over mine..cause your my... Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby,(baby I love you), baby, baby,baby baby,baby, I love it when I hear ya name, got me sayin' baby, baby, baby, baby, baby(baby I love you) baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. Break it down Baby, I can't see my world (can't see) living here on God's green earth, (God) you don't know what ya done to me (done to me), I never thought I'd need you desperately(desperately), it's kind of sick how I'm stuck on you(stuck on you), but I don't care cause I'm needa you (I'm needing you), and how I feel will remain the same (remains the same), cause your're my baby (cause your my baby), listen and when the world starts to stress me out (where I run), it's to you boy without a doubt (you're the one), who keeps me sane and I can't complain (can't complain), you're like a drug you relieve my pain (may seem strange), you're like the blood flowing through my vains (oooo), keeps me alive and feeding my brain (oooo), now this is how another human life (nother life), could have the power to take over mine..cause your my Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby (baby I love you), baby, baby,baby baby,baby, I love it when I hear ya name, got me sayin' baby, baby, baby, baby, baby(ooo..baby I love you), baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby baby Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby baby, baby,baby baby,baby baby, baby, baby, baby, baby baby, baby, baby, baby, baby. |
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| from The Partysquad - Nachtwacht (2018) | |||||
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from Scarface - Mr. Scarface Is Back (2005)
im on a rampage been forced 2 look at darkness brought up being heartless and with a gauge is how i'll gaurd this quietly i sit plottin hits like a lunatic waitin 4 a bitch 2 star t some shit so i can hit'em with a sring of bullets comin from a tech 9 warned u not 2 test mine and if u make it you'll know next time that if u fuk w/me im gonna get ya and when i catch ya you'll be a victim of the the call the body snatcher.......
many claim 2 b a gangsta but that gangsta aint a gangsta that gangta is a pranksta yea a prankstaz how i rank ya at the sight of blood u hold ya stomach then ur runnin hands over ya eyes and like a ho ya start to vomit but i aint never backed up rack up as they sack up and giggle and these niggaz when they die while bodies stack up like i said b4 the dj akshens my identity a homicidal maniac with suicidal tendencies the judge'll try 2 sentence me to 10 i'll never blink he'll change it say im phsyco and jus send me 2 a shrink 20 months im in suclusion and my heads filled with confusion got a fealin that im loosin so ive come 2 this conclusion i gotta get the fukk out i cant take it anymore caught a watchman at his post so i rushed him to the floor i was thinkin 2 myself wut if his posse comes 2 get me i know if im'll die i gotta take some niggaz with me put my hands around his neck began to choke em grabbed his pistol out hit holster then i smoked em waited a second and heard muthfukkas comin grabbed an xtra box of shells and started runnin now in the nigga cops r runnin after its time 2 snatch somebodies cuz im the Bodysnatcher............. |
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(feat. Devin)
Walk up in the session wit my dick in my hand Fat sweet in my mouth, 24 ounce can Ain't got no time for all yesterday he say she say Pull out the B-Tape give it to the DJ My eyes are tight and shinin cuz I'm smokin some kill Dont look at me go buy some drinks call up some hoes if u will I see its nothin but a party oh well I guess that I'm the host aint nobody got no more weed its time to smoke Keep that B rollin, you see everybody's holdin they own you know I got to bust at least 2 or 3 before I'm gone But theres always 1 in the crowd rappin loud all in the niggaz mouth for all them bitches and cowards With the East coast flow West coast body language Don't know nothin bout the South tryin to find someone to hang wit Man when you finish flowin, or whatever the fuck you doin Holla at me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n Had to get away needed some time to chill so I bought a 59 and got behind the wheel Scooped up a fat sack of kill I'll be drivin a while takin 2 or 3 pulls every 5 or 6 miles I can't wait to see my road dogs you know how we do it Just like a case of beer piece of cotton through one right through it And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few they be glad to see me Niggaz don't give 'em dick like I do I bust about 2 then they tell they friends then I'm in with my french tickler makin they pussy lips lips grin And there's always one in the crowd Talkin loud found out I fucked her cousin Now she runnin her mouth leavin notes on my windshield I'm a bitch I'm a hoe Early in the mornin bitches knockin at my mamas door Mama please when you finish whatever that you doin who ever that is tell I'm in the bathroom boo boo'n I got a visit from an old friend fresh out the county he said he came up on a lick and he was glad that he found me He had some new niggas wit him full of drink and lookin sweaty Cockin gats back talkin bout, "Come on D man you ready?" It's a house down the street about two doors down they sell weed and they least got 2 whole pounds Man all we gots to do is hit this ride and we cool Let's fuck his wife and take his weed and bust on that fool We can all come up what ever we get we split aint nobody sayin nothin aint nobody seen shit So let's pile up five deep in your 'llac He'll know that it's you, D, and he won't think it's a jack Man you must be smokin crack you dont know who dat is that nigga work for HBD been sellin weed round here for years So whenever you finish plottin, schemin whatever you doin Wait for me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n |
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(feat. Devin)
Walk up in the session wit my dick in my hand Fat sweet in my mouth, 24 ounce can Ain't got no time for all yesterday he say she say Pull out the B-Tape give it to the DJ My eyes are tight and shinin cuz I'm smokin some kill Dont look at me go buy some drinks call up some hoes if u will I see its nothin but a party oh well I guess that I'm the host aint nobody got no more weed its time to smoke Keep that B rollin, you see everybody's holdin they own you know I got to bust at least 2 or 3 before I'm gone But theres always 1 in the crowd rappin loud all in the niggaz mouth for all them bitches and cowards With the East coast flow West coast body language Don't know nothin bout the South tryin to find someone to hang wit Man when you finish flowin, or whatever the fuck you doin Holla at me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n Had to get away needed some time to chill so I bought a 59 and got behind the wheel Scooped up a fat sack of kill I'll be drivin a while takin 2 or 3 pulls every 5 or 6 miles I can't wait to see my road dogs you know how we do it Just like a case of beer piece of cotton through one right through it And all the bitches know me I hit quite a few they be glad to see me Niggaz don't give 'em dick like I do I bust about 2 then they tell they friends then I'm in with my french tickler makin they pussy lips lips grin And there's always one in the crowd Talkin loud found out I fucked her cousin Now she runnin her mouth leavin notes on my windshield I'm a bitch I'm a hoe Early in the mornin bitches knockin at my mamas door Mama please when you finish whatever that you doin who ever that is tell I'm in the bathroom boo boo'n I got a visit from an old friend fresh out the county he said he came up on a lick and he was glad that he found me He had some new niggas wit him full of drink and lookin sweaty Cockin gats back talkin bout, "Come on D man you ready?" It's a house down the street about two doors down they sell weed and they least got 2 whole pounds Man all we gots to do is hit this ride and we cool Let's fuck his wife and take his weed and bust on that fool We can all come up what ever we get we split aint nobody sayin nothin aint nobody seen shit So let's pile up five deep in your 'llac He'll know that it's you, D, and he won't think it's a jack Man you must be smokin crack you dont know who dat is that nigga work for HBD been sellin weed round here for years So whenever you finish plottin, schemin whatever you doin Wait for me I'll be in the bathroom boo boo'n |
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from Scarface - Mr. Scarface Is Back (2005)
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) |
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from Geto Boys - We Can'T Be Stopped (2005)
Verse one: bushwick bill
I told you size wasn't shit That's why I murdered your neices Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces Don't let 'em run Hurry up and catch 'em You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em Play pussy, get fucked Means you're better off dead I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick Dead heads and frog legs Mmm... cake mix! Friday the 13th The night of the living dead ? ? ? ? ? ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky All bodies found dead Fuck it, blame it on chuckie But this is child's play... motherfucka!!! Verse 2: Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree! Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me! When I murder, I tried to slack off Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off My name is chuckie, some say I'm insane You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain! Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back! A murder contest, You know I'll win it Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it I'm gettin hungry I need to be fed I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs! Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick! Half my body is chuckie The other half is bushwick A short nigga Always pumpin' some lead Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead What up Get up Sit up You get lit up A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up A 9, a uzi is my only utensils Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils You have the nerve to try to go against chuck? With fifty guns aimed at you How the fuck you gonna duck? Yo, When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay The graveyards are packed But it ain't nothin' but child's play Verse 3: You'd better murder me Put me to rest Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin With my head in a bird's chest Pissed off, The way I'm always soundin' Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im Some say I'm crazy Some say I'm on crack Before I die Cut off my leg and let me die in iraq A born loooser Some say I'm mindless If I get pissed off You leave naked and spineless Worse than charles manson Never havin' a equal Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people When I woke up they had me chained to the floor When they told me what I did I killed 300 more Yo You wanna rumble? Then go get your war hat I went to jail for assault with a carjack I might be small But my nuts are big The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act And if they ain't actin' right They dyin' tonight! So, uh Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em I send you a motherfuckin note that says "chuckie's got em!" |
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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
Verse one: bushwick bill
I told you size wasn't shit That's why I murdered your neices Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces Don't let 'em run Hurry up and catch 'em You grab an arm I grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em Play pussy, get fucked Means you're better off dead I wanna see food so I fished in a child's head Motherfuckers be worried 'cause I'm sick Dead heads and frog legs Mmm... cake mix! Friday the 13th The night of the living dead ? ? ? ? ? ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky All bodies found dead Fuck it, blame it on chuckie But this is child's play... motherfucka!!! Verse 2: Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree! Gimme some barb and I'll start by killin me! When I murder, I tried to slack off Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off My name is chuckie, some say I'm insane You give me some gin, and I might eat a dog's brain! Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack And I'll be damned if I don't bring 15 dead niggas back! A murder contest, You know I'll win it Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it I'm gettin hungry I need to be fed I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs! Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick! Half my body is chuckie The other half is bushwick A short nigga Always pumpin' some lead Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead What up Get up Sit up You get lit up A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up A 9, a uzi is my only utensils Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils You have the nerve to try to go against chuck? With fifty guns aimed at you How the fuck you gonna duck? Yo, When I'm mad, I'm ready to slay The graveyards are packed But it ain't nothin' but child's play Verse 3: You'd better murder me Put me to rest Cause if you don't I'll come out shootin With my head in a bird's chest Pissed off, The way I'm always soundin' Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im Some say I'm crazy Some say I'm on crack Before I die Cut off my leg and let me die in iraq A born loooser Some say I'm mindless If I get pissed off You leave naked and spineless Worse than charles manson Never havin' a equal Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people When I woke up they had me chained to the floor When they told me what I did I killed 300 more Yo You wanna rumble? Then go get your war hat I went to jail for assault with a carjack I might be small But my nuts are big The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids Cause I'm a teach 'em how to act And if they ain't actin' right They dyin' tonight! So, uh Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em I send you a motherfuckin note that says "chuckie's got em!" |
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(feat. Geto Boys)
[ Scarface ] I like to teach the world to be A dope man just like me I like to front the world some coke And let them sell for me Born in the ghetto as a street thug At age 16 I started sellin' cheap drugs Ecstasy will cost you 3 A year later I robbed a dope house and stole a ki 36 is what I count Now multiply 36 with 700 a ounce Bag it up and make my profit But some pussy muthafucka in offices tryin' to stop it [ Bushwick Bill ] And the bastard that's stoppin' the bus Is the same muthafucka that delivers to us He's payin' off the cops Triple-crossin the middle man tryin' to give the smaller pusher power [ Willie D ] The politicians are players Reagan and Bush were cuttin tough on Noriega Now the juices are sour Remember politician means schemin' for power (You know what a hossa is? That's a pig that don't fly straight) --> Tony Montana [ Scarface ] Now let's go back to the past The muthafucka who needs to be tried is Ronald Reagan's ass Appointed Bush to the C.I.A. (That shit was cold Put Noriega on the payroll) All of a sudden shit changed Right after '88 (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Hmm - ain't that strange? Some think I'm goin' too far But if you wanna go to war, I'll take you to war [ Bushwick Bill ] They don't care about niggas on welfare As long as their kind ain't there You've got my ki's on a freeze Muthafucka, my city's under siege (Today's special is ghetto dope) [ Willie D ] Willie D sell out, you can squash that fast Here's a hit and a half for your ass Police brutality is now a formality They're kickin' our ass and we're payin their salary [ Scarface ] The average cop with a badge is a bitch Back in high school they used to get their fuckin' ass kicked All of a sudden they're snappin' necks Puttin' niggas in check, makin' threats, sayin' I'm next [ Willie D ] I laugh at a muthafuckin law man Without the piece, bitch, you're nothin' but a raw man You couldn't hang if you were cappin' or punchin' (So go suck a dick and write or ticket or somethin') [ Scarface ] Can't understand my city's under siege Till the Ak clockin g's Got a Coupe De Ville, got a rag and ridin '83s Copper wanna play the Ak Guess they think I'm slayin' crack Muthafuck the '50s, they can't stop me, got my corner back Rocks and rocks and rocks galore I left the cut and then I swore Never be a stupid ass, I'll never leave the cut no more The dope game ain't no joke [ Willie D ] Muthafuckas will die for this, they go for broke Rock houses open and busted And the bitch that got you busted (Was the bitch that you trusted) Pimp on me, and I'll make bail Hunt you down and kick your ass through the goalposts of hell (Are you lighter on a female figure?) Hell nah, I fuck her up just like I fuck up a nigga Red, grab the pump (Bill, pass me my 9 Now tell 'em what's on your mind) [ Bushwick Bill ] You goddamn parents are a trip The streets got your babies cause you're full of that bullshit You tell your kids drugs'll fuck up their health And you're geekin' your goddamn self But I won't blame it all on you You stupid-ass teachers can suck my dick too I walk around with a smirk Fuck school, fuck curfew, fuck homework And muthafuck a damn cop I never ride down my block without my gun bein' cocked You won't get a chance to slay me I wont' be an accident like Ada Delaney So when you step out of line (*shots*) I'm goin' for mine D.O.A. is how they pronounce you No suspect, no motive, no clue When you hoes say 'stop', I be damned if I freeze I truly believe my city's under siege (Today's special is ghetto dope) |
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(feat. Geto Boys)
[ Scarface ] I like to teach the world to be A dope man just like me I like to front the world some coke And let them sell for me Born in the ghetto as a street thug At age 16 I started sellin' cheap drugs Ecstasy will cost you 3 A year later I robbed a dope house and stole a ki 36 is what I count Now multiply 36 with 700 a ounce Bag it up and make my profit But some pussy muthafucka in offices tryin' to stop it [ Bushwick Bill ] And the bastard that's stoppin' the bus Is the same muthafucka that delivers to us He's payin' off the cops Triple-crossin the middle man tryin' to give the smaller pusher power [ Willie D ] The politicians are players Reagan and Bush were cuttin tough on Noriega Now the juices are sour Remember politician means schemin' for power (You know what a hossa is? That's a pig that don't fly straight) --> Tony Montana [ Scarface ] Now let's go back to the past The muthafucka who needs to be tried is Ronald Reagan's ass Appointed Bush to the C.I.A. (That shit was cold Put Noriega on the payroll) All of a sudden shit changed Right after '88 (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Hmm - ain't that strange? Some think I'm goin' too far But if you wanna go to war, I'll take you to war [ Bushwick Bill ] They don't care about niggas on welfare As long as their kind ain't there You've got my ki's on a freeze Muthafucka, my city's under siege (Today's special is ghetto dope) [ Willie D ] Willie D sell out, you can squash that fast Here's a hit and a half for your ass Police brutality is now a formality They're kickin' our ass and we're payin their salary [ Scarface ] The average cop with a badge is a bitch Back in high school they used to get their fuckin' ass kicked All of a sudden they're snappin' necks Puttin' niggas in check, makin' threats, sayin' I'm next [ Willie D ] I laugh at a muthafuckin law man Without the piece, bitch, you're nothin' but a raw man You couldn't hang if you were cappin' or punchin' (So go suck a dick and write or ticket or somethin') [ Scarface ] Can't understand my city's under siege Till the Ak clockin g's Got a Coupe De Ville, got a rag and ridin '83s Copper wanna play the Ak Guess they think I'm slayin' crack Muthafuck the '50s, they can't stop me, got my corner back Rocks and rocks and rocks galore I left the cut and then I swore Never be a stupid ass, I'll never leave the cut no more The dope game ain't no joke [ Willie D ] Muthafuckas will die for this, they go for broke Rock houses open and busted And the bitch that got you busted (Was the bitch that you trusted) Pimp on me, and I'll make bail Hunt you down and kick your ass through the goalposts of hell (Are you lighter on a female figure?) Hell nah, I fuck her up just like I fuck up a nigga Red, grab the pump (Bill, pass me my 9 Now tell 'em what's on your mind) [ Bushwick Bill ] You goddamn parents are a trip The streets got your babies cause you're full of that bullshit You tell your kids drugs'll fuck up their health And you're geekin' your goddamn self But I won't blame it all on you You stupid-ass teachers can suck my dick too I walk around with a smirk Fuck school, fuck curfew, fuck homework And muthafuck a damn cop I never ride down my block without my gun bein' cocked You won't get a chance to slay me I wont' be an accident like Ada Delaney So when you step out of line (*shots*) I'm goin' for mine D.O.A. is how they pronounce you No suspect, no motive, no clue When you hoes say 'stop', I be damned if I freeze I truly believe my city's under siege (Today's special is ghetto dope) |
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from Scarface - The Last of A Dying Breed (2000)
Artist/Band: Earle Steve
Lyrics for Song: Conspiracy Theory Lyrics for Album: Jerusalem What if I told you it was done with mirrors What if I showed you it was all a lie Better be careful, someone might hear ya The walls have ears and the sky has eyes What if I said you were only dreamin' What you wanna bet that all you gotta do Is open up your eyes and you will wake up screamin' When you realize that it's all come true chorus Hush, now don't you believe it Cover your head and close your eyes Now, take it or leave it Go back to bed Now don't you cry Half a million soldiers fly across the water One in ten are never comin' back again Fifty thousand sons who never grew to fathers Don't you ever wonder who they might have been What if you could've been there on that day in Dallas What if you could wrestle back the hands of time Maybe somethin' could've been done in Memphis We wouldn't be livin' in a dream that's died chorus Go on and tell yourself again there are no secrets Go on and tell yourself that you don't want to know It's best that you believe that you don't hear the footsteps That follow you around no matter where you go Maybe you were thinkin' that it didn't matter Maybe you believed nobody else would care But once you've added every little lie together You finally find the truth was always waiting there chorus x 2 chorus (fades) |
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from Scarface - Last Of A Dying Breed - Screwed (2005)
Artist/Band: Earle Steve
Lyrics for Song: Conspiracy Theory Lyrics for Album: Jerusalem What if I told you it was done with mirrors What if I showed you it was all a lie Better be careful, someone might hear ya The walls have ears and the sky has eyes What if I said you were only dreamin' What you wanna bet that all you gotta do Is open up your eyes and you will wake up screamin' When you realize that it's all come true chorus Hush, now don't you believe it Cover your head and close your eyes Now, take it or leave it Go back to bed Now don't you cry Half a million soldiers fly across the water One in ten are never comin' back again Fifty thousand sons who never grew to fathers Don't you ever wonder who they might have been What if you could've been there on that day in Dallas What if you could wrestle back the hands of time Maybe somethin' could've been done in Memphis We wouldn't be livin' in a dream that's died chorus Go on and tell yourself again there are no secrets Go on and tell yourself that you don't want to know It's best that you believe that you don't hear the footsteps That follow you around no matter where you go Maybe you were thinkin' that it didn't matter Maybe you believed nobody else would care But once you've added every little lie together You finally find the truth was always waiting there chorus x 2 chorus (fades) |
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from Office Space (뛰는 백수 나는 건달) by John Frizzell [ost] (1999)
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 1 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights And niggas always gotta high cap Showin' all his boys how he shot em But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta 'cause gangsta-ass niggas think deep Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7 'cause real gangsta ass niggas don't sleep And all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin', pussy-eatin' prankstas 'cause when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 2 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Feedin' the poor and hepin out wit they bills Although I was born in jamaica Now I'm in the us makin' deals Damn it feels good to be a gangsta I mean one that you don't really know Ridin' around town in a drop-top benz Hittin' switches in my black six-fo' Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors Some got killed in the past But this gangtsa here is a smart one Started living for the lord and I'll last Now all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin' cocksuckin' prankstas When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 3 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play Real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches Ask that gangsta-ass nigga little jake Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign And play the role of little miss sweet But catch the bitch all alone get the digit take her out And then dump-hittin' the ass with the meat 'cause gangsta-ass niggas be the gang playas And everythings quiet in the clique A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger And his partners in the posse ain't tellin' off shit Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much All ya hear is the black from the gun blast And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast Now when you in the free world talkin' shit do the shit Hit the pen and let the mothafuckas shank ya But niggas like myself kick back and peep game 'cause damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 4 And now, a word from the president! Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Gettin voted into the white house Everything lookin good to the people of the world But the mafia family is my boss So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down Like lettin' a big drug shipment through And send 'em to the poor community So we can bust you know who So voters of the world keep supportin' me And I promise to take you very far Other leaders better not upset me Or I'll send a million troops to die at war To all you republicans, that helped me win I sincerely like to thank you 'cause now I got the world swingin' from my nuts And damn it feels good to be a gangsta |
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from Geto Boys - Uncut Dope (2005)
Damn it feels good to be a gangsta
Verse 1 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangsta-ass nigga plays his cards right A real gangsta-ass nigga never runs his fuckin mouth 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas don't start fights And niggas always gotta high cap Showin' all his boys how he shot em But real gangsta-ass niggas don't flex nuts 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas know they got em And everythings cool in the mind of a gangsta 'cause gangsta-ass niggas think deep Up three-sixty-five a year 24/7 'cause real gangsta ass niggas don't sleep And all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, cocksuckin', pussy-eatin' prankstas 'cause when the fry dies down what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 2 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Feedin' the poor and hepin out wit they bills Although I was born in jamaica Now I'm in the us makin' deals Damn it feels good to be a gangsta I mean one that you don't really know Ridin' around town in a drop-top benz Hittin' switches in my black six-fo' Now gangsta-ass niggas come in all shapes and colors Some got killed in the past But this gangtsa here is a smart one Started living for the lord and I'll last Now all I gotta say to you Wannabe, gonnabe, pussy-eatin' cocksuckin' prankstas When the shit jumps off what the fuck you gonna do Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 3 Damn it feels good to be a gangsta A real gangta-ass nigga knows the play Real gangsta-ass niggas get the flyest of the bitches Ask that gangsta-ass nigga little jake Now bitches look at gangsta-ass niggas like a stop sign And play the role of little miss sweet But catch the bitch all alone get the digit take her out And then dump-hittin' the ass with the meat 'cause gangsta-ass niggas be the gang playas And everythings quiet in the clique A gangsta-ass nigga pulls the trigger And his partners in the posse ain't tellin' off shit Real gangsta-ass niggas don't talk much All ya hear is the black from the gun blast And real gangsta-ass niggas don't run for shit 'cause real gangsta-ass niggas can't run fast Now when you in the free world talkin' shit do the shit Hit the pen and let the mothafuckas shank ya But niggas like myself kick back and peep game 'cause damn it feels good to be a gangsta Verse 4 And now, a word from the president! Damn it feels good to be a gangsta Gettin voted into the white house Everything lookin good to the people of the world But the mafia family is my boss So every now and then I owe a favor gettin' down Like lettin' a big drug shipment through And send 'em to the poor community So we can bust you know who So voters of the world keep supportin' me And I promise to take you very far Other leaders better not upset me Or I'll send a million troops to die at war To all you republicans, that helped me win I sincerely like to thank you 'cause now I got the world swingin' from my nuts And damn it feels good to be a gangsta |
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from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005)
Intro:
[willie d of geto boys] Still going Yeah, here we go again We bout to roll on some motherfuckers G.b. rap-a-lot mafia Recognize the mob nigga All our motherfuckin' enemies goin dead together No exception, absolutely none Everybody dies, everybody Verse 1: [willie d] You ain't followin' the leader Less you follow with me It's willie d, motherfucker Eternally to say, That I'm a loud-mouth nigga with an attitude Intimidation, fuckin' with a man Never seen a badder dude I'm rather lude My condom sucked But I don't give a fuck Now nigga, nigga what Opposition so frightend that they vrim a shadow Hot sluts in the muggship creep without a paddle I'm ready willin', and able to pull a bullet in your navel If you got beef bring it to the table I'm unstabile, look in my eyes It's showin' death Fuck right, I go on livin' Wanna see a mil, before I'm killed Get a house on the hills if it's god's will Why niggas gotta cry an o.g Better motherfuckers die before me Bye, bye There's a better place for gangbangers I take you there I like the motherfuckin' stablesingers My itchy finger says fuck it and I squeeze the trigger Watchin' I be the one to splat this ho-ass nigga I ain't feelin' Chorus: [yukmouth of the luniz] In thugs we trust Thugs-r-us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us 5th ward die for us Ride for us Killa cali die for us In thugs we trust Thugs-r-us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us Cleveland die for us Ride for us Street port die for us Verse 2: [yukmouth] Ride for us, die for us With a .45 like drive and bust Hide and duck, fuck him up Live and stuffed When the blinds is up I'm on some mo' Grindin' though, switch it up Bust, we makin' that shit from one way 5 and up Time's up, playin' life with us Your wife get fucked and bucked, pay the price for us An other one bites the dust Feds don't frighten us Niggas doin' life for us Fuckin' die in us So the cops lyin' us We us use the bottom white stuff from the colombians Now the cia's supplyin' us The fbi is eyein' us Peruvian flake We buy it up When the droubt hit We highin' up The prices in life is this nicest On my rolex, turkey like dicess Cv devices, slide in a white six with like tits Spit that mafia life shit The crimeboss let nines off You niggas better be tearin' mines off Motherfucker ask willie d And scarface How that nigga yuk, buck 'em up Leave 'em in they car laced With bullet fragments all in they body Caught him the trafic That nigga plastic Be fuckin' fagets Chorus: [yukmouth] In thugs we trust Thugs-r-us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us Chi-town die for us Ride for us D.c. die for us In thugs we trust Thugs-r-us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us New orleans die for us Ride for us Detroit die for us Verse 3: [dmg of facemob] I got a chest full of drama Ruff rider, nigga Back off 'for I bomb ya Alarm ya Black knight in shinin' armor Fuck y'all niggas We rollin' like the car stolen Wide open, hoo-bangin' 2 things are on blastin' Traffic thick as a basket pop I don't blast this Fully automatic All up in ya Still I continue To serve niggas on the menu Feel up to vin you Geto boys sellin' it down Ain't real without a doubt You burn it out Movin' you niggas Provin' you niggas I ruin you niggas I'm cruisin you niggas Doin' you niggas, don't do niggas Who is you niggas Uh, they rifles Live bowl, take yo ass bush with 9 holes Side holes get switched these Bitch please It's g.b. from the wound till the tomb Eternally you see Chorus: [yukmouth] In thugs we trust Thugs-r-us Nigga hit 'em up Get 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us Texas die for us Ride for us Minnesota die for us In thugs we trust Thugs-r-us Nigga get 'em up Hit 'em up Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk Ride for us Ghetto mob die for us Ride for us St. louis die for us Verse 4: [caine of menace clan] The sun rises in the east And sets in the west But I'm down with that south, With an s on my chest It's that loced down key cocaine To bring the pain >from that menace to society Better known as caine It's that motherfuckin' thug shit I'm bustin' slugs shit Young and schoolboy I'm becomin' a drug dealer In the streets of that west I wouldn't settle for less Until I got my hands on that smiff and that wes Niggas try to swollow me It's all about survival, g Fuck these bitch niggas It's off some trouble, g I blow 'em in the wind And then I sell again I pack a 9 milli Cause that's my best friend Niggas, I done told ya Blow 'em up like dohja Your momma couldn't keep ya So I ain't tryin' to hold ya I'm a motherfuckin' menace Give me a life sentence Picture it ain't over Untill the nigga finish With that motherfuckin' thug shit Bustin' slugs shit I'm straight from the west Home of that crip and blood shit Where niggas die at day Niggas die at night Niggas die whenever It seems the time is right These soldiers play for keeps |
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from Geto Boys - Foundation (2005)
It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman
Fully automatic M 11 in the handbag The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools Ski mask you come up to where you lay at Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at The nerve of you niggaz, believin' I'ma play games You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names You pussy, 'cuz you a black Jew Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is Hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's here It's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say Fuck what video do, but this is all day Hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like 'Cuz you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is I was bred born and raised in this true shit Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor And then they finally come to grips that this can happen To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' Follow the leader but be aware your opponent Is in the window got guerrillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that Aight, let's get serious Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, period If you ain't feelin' me you know how it goes Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you hoes It's on if you got beef You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha While your label only behind you greasin' his dick Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and shit J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes Don't think you know me 'cuz you know the hook to "Bald head Hoe" I light you up with a sawed off and stab yo' ass In the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth Aight nigga, stab him in the leg in the chest In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off Give me a motherfuckin' handy shotty And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody Bust him in the ass 'til he's still I'm Chuck wick bitch, your Achilles heel A short nigga quick to give a tall ass whoopin' Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn Lookin' to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor And then they finally come to grips that this can happen To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' Follow the leader but be aware your opponent Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman
Fully automatic M 11 in the handbag The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools Ski mask you come up to where you lay at Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at The nerve of you niggaz, believin' I'ma play games You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names You pussy, 'cuz you a black Jew Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is Hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's here It's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say Fuck what video do, but this is all day Hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like 'Cuz you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is I was bred born and raised in this true shit Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor And then they finally come to grips that this can happen To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' Follow the leader but be aware your opponent Is in the window got guerrillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that Aight, let's get serious Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, period If you ain't feelin' me you know how it goes Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you hoes It's on if you got beef You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha While your label only behind you greasin' his dick Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and shit J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes Don't think you know me 'cuz you know the hook to "Bald head Hoe" I light you up with a sawed off and stab yo' ass In the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth Aight nigga, stab him in the leg in the chest In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off Give me a motherfuckin' handy shotty And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody Bust him in the ass 'til he's still I'm Chuck wick bitch, your Achilles heel A short nigga quick to give a tall ass whoopin' Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn Lookin' to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor And then they finally come to grips that this can happen To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' Follow the leader but be aware your opponent Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman
Fully automatic M 11 in the handbag The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools Ski mask you come up to where you lay at Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at The nerve of you niggaz, believin' I'ma play games You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names You pussy, 'cuz you a black Jew Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is Hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's here It's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say Fuck what video do, but this is all day Hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like 'Cuz you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is I was bred born and raised in this true shit Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor And then they finally come to grips that this can happen To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' Follow the leader but be aware your opponent Is in the window got guerrillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that Aight, let's get serious Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, period If you ain't feelin' me you know how it goes Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you hoes It's on if you got beef You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha While your label only behind you greasin' his dick Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and shit J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes Don't think you know me 'cuz you know the hook to "Bald head Hoe" I light you up with a sawed off and stab yo' ass In the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth Aight nigga, stab him in the leg in the chest In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off Give me a motherfuckin' handy shotty And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody Bust him in the ass 'til he's still I'm Chuck wick bitch, your Achilles heel A short nigga quick to give a tall ass whoopin' Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn Lookin' to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor And then they finally come to grips that this can happen To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' Follow the leader but be aware your opponent Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that |
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from Geto Boys - The Foundation (2005)
It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman
Fully automatic M 11 in the handbag The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes A real nigga, won't hesitate to clap fools Ski mask you come up to where you lay at Cock back, squeeze, and put him where your face at The nerve of you niggaz, believin' I'ma play games You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names You pussy, 'cuz you a black Jew Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you And it's a done deal, don't fuck with what the truth is Hide behind that motherfuckin' desk but when the truth's here It's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens Death to the niggaz who disrespected the Jordan I'm not a pop nigga, fuck what radio say Fuck what video do, but this is all day Hood nigga, I ain't gotta show you what my life like 'Cuz you don't persecute a motherfucker like Mike I ain't a house nigga scum like you fools is I was bred born and raised in this true shit Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor And then they finally come to grips that this can happen To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' Follow the leader but be aware your opponent Is in the window got guerrillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that Aight, let's get serious Fuck the rap game I'm the realest nigga, period If you ain't feelin' me you know how it goes Jump bitch, I can't wait to kill one of you hoes It's on if you got beef You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete Bottom line, I don't give a fuck about'cha If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha While your label only behind you greasin' his dick Your stupid ass on a video, cheesin' and shit J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks The way I see you a bitch and you deserve to be fucked Willie D is the nigga that'll bloody your clothes Don't think you know me 'cuz you know the hook to "Bald head Hoe" I light you up with a sawed off and stab yo' ass In the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth Aight nigga, stab him in the leg in the chest In the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off Give me a motherfuckin' handy shotty And a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody Bust him in the ass 'til he's still I'm Chuck wick bitch, your Achilles heel A short nigga quick to give a tall ass whoopin' Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn Lookin' to start shit, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya Funny how a nigga get caught up in all the glamor And then they finally come to grips that this can happen To anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish A declaration of a war and it's a warnin' Follow the leader but be aware your opponent Is in the window got guerillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherfucker, bet that |
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from Scarface - Mr. Scarface Is Back (2005)
(Scarface talking)
Yo anybody seen my diary? Oh there it is. I gotta write this shit down. Check it out. Dear Diary, I'm having a little problem I cant make it by myself maybe you can help me solve em I'm confused and I dont know what to do I'm hoping you can help me cause there's no one else to talk to I want to die, but it ain't for me I try to talk to my dad, but my old man ignores me He says I'm delirious And I drink too much, so he doesnt take me serious But little does he know I'm really losing it I got a head, but aint no screws in it I be thinking deep Thats one of the reasons at night I cant sleep I thought it would change when I was older But even now I'm still peeping over my shoulder Theres your life after death too And what about the man with the cane and the black suit? And what about cancer? Too many motherfucking questions, and not enough answers Aint no use in trying We might as all face it we were all born dying Theres a black book in Brad's hands And its the diary of a madman (chorus) Dear diary today I hit a nigga with a torch Shot him on his face and watched him die on his front porch Left his family heartbroken Flashbacks of him laying there bleeding with his eyes open I cant put the shit behind me I'm know I'm here somewhere, but I cant find me I used to be a drug dealer On the for reala, now I'm a born killer And it aint no changing me It used to be hard, but now it aint no thing to me To go up to a niggas house Put a pistol in his mouth, and blow his fucking brains out No doubt if you cross then I'ma take ya Cause I'm a fucking killer by nature You got an M11, bring your weapon Huh, I got an AK-47 It's gonna be a bloody Sunday Cause your fucking with a nigga like Bundy And I was taught not to kill Like a Vietnam vet with a thousand yard stare So welcome to the slaughterhouse nigga Redrum and I'ma be the grave digger And if you want to cap, come cap me I'm trigger happy like my great-grandpappy Just watch for the chrome in my right hand My second entry from the diary of a madman (Chorus) Dear diary, help me cause I'm frantic S-sometimes I think I'm going schizophrantic The world's looking dark for instance Maybe cause I'm looking from a distance But then again I wear a blindfold Staring at the motherfucking world with my eyes closed To myself I'm a stranger Walking in the foot steps of danger It's a long path ahead of me I gotta get somewhere cause everybody here is scared of me I had a job but they fired me My wife walked out now I'm living in my diary |
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from Scarface - Balls And My Word (2005)
[Scarface]
Dirty Nigga, dirty money [Tanya Herron] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Scarface] Dirty, fo sho It's your downfall [Tanya Herron] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Scarface] Hopeless again, and the more I stick around the shit get more fucked up That's why I'm back on Holloway gettin' fucked up Thinkin' back on how it used to be when it was all good We wasn't trippin', this was our hood I had your motherfuckin back And when it was time to go to war, it was like "where these niggaz at?" Fuck rackets, we ain't never been the type to hold out Or, let a motherfucker show out No doubt, we put it down for the 9-0-triple 4 Droppin tops, fuckin fine hoes These other niggaz is finally catching up Listening to rappers ballin and gettin touched Wasup? You done forgot about the street rules, splurgin Is you a motherfucking fool? Money ain't a thing to a nigga out here rappin But to a nigga out there cappin? That's they downfall [Chorus: Tanya Herron] Dir-tayyyyy, yeah Dirty money Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dirty money Dir-tayyyyyyy, yeah Dirty money Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Dirty Money [Scarface] Now the whole neighborhood silent Got the fed-e-rals hangin (Shhhh) While these young niggaz steady sangin I need a motherfuckin law-uh-yer (Why's that?) I'm in a state of paranoia How many niggaz in the six-by-six Fin' to get, some time behind some loud mouth bitch Fin' to snitch, trapping niggaz up in they downfalls Taping motherfuckers phone calls Ay, I've been in this shit for two deep From moving ki's, pushing weight was too sweet An 8-ball will cost you 75 (Dirt cheap) Back in the game that shit was live And all you had to do to survive was get a whole click Of niggaz, down with they business and stack chips Savin up for hard times Do the time when you do the crime You niggaz tryin to ? your downfall (Chorus) (Voice with effects) Nothing lasts forever but love Money comes and goes But for those ?? it surely goes [Scarface] You rollin over in the joint, trying to get your time dropped Puttin niggaz up forever, cause you did the crime hop Turned fed, and know they got indictments for real Runnin in niggaz houses, niggaz fighting appeals Offering 50 years to innocent motherfuckers All because of the game, niggaz run outta hustle Feds be showin pictures, you got to give 'em somethin Time make a nigga forget it and start bumping And saying shit, jeopardizing the whole thang Niggaz run out of freedom, niggaz start to sang (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yeah) Laughing in your face, chuckle and produce Avoid they conversation, them niggaz the dudes, fool [Chorus] [Outro - spoken as Chorus repeats] Thing is, when a motherfucker is doing dirt Don't come moving it, ya know what I mean Ya know, that won't get you no Rolls Royces and shit like mine baby Your money dirty, wash your shit Them motherfuckers out here, yeah "dirty money" *scratched to end* |
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(feat. Bushwick Bill, K.B. & B-Legit)
[B-Legit] I flip, make hits, and stick like peanut butter Five g's to the homie my money he didn't stutter The gutter with the gats, fuck that, we need the lucho It ain't no in between such things as being neutral We shoot y'all, answering to me if it's needed Catch you in the bucket and fuck it we gon feed it We bleed it, A-K spray and nine milla You fuckin with a killa for scrilla Money wanna deala Peel 'em from the back and fact, you're ass out Throw you in the trunk, we bump and mash out We blast out and get the fuck outta dodge And leave your body corpse parked at the Travellodge You can't reason with a fool with guns and no brains Thrown off your balcony get stoned and let's remain We stressed main, paper come up short Plus this bitch with my baby tryin to take me to court I need a new quarter, plus my screws is loose Makin niggas wanna pour shit down like orange juice I one two, and slap the fuck outta you So go on about my business bitch, and do what you do You like to run shit Do what you do You fuck with powder bitch? Hey yo, do what you do You turn dyke too Yeah, do what you do But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too If you build a heist Yo, do what you do You like to talk the vice? Do what you do Speakin on my crew Nigga, do what you do But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too [Bushwick Bill] Me and two freaks in B-Legit's back seat F-u-c-k-i-n-g I got clunkers, cuz you know big Chuck like em plump Sippin hurricane bumpin slurricane cuz it thumps In my trunk my pistol grip pump at all times Kryptonite got me blowed cuz I hit it five times I got condom on my dick, but my mind is on scrilla Bitches just respect this nigga Chuck and I'ma killa Me and my nigga, four hoes, weed, and liquor Headed to the boat to freak these bitches on the river And since I'm from the south these hoes showin me love And B is from the west, he really don't give a fuck Twenty minutes later, all hell broke loose Bitches suckin dick and lickin up nut juice One bitch said she like to eat pussy too She looked at me, I said shit, bitch, do what you do Bitch you like suckin dick? Do what you do Homie, you like to eat pussy? Do what you do Nigga you like bein broke? Do what you do Bitch you wanna fuck me, I wanna fuck you too Nigga you like stealin cars? Do what you do Nigga you like bein 'hind bars? Do what you do Nigga you don't give a fuck about shit? Do what you do Nigga it's fuck Bushwick, well fuck you too |
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(feat. Bushwick Bill, K.B. & B-Legit)
[B-Legit] I flip, make hits, and stick like peanut butter Five g's to the homie my money he didn't stutter The gutter with the gats, fuck that, we need the lucho It ain't no in between such things as being neutral We shoot y'all, answering to me if it's needed Catch you in the bucket and fuck it we gon feed it We bleed it, A-K spray and nine milla You fuckin with a killa for scrilla Money wanna deala Peel 'em from the back and fact, you're ass out Throw you in the trunk, we bump and mash out We blast out and get the fuck outta dodge And leave your body corpse parked at the Travellodge You can't reason with a fool with guns and no brains Thrown off your balcony get stoned and let's remain We stressed main, paper come up short Plus this bitch with my baby tryin to take me to court I need a new quarter, plus my screws is loose Makin niggas wanna pour shit down like orange juice I one two, and slap the fuck outta you So go on about my business bitch, and do what you do You like to run shit Do what you do You fuck with powder bitch? Hey yo, do what you do You turn dyke too Yeah, do what you do But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too If you build a heist Yo, do what you do You like to talk the vice? Do what you do Speakin on my crew Nigga, do what you do But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too [Bushwick Bill] Me and two freaks in B-Legit's back seat F-u-c-k-i-n-g I got clunkers, cuz you know big Chuck like em plump Sippin hurricane bumpin slurricane cuz it thumps In my trunk my pistol grip pump at all times Kryptonite got me blowed cuz I hit it five times I got condom on my dick, but my mind is on scrilla Bitches just respect this nigga Chuck and I'ma killa Me and my nigga, four hoes, weed, and liquor Headed to the boat to freak these bitches on the river And since I'm from the south these hoes showin me love And B is from the west, he really don't give a fuck Twenty minutes later, all hell broke loose Bitches suckin dick and lickin up nut juice One bitch said she like to eat pussy too She looked at me, I said shit, bitch, do what you do Bitch you like suckin dick? Do what you do Homie, you like to eat pussy? Do what you do Nigga you like bein broke? Do what you do Bitch you wanna fuck me, I wanna fuck you too Nigga you like stealin cars? Do what you do Nigga you like bein 'hind bars? Do what you do Nigga you don't give a fuck about shit? Do what you do Nigga it's fuck Bushwick, well fuck you too |
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(feat. Devin)
Hallelujah can tell this Devin's got some shit wouldn't give a fuck if you dissed Because shit to each's own and each owns voice You can be stealin killin or chillen whateva your choice Smoke some weed smoke ya pipe fuck it Life if how you live it I grab tha mic while tha DJ groove it (turntable scratch noise) Explicit lyrics is what um known to kick Trying to make money so I can make honeys blow on mah dick I go on a quick mission to find some kil' Ain't no big deal, just hop in tha Seville Mah homey put me down quarter pound for a bill Wake up in tha morning and I have weed still and I chill With tha brothas sippin coffee Too old to be listenin' into what you say so hoe get off me You're born in this world by ya self and you die alone So as long as ya grown ya might as well gone and just (Chorus) Do what tha fuck you wanna do (Go ahead and just) Say what tha fuck you wanna say What did it all mean? Say what you want hoe ya grown You make decisions on your own No one would suffer but you So do what tha fuck you wanna do Now everybody's got elders and you should respect um They been through similar shit but then again you can't let um Put they hands on ya life like a remote control Have you travelin down tha same bumpy tore up road Now close friends and relatives they should be constantly by ya side And understand you gotta let ya conscience be your guide There'll finally come a time for ya self you must decide Cause you only get a ticket might as well enjoy tha ride and just (Chorus) And there's a couple of fucked up man made rules that we should follow But you gotta realize you just might not wake up tomorrow And tha dollar you earn is tha dolla you spend Go get sumthin for ya kids or buy a bottle of gin Is it a sin? I 'ont (don't) know What X and O's in this game Tryin to survive, tryin to get high, tryin to get by and stay alive So (Do it till ya satisfied) Not just a lil bit But wait until ya eighty and start sayin what you couldda did But what did it all mean? Say what you want hoe ya grown You make decisions on your own No one would suffer but you So do what tha fuck you wanna do Chorus fades out |
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from Scarface - My Homies (2005)
(feat. Devin)
Hallelujah can tell this Devin's got some shit wouldn't give a fuck if you dissed Because shit to each's own and each owns voice You can be stealin killin or chillen whateva your choice Smoke some weed smoke ya pipe fuck it Life if how you live it I grab tha mic while tha DJ groove it (turntable scratch noise) Explicit lyrics is what um known to kick Trying to make money so I can make honeys blow on mah dick I go on a quick mission to find some kil' Ain't no big deal, just hop in tha Seville Mah homey put me down quarter pound for a bill Wake up in tha morning and I have weed still and I chill With tha brothas sippin coffee Too old to be listenin' into what you say so hoe get off me You're born in this world by ya self and you die alone So as long as ya grown ya might as well gone and just (Chorus) Do what tha fuck you wanna do (Go ahead and just) Say what tha fuck you wanna say What did it all mean? Say what you want hoe ya grown You make decisions on your own No one would suffer but you So do what tha fuck you wanna do Now everybody's got elders and you should respect um They been through similar shit but then again you can't let um Put they hands on ya life like a remote control Have you travelin down tha same bumpy tore up road Now close friends and relatives they should be constantly by ya side And understand you gotta let ya conscience be your guide There'll finally come a time for ya self you must decide Cause you only get a ticket might as well enjoy tha ride and just (Chorus) And there's a couple of fucked up man made rules that we should follow But you gotta realize you just might not wake up tomorrow And tha dollar you earn is tha dolla you spend Go get sumthin for ya kids or buy a bottle of gin Is it a sin? I 'ont (don't) know What X and O's in this game Tryin to survive, tryin to get high, tryin to get by and stay alive So (Do it till ya satisfied) Not just a lil bit But wait until ya eighty and start sayin what you couldda did But what did it all mean? Say what you want hoe ya grown You make decisions on your own No one would suffer but you So do what tha fuck you wanna do Chorus fades out |
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from Erick Sermon - Music (2001)
(feat. LL Cool J, Scarface)
[LL Cool J] Uhh, uhh.. yeah See I know how to get down, word up It's so hot it's, LL's version of the East coast chronic Smoke 'til your lungs collapse You supposed to be the nigga, where all the drama at? So ironic, L came back Flooded the market - got your mens on the wall Holdin his blunt, too fucked up to spark it Show me a nigga who can do like I do Then gas your mans up so I can rip that nigga too Braggin you goin platinum like that shit brand new I was platinum in eighty-five, what THE FUCK wrong with you, huh? Come (?) L - what you call rocks to me is minerals Tried to throw salt on my name, shit's political The baddest man on the planet So ill when I'm spittin niggaz take it for granted Cram to understand it, I'll switch and write it lefthanded Heat my pinky ring up and leave your bitch branded Got a voice like a cannon - nigga shoot I don't think she really hot, your career is a fluke I'm the best MC to ever touch the pen Take a look at what I'm doin it will not be done again As sure I am the descendant of former slaves I'ma resurrect brothers from they mental graves Make 'em confess - LL's the most rugged God, and no man's above it, gotta love it [Chorus: LL, Erick] DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA E said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO) [Erick Sermon] Uhh, E Dub on the microphone Droppin bombs - spots get blown So why would you assume my style wouldn't bloom When I rap, wack MC's vacate the room Cause they suck, and that's how I feel I'ma smack down the A&R who signed the deal Then wrap 'round his neck yo' reel to reel So next time he know, how the real feel Get loose and wrap hand 'round the steel Leave you in the truck, wrapped 'round ya wheel (I ain't playin) But y'all front like I ain't it And every rapper y'all like, sample my shit (Name one) I'm nice, and there's no mistakin I threw a bomb rhyme in the hands of Troy Aikman My track record is out there, gone E.T. like maybe I should phone home (hello?) I'm known for the dome bangers Drop any song of mine right now in the club and it's DANGER Scarface, E, LL Cool (jigga jigga) J, never heard it spit this way, hey [Chorus: LL, Scarface] DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA L said it - SO, puffin on the - LA (that's right) DO - get this bread, use ya infrared RE - fuck the industry, it's all about MI - you ain't goin - FA Cause 'Face said - SO, puffin on the - LA (.. TI DO) [Scarface] You a trash-ass nigga, slash garbage-ass rhymer You switched from the raw to a chart climber And now your shit is blowin out the stores And uh, next month you fin' to go out on the tour but Count - (two, three, and, four) Your records ain't sellin no more And damn - you done spent your money galore Buyin all the stupid shit that your money can't afford (uh-oh) Tryin to keep up with the trendy Got your bitch minked out in all Fendi Bought your homeboy a brand new Bentley And the well that wouldn't run dry is now empty It's simply, cause you wasn't focused on the next day And your next tape you can't give it away, but hey I send these to these niggaz tryin to keep up with the Joneses Everything you see me I owns it I've been quietly sellin tapes for thirteen years So let's get, that, clear You might have sold a few more tapes, but Realistically, are you that great? (nah) Can't get respect but I done paid dues Stood on the block slangin cooked up rocks, I'm the same dude I've been the same nigga since I came through Do-re-mi too, damn fool! |
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from Geto Boys - Da Good Da Bad & Da Ugly (2005)
(scarface talkin')
(scarface & willie d) I got a partner who been gone but we [? ? ] And I ain't seen him since he's been gone imagine that A young nigga in the hood I grew up in Fightin a battle in the system that no one wins And all these niggas go for bad when they lose friends Gettin impossible to top all the loosed ends My homeboy lost his sista in a carry He's still alive but through her eyes he done saw her death And when he came he was violent And when he left she was silent (silent) No other way left to describin You tellin niggas keep they heads up you fool you When they killin niggas like they used to And ain't no muthafuckin body fightin back Pretty soon they gon be hangin blacks (why? ) Cause niggas won't react we're takin eye 4 an eye And a tomb for tomb do them bitches like they do us Cockin back and shoot (chorus #1) Lockin low standin at the end of the road Glocks explode you muthafuckas reap what you sow Lock the doors ain't nobody leavin alive At the end of the line we gotta die (chorus2) That's why we're takin eye 4 an eye And a tomb for tomb Do them bitches like they do us Cockin back and shoot Lockin low standin at the end of the road Rob and blew You ride 4 me I ride 4 you (verse 2) And when you pop them muthafuckas You pop them bitches till they stop bleed I'm coming through and my glock leaps And they stop breathin You tell his muthafuckin mama:'stop grievin' Cause we're not leavin Until she know how to feels to lose a loved one Muthafuck' a redneck race (fuck that nigga let's slug one nigga) Tied the bitch by his ankles to the back of a truck Rag his ass till his body parts whip to fuck up (chorus #1) (verse 3) That's why I'm keepin my peace of mind Poverty destruction to be destroy Everything that they'd touches Leavin niggas on crunches And the whole neighborhood in pain We bow our heads and continue to pray (chorus #1 + #2) (verse 4) You disrespect our community when you come around [? ? ] of black ministers to calm us down Bitch fuck peace and the police Until the bullshit cease it's a war in the belly of the beast A neck-turner-learner I keep my finger on the fuckin trigga I ain't scared like these other niggas Black life bein lost to you cannibal types While you're fightin over animal rights You cannibal wives And cavitate 'em like they did do And let em wroughtin the woods Leave em sittin over burnt food It's cold blooded Cause we can't get a fair shot We did in 20 years for dime rocks Three strikes and shit for niggas and the rod doles Not for the crack it's all for [? ? ] and I hope (I hope) But painfully we're all overcomin But ain't no muthafuckin singin You want drama we can bring it (willie d) Look i'ma say this shit one time and one time only We ain't against all white people But we are against all white people that's against us Fuck all you muthafuckas!! (verse 5 & chorus #1 + #2) Fuck the jail cells Fuck the [? maniac ass dogs? ] Fuck the chewing tobacco Fuck the confederate flag And fuck your militias Your shotguns in the back of your pickups! You cow-herdin, sheep-fuckin, horseback-ridin Berefoot-walkin, tractor-drivin, trailer-parkin Cousin-fuckin, nigga-jew-hatin Redneck racist (you muthafucka!!) You muthafuckas are unbelievable Y'all talkin all that shit about go back to africa You were'nt talkin all that shit when we was out there in them fields sweatin Pickin that cotton for y'all muthafuckin asses Re-feel this muthafucka We deserve just as much if not more Prosperity then you hoes do Angry white men Who the fuck you angry with You should be angry with your muthafuckin self Because we don't own corporate america Y'all do Corporated america is 70 % white male anglo saxon Y'all run the muthafuckin Y'all took the job lower these You wanna be bad at somebody Be mad at your goddamned self But if you wanna get it on we can get it on muthafucka Till the break of dawn you understand what I'm sayin You wanna race war We got it I ain't scared to you muthafuckas |
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from Dj Kayslay - The Streetsweeper Vol.2 (2004)
(Featuring Ghostface/Scarface)
[Ghostface Killah (Scarface)] Yeah, this Tony Starks Scarface, yeah, we about to switch faces (It's goin' down) Yeah Kay Slay (Right here, right here tonight dawg) (Face Mob in New York City) (Huh, holla atcho goddamn boy!) (Don't fuck wit me, don't get this shit crunk up in here, Kay!) (Cuz you know I'ma goddamn fool wit this shit) [Scarface] I'm creatin' a masterpiece for niggaz Doin' it Kay Slay, all day, ev'y day, steady up in the 12 gauge I'm fuckin' your house up, you and your spouse up You open your mouth up, guarantee you I douce ya Have 'em writin' about ya, daily I'm in the papers for doubtin' a motherfucker Stankin' the speculation, you want it, you got it, baby I'm at you a lifetime, the nigga washin' your window shorten your lifeline You're fuckin' wit white wine, I'm fuckin' wit nitrate I'm emotionless when I get 'em, a nigga wit ice veins Ain't impressed wit status or jewelry, I'm on some street shit Don't believe in sit in front of a jewelry, that's weak shit You talk it, you gotta live it, I live it, that's why I speak it Exposin' these niggaz weakness', Kay I got 'em sleepin' Reality, fuck a record, don't believe in disrespectin' And niggaz will be to see you while your people got you rested' I'm reckless [Chorus] [Ghostface Killah] Mama used to take trips to face to face Now it's face-to-face, Ghost & Face, Scar & Slay We gon' walk the path that mama laid We fail, we gon' see a skull on dollars grave [Ghostface Killah] I remember bustin' out the house from police duckin' the vans Wit them taped-up broken revolvers stuck to my pants That was '88, around the time of Slick Rick era Day to day, rolled chains wit them thick knit sweaters Who gives a fuck what the D.A. say, they wanna see me pay Motherfucker this is G.F.K.! I settle crimes wit metal 9s and I ain't gonna stop 'Til your brains all over the street like ? Marshmellow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones Acknowledge the throne, it's Pretty Tone I'm legendary and compared to my work on the strip, y'all secondary I'm hittin' these fiends lovely, my shit be extra heavy Like construction workers in Timbs, and plus they two box Two glocks incase I gotta bump a few cops off You know how we do in Staten Island, this is Gaten Island, nigga Not a non-violence sticker [Chorus] [Scarface] I gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed You took your shit, nigga, lay in your bed Who'd ever thought this nigga that we sat down at our table and fed Would roll on the street and on wit the feds I used to love this nigga Now I roll around wit a mask and a strap and a grudge for that nigga Fuckin' wit me, this adds the fuel to the fire And I'm about to snap that wire! [Ghostface Killah] We want them new 20s and 100s, Ziplock money Y'all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did And we goin' all out like Hussein's sons did We stickin' niggaz like New York cops wit plungers So take some advice, there's three bears Cashmere down wit 12 gauges under the table Slay got the shotty, ain't that your label And them other two bears, yo, theys the one that paid you buddy! [Chorus] [gunshots] |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Deep in the mind that wide opens Right here we stand alive, we live focused We open-minded, still we die hopeless With our pride broken and bullet holes covered where we stay at And everybody's playing for keeps, most people pray that We all make it up out this godforsaken place that we've been all faced with We take our chances but they all wasted And once again you see me (marching, mobbing) But how long must I continue to see my homies dodgin these marksmen The whole nine put on the line but never in mind to become the head sergeant We all targets, the votes are in, but they ain't ours We got these politicians running their game to regain power While our whole black community sours Crime rate towers, plagued by white powders And they claim to helping us to clean up our community But ain't no open opportunities, impunity Is what these demons use to regulate We keep in mind we can run but we can't hide cause the streets we walk are never safe Still all my shattered hopes and dreams remain scattered Broken into thousands of pieces, smashed and tattered But it don't matter, hipocrisy in your democracy Is stopping me, so I'm retaliating properly Theologically, society has got me pressured by the hate And Heaven knows I have faith, I have faith (I just wanna celebrate) --> Rare Earth (I just wanna celebrate) Have faith (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) [ VERSE 2 ] Rudely awaken from this bad dream Thinking my conscience wants to tell me something because of these bad things (Past things) got me in the center of these mad dreams (Flashing) homicidal ( ? ) fatal slashings Now I'm asking: explain to me these visionaries Brad's seen (Past things) sad things killed him cause he had dreams (A sad scene) but all I ever wanted was my mind back Now I'm that nigga trying to find out where his mind's at The time that it took myself to figure out my mind's gone My mind crack, slide back, look at all the time gone Rewind back, comeback, understand my life gon' make these cuts that won't change But things look so strange, the plague I gots to get myself up out the frame Try to maintain the same game flipping 10 and flame Jane A damn shame, people gots to always check your background To jack now, come jack now and I'ma leave you flat down Come back now or back down, homie, this is always all day (Killer) in these dark and lonely hallways Cause all they wanna see is all us brothers boxed up in caskets With plastic bags in every bathroom getting blasted It's drastic, mama help me calm down cause your son's sick Don't watch me get gunned down for the dumb shit Then the gun click and now I see the other side of black space My last day, sad case, Heaven knows I have faith (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) [ VERSE 3 ] New day brings about change, everybody's searching for the light The daydream schemes of living life Has got us tossed up, believing we controlling our motions Got the answer in space beside the view behind the ocean And adapting to the everyday struggle's got us stressed Cause the fact we know we here one day and could die the next You've insisted to take equipment to the solar system Trying to ensure your sole existence Now tell me: do you think that when the bang goes boom You can pack up all your things and aim for the moon? It's unlikely, but you might be equipped with with proceeds to save lives But you die when the King say die You can race it but you can't shake it, stop trying Try to hide it, cause you can't face it but you're born dying God, please forgive us cause we're human not perfect And the devil try to fronting but it's not working How can we all sit suspended in space Just spinning in place and ain't extended in faith Man, wait - (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) |
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from Scarface - The Untouchable [Explicit Version] (1997)
[ VERSE 1 ]
Deep in the mind that wide opens Right here we stand alive, we live focused We open-minded, still we die hopeless With our pride broken and bullet holes covered where we stay at And everybody's playing for keeps, most people pray that We all make it up out this godforsaken place that we've been all faced with We take our chances but they all wasted And once again you see me (marching, mobbing) But how long must I continue to see my homies dodgin these marksmen The whole nine put on the line but never in mind to become the head sergeant We all targets, the votes are in, but they ain't ours We got these politicians running their game to regain power While our whole black community sours Crime rate towers, plagued by white powders And they claim to helping us to clean up our community But ain't no open opportunities, impunity Is what these demons use to regulate We keep in mind we can run but we can't hide cause the streets we walk are never safe Still all my shattered hopes and dreams remain scattered Broken into thousands of pieces, smashed and tattered But it don't matter, hipocrisy in your democracy Is stopping me, so I'm retaliating properly Theologically, society has got me pressured by the hate And Heaven knows I have faith, I have faith (I just wanna celebrate) --> Rare Earth (I just wanna celebrate) Have faith (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) [ VERSE 2 ] Rudely awaken from this bad dream Thinking my conscience wants to tell me something because of these bad things (Past things) got me in the center of these mad dreams (Flashing) homicidal ( ? ) fatal slashings Now I'm asking: explain to me these visionaries Brad's seen (Past things) sad things killed him cause he had dreams (A sad scene) but all I ever wanted was my mind back Now I'm that nigga trying to find out where his mind's at The time that it took myself to figure out my mind's gone My mind crack, slide back, look at all the time gone Rewind back, comeback, understand my life gon' make these cuts that won't change But things look so strange, the plague I gots to get myself up out the frame Try to maintain the same game flipping 10 and flame Jane A damn shame, people gots to always check your background To jack now, come jack now and I'ma leave you flat down Come back now or back down, homie, this is always all day (Killer) in these dark and lonely hallways Cause all they wanna see is all us brothers boxed up in caskets With plastic bags in every bathroom getting blasted It's drastic, mama help me calm down cause your son's sick Don't watch me get gunned down for the dumb shit Then the gun click and now I see the other side of black space My last day, sad case, Heaven knows I have faith (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) [ VERSE 3 ] New day brings about change, everybody's searching for the light The daydream schemes of living life Has got us tossed up, believing we controlling our motions Got the answer in space beside the view behind the ocean And adapting to the everyday struggle's got us stressed Cause the fact we know we here one day and could die the next You've insisted to take equipment to the solar system Trying to ensure your sole existence Now tell me: do you think that when the bang goes boom You can pack up all your things and aim for the moon? It's unlikely, but you might be equipped with with proceeds to save lives But you die when the King say die You can race it but you can't shake it, stop trying Try to hide it, cause you can't face it but you're born dying God, please forgive us cause we're human not perfect And the devil try to fronting but it's not working How can we all sit suspended in space Just spinning in place and ain't extended in faith Man, wait - (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) (I just wanna celebrate) |
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