I took my chances, but I did my dirt And my adivce to any nigga if you crime, then you do the works Its givin up and step the fuck back Cuz in this game you can fame You gotta start dumpin these niggas off your nut-sack Im just a nigga out the hood tryna have thangs When I got up on my feet and screamed the brand change And your excuse was that the money did came My excuse was that you was to blame Simple ??, got to show my homies love tho I just don't fuck around with niggas that I don't know And you can take that how you wanna take it Im from these motherfuckin streets, and the same rules apply in this game you never break it With my motherfucking luck, fallin over the craps And you niggas who wanna try to attack We steady dyin over dumb shit, And me im steady losin my sleep Cuz niggas aint familiar with the rules of the street, and its a
*Suicide, its a Suicide Suicide, its a Suicide its a, Suicide, its a Suicide Suicide, its a Suicide
To my niggas on the street cryin then (watch them haters) If im sittin on the side-line (get your paper) Too many niggas complaining pointin fingers at the problem Thats why I hate my baby momma im just a nigga from the very bottom skippin classes, throwin 8-balls into white powder tryna get it, while the motherfuckers gettin good wit possibilities of gettin out my neighborhood don't get me wrong, I had them dreams too But the only thing you do, is get your cream too Get your motherfucking cream fool Niggas aint know about the Ange and the Alicks First you get in, then you get out, you stuck in this game
* Repeat (x3)
Now when its over don't nobody cry Just enjoy while you live life, cuz everybody got to die When you see me i'll be hella high, beatin corners wit my top down Checkin out the chasers in the sky, Shootin paper clips at Jupiter The more I lie, its like im gettin stupider and stupider Tryna make the best, out of a fucked up desicion Im just a nigga with a vision, which is to get up, get out Gettin my props, tryna stay away from these bitches that jock dick And move enough to move on, gotta stay true to it Thats just the way you gotta do it And these niggas here is really, dazed and don't give a fuck when you for real And you like it rough, nigga what, the fuck Know what im sayin is real, now back the fuck up for you get killed Cuz its a..
Thinkin bout money, money, money, plottin how to get me some (The fast dough) Cos see don't nothin move but the flow, really doe I kid you not, I'm real with dis Havin skrilla is the only way to deal with this If it ain't green, it ain't me, that's no goddamn lie Well show me big skrill and I will get live Give up the loochie, I need it in a major way Now gimme all (all), I gots ta have it (everyday) It's my world, the only mom, I'm stressed, that'll make you break you, if it's really real then I'll take you Shake you for the dollar bill let's see You're outta here (smoked on the fuckin concrete)
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - Got me crazy, skrilla got me gone Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me mad Cos skrilla gives me from riches to rags (motherfucker)
It ain't nuttin but the cash flow game How long can you last 'fore you're down to your very last change, nigga? (Money makes the world go round) Tell em again y'all (Money makes the world go round) (*My God*) Forty, fifty grand a night, that's what I'm seein as I'ma vin your own ass tonight, you know the meanin of a worldwide national? Big money gripper Baller, called a, million dollar nigga (uhh, who me?) Yes you (Could be, but who?)
Uhh, 350 bringin on in the weeks news And no I don't shoot, I swoop in my Coupe Skrilla for realla my nigga, so whatcha wanna do? Do you want to fuck around with my crew? Do you want to? Would do exactly what you did do Stay in you, don't have enough to attend to the menu So come and let me single, continue (everybody sayin) To make money money money, make money money money (yeah) Here go fat stacks if you can't take money nigga Take money money money, take money money money So can you please make the cheque out to the Facemob
Check it Now one, two, three to the fo', like rippin million dollars in my hand, tight Facemob rule number one thing (what?) Skrilla, nuttin but skrilla's the way to maintain Us both, have got to keep the skrill between us fo', as we proceed to make mo'
Really doe, from town to town we puts it down As I, hold it down, game tight, right
Now Miss Crabtree (Crabtree), I know that you are mad at me To find out that it was your money (money) that I spent and now girl, it's all gone (It's what?) It's all gone
It's gone like riches to rags, dishes to bags of leftover ten and jam, can happen to any man Gots ta get money, money I gots ta get this shit right now so I can hop on the lot And we about to come up as we put the shit down Hold up, don't rush, cos I'm good ta gets mine If it wadn't for bad, I'd have no up than luck Smokin plank of man, who gives a motherfuck!!!! The bill collectors, they ring my phone Scam my wife when I'm not home Bitch I'm gone, tryin ta come back phat Facemob where ya at? (Right behind ya and we strapped)
Strapped with straps and all eyes on paper And most importantly you keep your mind on papin And you can have it all, if you can take your money pieces at a time but you can't take your pieces outta mine Big wine, it's all about the dollar sign I'm, flippin in the big Dawg, continental flyin Tryin to stack it to the ceilin on you home's Cos bitches got me cummin but skrilla got me goin
Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me crazy, skrilla got me goin Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - got me flippin new Cadillac chromes Skrillaaaaaaaaaa - bought me houses, skrilla bought me clothes Skrilla got me flippin in a Rolls
[Wyclef] Hold on now, don't die now, be strong now He said, I was born a crack baby In a plastic bag in the alley Raised in a foster home With no mother to love and I never knew my papi Back in the days of Bobby McFerrin Used to sing don't worry, be happy Lord how can I be happy When I don't even know my own family tree Lord
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Wyclef] Gang poppin' things, doing drive-by's and angers Kids going to school putting fears in their teacher The teacher let them know that it ain't all good Cos the gang was created to protect the neighborhood, now All you red now, all you blue now All you yellow now, follow me now To that place of righteousness Where the only thing that matters is your consciousness, he said
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Wyclef] In my father's kingdom there are many mansions All the rooms are free, there is no tax collection I can see Biggie, Tupac, Moses and Abraham Jason, the one and two's, jamming with the sun of man
[Scarface] I've been kicked, I've been stabbed I've been shot, I've been ? by a Person that I thought I trusted, where I live It's a war at the cribs, walk with a strap Myself cos I don't want nobody's son on my back My mind playing tricks ?, to really ? Me out in five unless I take another hit I done seen the sun set on the other side of town Now I'm drifting in the darkness, Heaven hold me down ? ? ? but I know I'm born dying Feel the tears of the angels looking down on me crying For a lying ass but yo forgive us in a while And I'm sorry, never let me forget that I'm your child While I'm locked up in this basement staring eye to eye with Satan In this cold dark world with no patience We get plotted on by agents with talks of replacing The Africans, Jamaicans and the Haitians in this next generation
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Rah Digga] Whoa, we the next generation, look at what we facing The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation Flowers and candles decorating all the pavements No, the perpetrator ain't seeing no arrangements Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor Man they suffer while we spending eighty billion on a war, uh Cutting school budgets, US stockmarket plummets Condition's only worse and I wonder what become it Metal detectors replace music classes Angry little kids wanna beat their teacher's asses The red and blue's, somebody gotta lose Reality TV be reality for who I don't question what the Lord found in me I just pass it on to folks with no boundaries Got a long road ahead of us, AIDS already gettin' us Now we got stars, how many will there be left of us
[Wyclef] We are the next generation, we ain't scared to die The only thing I fear is the after life Cos I don't know what's there on the other side But I pray the Lord forgives me, gives me one more try
[Vocal Sample: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions] Pushin' Keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin'
[Intro: Bun talking over sample] Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers Baby I got to keep on pushin'
[Bun B] Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow) They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know) I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf) Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire) Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire) Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real) Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey) Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me) I did the city thing plus I played it out of state Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'
[Scarface] I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold
[Young Jeezy] Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma… Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA) You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA) U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA) You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN) G.A. niggaz you know they already… Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE)
One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?) Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN) Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA) Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA) Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT) I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE) Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA) Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA) You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE) Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA) I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA) See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE) A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin' I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)
Now the funeral is over and all the tears are dried up Niggas hangin deep on the cut gettin fired up Lookin for the nigga who pulled his pistol on my homie An eye for an eye, so now your life is what you owe me Look deep into the eyes of your muthafuckin killer I want you to witness your muthafuckin murder, nigga And since you wants to kill, then your ass has got to fry But ain't no police, therefore your ass has gots to die We play the game for keeps and if you slept I guess you sleep You sho nuff fucked and now your ass is six feet deep Cause where I come from, yo, everybody's got a gat And niggas try your ass just to see where you got your heart at And if your shit is flimsy, then your ass is gonna bend And like I said before there'll be no tears in the end I'm rollin through your hood, now my heart is filled with anger You at your sister's house and now your sister's life in danger (By a total stranger) with the ?kanga? Niggas wanna bang ya and hang ya Sting ya with one up in the chamber Let's take a trip up Holloway So you can see how many niggas in my hood is down to die today We standin up for our own shit And if you outside the click, then you die, bitch It ain't no love in this muthafucka It ain't no love for yourself or your other brother Because we real with this shit, so we stay true And since we bang, we do what O.G.'s say do I've got the mind of the man in the mirror So I'm lookin at me vaguely But I can't seem to fade me I've got my pistol pon cock Ready to lay shots non-stop Until I see your monkey-ass drop And let your homies know who done it Cause when it comes to this gangsta shit you muthafuckas know who run it So when you put this muthafucka to the test You gotta realize somethin, nigga: (you fuckin with the very best) I've got this killer up inside of me I can't talk to my mother, so I talk to my diary I'm goin off on the deep end I find myself face to face with myself while I'm sleepin I see your picture in my head and my hand shake You can run, you can hide, but there's no escape My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy I got to get this muthafucka before he gets to me So in your own blood you'll bathe And I won't stop until I put this muthafucka in his fuckin grave And I can say this once again You can cry but you'll still die, there'll be no tears in the end
[Vocal Sample: Curtis Mayfield & The Impressions] Pushin' Keep on pushin' I've got to keep on pushin'
[Intro: Bun talking over sample] Say man I don't give a fuck about the FEDs D.E.A., A.T.F., Task Force, Jump-out boys, or your local neighborhood robbers Baby I got to keep on pushin'
[Bun B] Well it's the king of the hover trade and the sergeant of snow (Snow) They call me Mr. Killa Gram in case yo ass ain't know (Know) I'm the boss baller of blow when you come to the Gulf (Gulf) Other cats holdin' some weight but they ain't holdin' enough I've been around way before the Interstate was on fire (Fire) Before they hid it in the gas or the tire (Tire) Before a motherfucker even knew about a stash box We just put work in the back of the car (Man), and mashed out (For real) Now ask a nigga that was doin' it in nine-three On the Interstate in a rental car you can find me Suitcase is stuffed like a holiday turkey (Turkey) Chopper right beside in case a nigga try to jerk me (Jerk me) I did the city thing plus I played it out of state Either way a nigga was known for havin' a lot of weight Try to knock me down but it only made me bigger Haters wanna see me fall but a nigga gotta keep on pushin'
[Scarface] I feel you Bun, I feel you Young, I mean, I feel you
I'm on the corner from sun up to sun down Competition gettin' hectic, I'm headed for out of town What I was, sellin' for twenty, niggaz sellin' for ten So I'm bout to take it to drastic measurements for my ends My partner Rob in seventeen and in the Benz And me I'm in a bucket but fuck it, that's how it is, shit I got an ounce about to cut it into stones Next stop: Port Arthur, Texas, I work it in the Lones I'm a little nigga on his hustle bout to rise I was cuttin' seventeen and I was only payin' five A week went by, and a nigga took that dry Back to H-Town, with re-up about to score me nine A Pyrex bulb and the whoop so throwed I cooked it for nine then I stretched it for nine more Whoa, I'm that nigga bakin' with holes in his door Crummy niggaz sellin' that ether but fuck it, shit sold
[Young Jeezy] Ay, no matter how hard it get you know I'mma… Real talk, real niggaz do real things you know they… (CHEEAAA) You already know, free Pimp C nigga (LIFE NIGGA) U.G.K. for motherfuckin' life, U.S.D.A. nigga, C.T.E. nigga (CHEAA) You know them Houston niggaz you know they niggaz keep on pushin' nigga (PUSHIN) G.A. niggaz you know they already… Real niggaz do real things nigga you already know nigga C.T.E. nigga, Rap-A-Lot records (AYE, AYE, AYE)
One day you're here, the next day you're gone (WHAT?) Cuz some nigga set you up on the phone (DAMN) Shit, I play it how I go, I'm in a league of my own You ain't gotta front me shit nigga, I'm buyin' my own (HAHA) Whether it's sixteen bars or sixteen bricks (CHEA) Move 'em one at a time, I'll take sixteen trips (LET'S GET IT) I'm in the kitchen with the white, choppers by the back door (AYE) Mind on my money, but I swear this shit stack dough (HAHA) Square's in the closet, a hundred thousand in the box spring Got the stash box in the back of the Mustang (CHEA) You know I keep a down ass bitch to dry that shit Look, I-T a nigga yea she ride that shit Hey, I hustle harder, I hustle smarter (AYE) Just left the magnum lot tried to whip me up a charter (HAHA) I'm so ahead of my time, ahead of my grind Look at snowman bitch, it's a must that I shine (YEAAAA) See my watch is like...damn, my ears beggin' for attention (AYE) A quarter mill around my neck, in case I forgot to mention You niggaz actin' like hoes so motherfucker keep gushin' I'mma do what the gangstas do and nigga keep pushin' (AYYEEE)
Now the funeral is over and all the tears are dried up Niggas hangin deep on the cut gettin fired up Lookin for the nigga who pulled his pistol on my homie An eye for an eye, so now your life is what you owe me Look deep into the eyes of your muthafuckin killer I want you to witness your muthafuckin murder, nigga And since you wants to kill, then your ass has got to fry But ain't no police, therefore your ass has gots to die We play the game for keeps and if you slept I guess you sleep You sho nuff fucked and now your ass is six feet deep Cause where I come from, yo, everybody's got a gat And niggas try your ass just to see where you got your heart at And if your shit is flimsy, then your ass is gonna bend And like I said before there'll be no tears in the end I'm rollin through your hood, now my heart is filled with anger You at your sister's house and now your sister's life in danger (By a total stranger) with the ?kanga? Niggas wanna bang ya and hang ya Sting ya with one up in the chamber Let's take a trip up Holloway So you can see how many niggas in my hood is down to die today We standin up for our own shit And if you outside the click, then you die, bitch It ain't no love in this muthafucka It ain't no love for yourself or your other brother Because we real with this shit, so we stay true And since we bang, we do what O.G.'s say do I've got the mind of the man in the mirror So I'm lookin at me vaguely But I can't seem to fade me I've got my pistol pon cock Ready to lay shots non-stop Until I see your monkey-ass drop And let your homies know who done it Cause when it comes to this gangsta shit you muthafuckas know who run it So when you put this muthafucka to the test You gotta realize somethin, nigga: (you fuckin with the very best) I've got this killer up inside of me I can't talk to my mother, so I talk to my diary I'm goin off on the deep end I find myself face to face with myself while I'm sleepin I see your picture in my head and my hand shake You can run, you can hide, but there's no escape My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy I got to get this muthafucka before he gets to me So in your own blood you'll bathe And I won't stop until I put this muthafucka in his fuckin grave And I can say this once again You can cry but you'll still die, there'll be no tears in the end
Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket Too my pistol out, unlocked it Pulled the hammer back and - cocked it And left his shit all on the carpet I seen a (murder, murder) I pin-pointed my target I'm making my way up out the building I got the nigga that I came here to get, notify his children That they old man done fell up out the game Because I came to this motherfucker And killed his ass just like Jesse James
Think it's a motherfucking game? I come around this motherfucker and kill yo ass just like Jesse James
What's my motherfucking name? There'll be no witnesses to this homicide No re-enactment on the late night news to be re-dramatized All you got is a nigga with a dot In the middle of his motherfucking head he been shot Dropped in the middle of the floor and he ain't breathing And the nigga's on the go cause we ain't seeing He did his dirt and got the fuck up out the picture The hollow point just hit ya, out of line, so it got with ya Call the motherfucking helicopter But ain't no hope, cause the Tina broke that nigga off a hella proper That oughta hold your monkey ass (motherfucker, you) That oughta teach your funky ass (motherfucker, you) I know this motherfucking game is shift And you done lost the fucking game of life And that's a motherfucking shame You let a nigga come around and do yo ass just like Jesse James
And that's a motherfucking shame You came around this motherfucker and let me do ya like Jesse James
Think it's a motherfucking game? Wait, this motherfucker got me bent, I gots to, break Because this nigga done put his hands all up in my, face He best to chill before I hit him with this, lace And catch this motherfucking case Cause once I hit it blind, once I get him blind Because I'm true to myself, fuck the dumb shit You ain't no motherfucking gangsta, gee And when I get up out your ass you gon' realize it just ain't to be It ain't no studio up in me And all that bullshit I'm hearing you talk only offends me And lately I'm under a lot of pressure It seems to me you can't come clean, so yo, I gots to check ya I pull my .45 and (buck, buck, buck, buck) And right before he die I (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck) I could give a motherfuck about the sentence I snatch yo ass up off the hinges cause I'm (Screaming for vengeance) Cause life has no meaning, no meaning We were all born to die, so no screaming Think it's a motherfucking game? I come around this motherfucker and cut yo ass just like Jesse James
Put out your motherfucking brains I come around this motherfucker and do yo ass just like Jesse James
Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood, what do you see? (I see some muthafuckin' G's) Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood, tell me what you see? (Some muthafuckin' G's)
(verse 1) Roamin' in my muthafuckin' hood and thangs Seems to me my mutherfuckin' hood done changed Cause niggas used to kick it with the rival gangs But now we gots to deal with them survival thangs .45 in my lap when I'm on the creep Niggas livin' shife, so I roll one deep Cause now they see me flippin' in the 1-9-9-4 C.S.I. nigga, black 850 And now they lookin' at me crazy But off-brand niggas can suck a dick because they can't fade me And if it came down to the gun, black I never cracked up on the pressure, cause I was trained for combat So get yo' muthafuckin' boys together I represent S.A., nigga, and we makin' noise forever And gettin' paid at the same time So you respect a muthafucka when a muthafucka claim mine Cause if you disrespect, you ass out And they we rolling through yo' shit in the glasshouse Actin' bad with the flashers on Makin' niggas get they asses on Cause ain't no mutherfuckin' love for fools Who come around this muthafucka trying to scrub, you fools It ain't no haps on it, hops We snaps on the cops And straps on the glocks And take the law into our own hands Cause you ain't fucking with a rookin, nigga, you fucking with a grown man And we gon' show you what we mean by funk Muthafucka, you ain't see my trunk I got a (SK) and a (AK) And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day So recognize a real nigga from the streets When you rolling through yo' mutherfuckin' hood, what do you see?
Chorus...
(verse 2) Hollerin at my homie at the swisher house Scope a 40 bag and we hit the spot Put my shit in park and got up under the tree Pull the swishers out and gave the ganja to 3 Rapped us up a fattie and we started to smoke Eyes gettin' red cause we higher than coke A nigga chillin' cause it's all good And we ain't trippin' on the bullshit, nigga, because we all hood But other niggas don't wanna see it that way But all I got to say is: you don't wanna see that S.A. Because we're all upon a mission Killin don't make us no different And dyin don't make it no different Cause I done been to mo' wakes in this past year Than the muthafuckin Bingos lost last year So ain't no muthafuckin' thang for me To kill a nigga who ain't fuckin' with the gang with me
Chorus...
(verse 3) Formaldehyde smokin, niggas gettin' loc'ed and Ready to pull your coat and leave your stomach open Scoping, hoping for you to fuck up and slip So we can have a reason for fuckin' up your shit (It ain't no muthafuckin' peace when they see me) Cause we never had a muthafuckin' peace treaty So I know I got to get em with game And when I hit em with the game I gotta hit em with this damn thang Cause it's kill or be killed, never cut slack And if you cut slack, they bust back, fuck that I never give a second chance to pull the first gun Cause if they bust one time, that be the worst one And that's the one that can close the shop So you gotta stand and hold the glock Cause in my muthafuckin' hood, that's how it be But when you're rollin' through your muthafucking hood, what do YOU see?
Man: So what you gonna when you get outta here, cat daddy? Scarface: I don't know dawg...just trying to live it one day at a time, you know? Man: I hear you talkin' man, live it one day at a time...ain't nothin' but a thing though, bro. Scarface: Yeah I hear you fool. Well let me get up outta here, man, my ride out here waitin' fo' me Man: Aight cat, take it easy baby. Scarface: Stay up fool..... peace.
Verse 1:
He greets his father with his hands out, rehabilitated slightly, Glad to be the man's child The world is different since he's seen it last... Out of jail---been seven years---and he's happy that he's free at last All he had was his mother's letters Now he's home and he's gotta make a change and make it for the better But he's black, so he's got one strike against him And he's young, plus he came up in the system But he's smart, and he's finally makin' eighteen And his goal's to get on top and try to stay clean So he's callin' up his homie who done came up Livin' like this now they dealin' with the same stuff And had that attitude that who he was was worth it And with that fucked up attitude he killed his first man Now it's different, he done did dirt And realized, killin' men meant comin' up, but it still hurt And can't nobody change this It's nineteen-ninety-fo', and we up against the same shit I never understood why I could never see a man cry, 'til I seen a man die
*instrumental chorus*
Verse two:
Imagine life, at it's full peak Then imagine, lying dead, in the arms of your enemy Imagine peace, on this earth, when there's no grief Imagine grief, on this earth, when there's no peace Everybody's got a different way of endin' it And when your number comes for service then they send it in Now your time has arrived for your final test I see the fear in your eyes and hear your final breath How much longer will it be 'til it's all done? Total darkness and ease be in all one I watch him die and when he dies, let us celebrate You took his life, but your memory he'll never take You'll be headed to another place And the life you used to live will reflect in your mother's face I still gotta wonder why I never seen a man cry, 'til I seen a man die
*chorus*
Verse 3:
I hear you breathin', but your heart no longer sounds strong But you kinda scared of dying, so you hold on And you keep on blackin' out, and your pulse is low Stop trying to fight the Reaper, just relax and let it go Because there's no way you can fight it, but you'll still try And you can try it 'til you fight it, but you'll still die Now your spirit leaves your body and your mind clears The rigormortis starts to set, now you outta here You start your journey into outer space You see yourself, in the light, but you're still feelin' outta place So you standin' in the tunnel of eternal light, And you see the ones you never learned to love in life Make the choice, let it go, but you can back it up If you ain't at peace with God you need to patch it up But if you ready close your eyes and we can set it free There lies a man not scared to die, may he rest in peace I still gotta wonder why, I never seen a man cry 'til I seen that man die
[B Legit] I flipmake hitsand stick like peanut butter Five g's to the homie my money he didn't stutter The gutter with the gatsfuck thatwe need the lucho It ain't no in between such things as being neutral We shoot y'allanswering to me if it's needed Catch you in the bucket and fuck it we gon feed it We bleed itA 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
(ring) "don't answer that" "Hello I'm not at home leave a message (beep) "Yo bitch this is (beep) pick up the phone bitch I know you're in there You fucking with that old fucking ass face now huh bitch Where my motherfucking kids at bitch Fucking bitch punk ass bitch!"
Hey today must be my lucky day I turned the corner hit the block and seen that ass from a mile away (now where's she staying?) She must be new in the hood But I ain't trippin' on that shit, cause it's all good
I rolled up on her, and I asked her her name ain't a damn thing changed , ain't no shame in my game She said, " Used to go Thomas" I slowed my rope, cause she just might be one of my homies' babies mamas
Now where you headed, she said "Going to work" Gave me the look, I cracked a smile and thinink, "Going to flirt" My homies women ain't no thing to me, Cause if they caught one of my ho's, they'd do the same to me
And furthermore she was peepin' my ride Convertible, 64, with the ride inside Super clean with the discus in full Higher than the fucks spittin' this to ho's:
[Chorus] Please excuse my attitude, Sorry if I'm being rude, but I've got something to say to you Hoping you won't lose your cool I want to sneak you out to play with me, You can spend the day with me And we can ride and see the sights Its going down tonight
Reminiscing on the bitch that I had back in the day Gave the bitch a call and she hung up in my face Now that's the pits She didn't have to put up a front I stuck that ass back in there And haven't called her for 3 months
I guess they send me to be doggin' a chic Can't understand how you niggas just be hogging your bitch Go on and pass her, unass her, send her to the master Let he take a ride with the braster It cool, don't front, ooh, no sex No sweat-not even on my mind-we just met
And furthermore, we can get to those But for now I'm rolling 'Raris spitting this to ho's:
[Chorus]
Now cruisin' to the crib with this bitch that I scooped Parked my Ferari, now I'm back in the coup, I knocked her boots- Your baby's mama put me to work I dragged that ass from the back, and knocked her shit in the dirt
She wanted me badly so I put it inside She got the (front and back , side to side) Back and forth with the gangster glide Started off at 6 and didn't finish till 9
Hit the showers like I been out playing ball for the day She was asleep, cause she just had her drawers full of dick (now that's sick)And plus she got you staying at home With the kids all alone while she's gettin' her fuck on So believe me when you down in the brad I'm at the pad with your baby mama clowning that ass So player hatin' niggas check the bitch you chose I'll be mobbing in my 'Benz spitting this to ho's:
In world news today officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan alias Scarface must be stopped After being monitored by secret service agents for two years Evidence leads Tobacco and Fire Arms officials to believe that his literally dope lyrics promote drug usage and distribution Degrade women influence gambling promote and teach violence and more importantly Its influencing our minors and destroying our young community Officials say, he's the lord of underground rap and his music must be stopped
We got this whole motherfucker on a mission Now the whole entire world's gotta try to come up with a quick decision They claim we threats to society And now they callin on the government to try and make somebody quiet For the bullshit they done to me Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat So why you tryin kick some dust up America's been always known for blaiming us niggas for they fuck-ups And we were always considered evil Now they tryin to bust our only code of communicating with our people Lets peep the game from a different angle Matt Dillon pulled his pistol every time him and someone tangled So why you criticize me For the shit that you see on your tv That rates worse than PG Just bring your ass to where they got me So you can feel the hand of the dead body
[Chorus: x2] Nigga don't believe that song That nigga's wrong Gangstas don't live that long
So now they tryin separation And sendin black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation Tappin into our conversation Saying the message that they give Bring forth or premeditation So David's got a silver mag While listenin to Brad, David gets mad and kills his dad David Duke's got a shotgun So why you get upset cause I got one A tisket a tasket A nigga got his ass kicked Shot in the face by a cop, close casket An open and sgut situation Cop gets got, the want to blame it on my occupation If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue me Because the shit that I be sayin ain't worse than no western money Don't blame me blame your man Gotti So you can feel the hand of the dead body
[Chorus: x2]
You best to free your mine Before I free my nine And stop fuckin with the void in pop Or feel my hot rocks Bang, bang, boom boom, ping ping I'm the black White boys gat a magazine and don't kow how to act I'll attack and make you vomit Down with Kahlid Abdul Muhammad Do he got a brother, I'm it now I'm the illest want to kill this house nigga Don Cornelius Can you feel this? You punk niggas make me sick Suckin' on the devil's dick Scared of revolution Need to start deuchin' Houston is the place I caught a case Them motherfuckers tried to put a scar on my face But i bust two times to the gut To the Reverend Calvin Butts Gotta pair of nuts? I started this gangsta shit in 86 Now you dissin' me For publicity Isn't he a hoe to the third degree Who me I'm a g who like to scrap-a-lot Down with Rap-A-Lot And I can't stop, won't stop So fuck Bill and Hillary Ice Cube their ain't no killin' me Ice Cube, Scarface Droppin' on these sellin' out niggas, doing it like this
I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at candles Are we on the radio dukes? Awww yeah, give it to me
Yeah, at night I can't sleep I'm tossin' and turnin' I still got the candlesticks burnin' It ain't changed but it's a different time And I'm still playin' tricks with my mind My mothers always stressin' that I'm livin' wrong But I got my smith and wesson so I'm gettin' grown And their lookin' at your little boys success And I been thinkin', I'm dealin' with too much stress So I stay up on my p's and q's And watch out for the g's and fools Cause the homies that I thought I had See me stackin' up a grip And they just started talkin' bad So I stay away from outsiders And when I roll through, it makes 'em open they mouth wider I used to think that you was my one and only homie My mind was playin' tricks on me My mind was playin' tricks on me
Yeah
Dear diary I'm havin' a little trouble with my mind state How many bullets would it take to change my mind? wait Sometimes I want to end it but I don't though They tell me see my pastor but I don't go Cause they all be on this one street
So I take it on myself to thank him one deep And give my money to the most needy And never put it in the hands of the most greedy Cause their puttin' a price tag on a man's word And it's a fashion show, so the men flirt The world is endin' so they try to make us switch fast And they openin' up these churches for some quick cash And usin' the money fo' they new cribs While brother johnson just got kicked out where he lived I follow no man, cause man be phoney My mind was playin' tricks on me My mind was playin' tricks on me
Day by day it's more impossible to cope I feel like I'm the one that's doin' dope Can't seem to keep my mind on a steady track I'm all about gettin' mine so I study that But it seems they want to get me So I try to keep my nine millimeter wit me Just in case they want to see a homies head blown But I got to stay around to see my kids grown I finally found a woman who could deal wit me Back then I had a woman who wouldn't real wit me And now she's back with her old lady And now I got it goin' on and they sure hate me Now I'm a gone and she's alone Hahahaha, her mind was playin' tricks on her One time for your motherf**kin' mind Bringin' it back like this here 1-9-9-1 all the way to the 1-9-9-4 and they me face My mind was playin' tricks on me
(Say, Face .. nigga, I think I can fade you now) What, fade me how? (Sheeit, on this rap shit) Come on, nigga..
I brought my chopper and my hard hat The shit's fucked up now show a nigga where the war at Cause I'm about to clean house Stick this a.k. up your ass and blow that fucker clean out Cause you niggas in the wrong You came up short and now we fin to get it going on I ain't your average motherfucker You step out of line and watch a motherfucker bust ya Cause you done came at me the wrong way I ain't no Clint Eastwood, nigga, and you done picked the wrong day So bring your ass to the battleground Rat-a-tat-tat, like that is how my gat'll sound Avoid no niggas cause niggas be human I squeeze the trigger and niggas be moving Cause I don't point it in the air and pull the trigger (why?) I'd rather point it at your ass and watch the nigga die I gives a fuck about your team mates When it's all said and done you're gonna wish you never seen 'face You shoulda seen that lil nigga Brad James through here, seen Dave and, yo that nigga bad And your homies better stand still Don't make my brother Warren bust one of you bitches cause the man will Don't bring your ass to my picnic Cause I done had it up to here with all you niggas talking that bitch shit So you better get your shit right I'm from the state where you rarely see a motherfucking fist fight It's all about the gun blast So you can miss me with that bullshit you spitting with your punk ass It's the diary of a born killer Don't have to worry about me falling off this thang cause I'm a strong nigga Doubt my regard of the hard With niggas behind me from East Oakland to the South Park I've got the mind of the man right behind ya You can run, you can hide but I'll still find ya Like I say there's no getaway And I'm gon' have it where your family'll have to throw your shit away It's the return of the real niggas I'm prejudiced to a certain extent but still I kill niggas I'll bust that ass on the fucking double So push on with that ho shit, bitch, cause you don't want trouble So get your ass up of my shoestrings And let your shermed nigga do things
Ay, ay, ay where you fin to go, fool? (I can't fuck with it, you got it, man) Come on, man .. you wanna rap, nigga? (I can't do it) Come on You see, you see! That's how motherfucker is, dogg That's how motherfuckers be, punk ass hoes You motherfuckers better quit fucking with me like this That's really doe
