Scarface Album

[No lyrics]

Yeah nigga

Back in this muthafucka once again

I'm just lettin a nigga know
You know

S.A. and 5th Ward forever, fool

[ VERSE 1 ]
Niggas watch your back cause here I come again
Rappin funky shit for the 199-trey
In 1989 I sold dope for a pasttime
1991 they called that nigga Scarface
Started on the team when a nigga turned 16
Stackin that green sellin dope to the dopefiends
Daddy seen a scheme, thou so it seem
Cause he hooked a nigga up with a nickel-plated triple beam
Had a lotta game with the beam, that's what it came with
Taught a nigga how to get to funk when it jump
If static jumped off, then I was down for the dirt
When puttin in work I ain't no muthafuckin punk
Down with my partners that a nigga fucked around with
Huntin for some shit to get up into and we found it
If you had a problem with a nigga we was down with
We rolled by your set and shot your whole click down, bitch
Niggas play for keeps in the city that I come from
Niggas talk shit from out of town, but they don't want none
If you think you want some, then go ahead and come
It ain't where you at, you stupid bitch, it's where you from
And comin through my hood is where you findin all the thugs at
Lookin for some dope and they gon' show you where the drugs at
Lookin for some trouble, well, a nigga's gonna plug that
Niggas keep they pistols up underneath they rug mat
Show your little ass, go ahead and let your ass show
Talkin that shit, punk bitch, you better dash, hoe
Once I get it on it ain't no muthafuckin holdin this
Kinda fucked up that I'm a nigga that be chauvinist
Niggaroe, the heater want this fool to let the trigger go
But bitch, I gots to give you one to let you niggas know
I'm lettin you bitches know

Front, back and side to side

I'm lettin you bitches know

[ VERSE 2 ]
How a nigga back in the game I used to start shit
Moppin up the hood, makin muthafuckas squab
You fucked with one nigga out of the muthafuckin click
You had to fuck around with the whole fuckin mob
Cause niggas rolled thick and they didn't take shit
Quick to put that ass up in a muthafuckin lynch
Whip it on your ass, then tie it up to a fence
And since we began it's been that way ever since
My niggas used to kick it up around the fuckin pikes
Smokin swisher sweets, drinkin Miller Lites
Takin turns heatin up the muthafuckin mic
And maybe beat a buster out his muthafuckin bike
Crackerjacks kept a muthafucka on the hustle
Makin sure my business stayed stead' trump tight
Hoes sell flippers, gave two for ten
And even gave up shake to keep my clientele tight
Before long I had customers out the ass buyin flippers
Bearskin coats, tight ropes and fat slippers
Fresh fade daily, I had my own fuckin clipppers
And all kinds of hoes on my cocksuckin zipper
Hoes came in handy, but my money came first
Causebitches get aghost when they see a nigga's hearse
So if I ain't have shit I had a muthafuckin ???
And could pull on my dick if worse came to worst
So if you got a problem with the way I run my business
Let a nigga know, so I can put you in your place
9 times out of 10 you ain't man enough to deal with
The born killin, dope dealin Mr. Scarface
Rougher than a muthafucka, takin no shit from a
Busta muthafucka who be flexin off the bullshit
Got my bull pump on all you bitch-made niggas
So let a nigga know when you bitches wanna flip
I'm lettin you niggas know

Front, back and side to side

[ VERSE 3 ]
I had to let you know I ain't that nigga you should toy with
So don't come in my face with that muthafuckin boy shit
Never comin soft with that 'love, peace and joy' shit
Mr., Mr. Scarface, the real deal McCoy shit
Sendin out a shot to all you busta-ass one times
Suck a nigga dick, or make a nigga rich
Cause you don't get props for what you doin for the cops
Except a swift kick and a mouth full of dick
Lettin muthafuckas talk ass about your gameplan
Just because you got a big gat you'se the same man
That used to get your ass kicked daily back in the neighborhood
Finally got a nigga back pushed like you said you would
Fuck it, I'm a nigga gettin down for his cash flow
Down to down a hoe, I'm lettin you niggas know
I'm lettin you bitches know

Front, back and side to side

I'm lettin you niggas know
You know I'm sayin?

This is for the
Front, back and side to side

Sendin this out to all my muthafuckin partners

[VERSE 1]
Ah shit.. I'm sick of niggas jumpin up with choppers
Runnin for your shit, tryin to make another nigga stop ya
But it's on cause you up against a real nigga
I steal niggas and kill niggas, I'm the real nigga
You up against a motherfucker with a quick temper
I'm a born killer, in case you don't remember
I got my pistol but I got a different clip in it
Click-click, motherfuckers, can you get with it?
You ain't the nigga that you thought you was, fool
And now I'm after that ass on the cool
It's all about survival of the fittest
Nigga, you shouldn'ta did this
And now I gots to handle my business
I got to get your ass up out the picture
I ain't the nigga you wanna fuck with
Motherfucker, I wouldn't bullshit ya
Now look at what you stuck with
The last nigga in this motherfuckin world you shoulda fucked with
I'm leavin niggas in bodybags
You shouldn'ta fucked with the Brad
You punk motherfucker, I'm comin agg

[VERSE 2]
Mr., Mr. Scarface for the nine-trey
Niggas packin nines, fuck you, bitch, I pack an A.K.
Fully automatic for you hoes who wanna jack this
S.A. fool, and I'ma put you on your back, bitch
Ain't no half-steppin, I'm comin at you rough-like
Shootin to kill cause back in school I had enough fights
to never wanna put my knuckles up against a nigga's head
So you can sling 'em all you want, but motherfucker I be slingin lead
Cause like I said befo' I'm a motherfuckin dreadlock
Puttin fools in headlocks, givin niggas headshots
And everybody in your motherfuckin area
Is tryin to scrap up some money, so they can help to bury ya
But I can give a motherfuck about your family
Because your family ain't my fuckin family
You shoulda thought before you stepped to tha
Nigga in black standin right here next to ya
I'm stoppin muthafuckers from breathin
Just gimme a reason and I'ma be squeezin
The trigger of this motherfuckin glock, pop-pop until you drop
From these motherfuckin gunshots
And leave your whole fuckin family sad
Don't fuck with the Brad, motherfucker
Cause Brad's comin agg

[VERSE 3]
Where the cocksuckers at, where the cocksuckers at?
(Where they at? Where they at?) (There they go) at my gat
Cause I'm about to heat up like a vet
Chop shit down on your set and then jet
And smash off in my soap box
Cause I'm down for the dirt and motherfuckas said it don't stop
Now which one of you hoes wanna fuck
Make your way to your truck
I wanna see the way that you jump
Cause by the time you get your keys
I'm lettin loose, motherfucker, lay em down, nigga, and get these
It ain't shit for me to watch em fly
So die, motherfuckers, die, motherfuckers, die, die
I ain't no motherfuckin good guy, dog
And I don't give a good guy damn about none of y'all
I'm from the state of the motherfuckin gunslingers
Knockin dicks in the dirt with just this one finger
So get your ass caught up in this gangsta shit
And I'ma try my best to make it stank, you bitch
Plus you comin with that fake drag
You fallin dead on your ass, you motherfucker
I'm comin agg

So Brad, tell me what's going on in your world?

verse one:

Its fucked up, I'm looking at myself in the mirror
I'm seein' something scary, its slowly coming clearer
I had a funny feeling that today will be the day
that someone tries to blow my motherfucking ass away, but hey
I'm running out of time to be blunt
I never had the nuts to make the motherfucking final cut 
I've been depressed for no fucking reason
but every problem's got a reason; I'm kinda havin' trouble breathin'
somebody help me, hear my plead, my battle cry
my psychic told my that its gonna be hard for Brad to die 
she told a lie, I think I oughtta shank the bitch
I got my pistol, thinking if I should shoot the shit
click, bang, I jammed it, I slammed it
aw shit, goddammit
I'm havin' a fucked day to begin with
I lost a bitch, a bird, and then this
my homies tend to think I get too high
I'm doing fine, now pass me the formaldahyde
the only thing that seems to help me cope 
is when i'm drunker than a motherfucker puffin' on the chronic smoke
and then I'm able to deal with the woes
the friends, the foes, the bitches, the hoes
I gotta gang of niggers, but none of them I'd fuck 
I gotta gang of bitches, but none of them I'd trust 
trust a bitch, nope, uh-uh, never
I'm havin' too much trouble tryin' to keep my damn self together
they got me by the balls 
so please, help me break these motherfucking...
(pause)
these motherfucking walls

verse two:

I scream, there's no one there to hear me cry
I guess its hard to scream to motherfuckers when you scream inside
I see my future and its coming in in plain view
I blame myself, but mommy dear I blame you
cause the world was fucked from the first 
and havin' me only made the matters worse
now look at what they did to me
that's some fucked up shit for a kid to see
motherfuckin' dealin' after dealin', killin' after killin'
I'm tryin' to check a million
the world's going straight to fuckin satan 
a fucking shank's about to blow my fuckin' brain

verse three:

shit, damn I'm dead 
I'm finally through hearing all these voices in my head
somebody finally got me 
I'm looking at my self outside of my fucking body 
so now I'm standing face to face
Mr. Scarface, versus Mr. Scarface
we were two different people from the start 
one nigga's too smart the other too fucking hard
we both refused to be outsmarted 
dearly departed, the battle's already started
fuck it, its on, I duck, I weave, connect, oh shit, I'm struck 
caugt me with the peircing lead
and realized to myself I shot my own fucking self
damn, suicide is quicker
I try to break the wall the wall keeps getting thicker
I really start to miss my mother 
I try to climb the wall, its higher than a motherfucker
I wondering what that sound is 
I'm having major trouble trying to walk around it 
there ain't no getting up I'm trapped
I really should've dropped my motherfucking strap
cause when I think about it now 
I shouldn't have tried to climb the motherfucker
(pause)
I should've broke the motherfucker down

f/ Lil' Jay

Ah -
It's jumpin off in H-Town, baby

He-he-he
Strictly for the funk lovers, give it to me

And we really want the whole world to see
How it goes..

We want your mind to blow, baby

..when you free your mind and let it float

Let me roooooooooooooll..
We want your mind to blooooow
Just let us hang with you

[ VERSE 1 ]
Hangin in the hood, just shootin the breeze
My partners on the cut smokin swisher sweets
Trippin on the hoochies rollin by in they rides
Guzzlin up a forty ounce of cold St. Ides
Jammin to a tape to my partner had made
'Growin' up in the Hood' bein mixed with Face
Swisher sweet's a killer, feelin nothin but nice
Reached in my pocket for the old school dice
Pulled out a knot and dropped the dice on the flo'
And asked my partner Mike what they hittin fo'
Pulled out a yard and said, "We bettin a dove"
Tee Lee Baby, show your partner some love
Kickin back fadin, put the flame to the joint
3-2, drop baby, 3-2's your point
Back in the do' with a fo' and a ace
Picked up his ends and waved the dice in my face
And then he hollered out "School house!"
Schooled em again, now d's come in ounce
And walked away from the crap game broke
But it ain't no thing, yo - just let a brother smoke

Let me roooooooooooooll..
We want your mind to blooooow
Just got some things to do

[ VERSE 2 ]
Back on the creep after losin some change
Seen my partner [Name], Big Chief and James
Creepin on the boulevard, actin a fool
Trippin on the broads at the old school
Music bumpin hard, never turnin it down
Trunk super tight with surround-by sound
Paint job crackin cause the punch ain't fade
Jammin that brand new 2Low tape
Windows all smokey, blowin coke-laced seed
I'm throwin up the deuce to the HPD
Now they lookin crazy like I sold the hay
Just another day in the heart of S.A.
Roll a little further there, I seen O.G.
With his brother named [Name], S.A. O.G.
They chopped up the hood, so I'm chunkin it back
And then they pulled out a $200 sack
When I saw it I almost choked
Twist your partner one, big baby, just let your partner smoke

Let me roooooooooooooll..
We want your mind to blooooow
We got some things to do

[ VERSE 3 ]
Smokin on some lovely, now I'm feelin fine
It's jumpin off at the 9.9
5th Ward in the house with the S.A. fools
Ain't no set trippin cause we all so cool
Drinkin up the bottle, gettin drunk as a skunk
That 151 just ain't no punk
Hit the stage and grabbed the mic and started flexin styles
A stage full of tight MC's goin buckwild
Now throw your hands in the air like that
On the wheels of steel is my homie Lonnie Mack
Gettin down on his own
Now I'm finna pass my partner Jay the microphone

[ Lil' Jay ]
Throw your hands in the air like that
Northside where you at, where you at, where you at?
Throw your hands in the air like that
Southside where you at, where you at, where you at?
Throw your hands in the air like that
Eastside where you at, where you at, where you at?
Throw your hands in the air like that
Westside where you at, where you at, where you at?

Let me roooooooooooooll..
We want your mind to blooooow
Let me roooooooooooooll..
We want your mind to blooooow
We got some things to do
Just let us hang with you
We some drink for you
My partner Jay's...

f/ DMG

[DMG]
Call me psychotive but I'm bad, nigga yo!
And I'ma do ya bad, black
And when I come, I'm bustin up niggas to hear me, black
Ya should of never let a nigga see
if there was niggas and bitches and bitches and niggas that hated me
Huh, I waited for my date to come-of-age
and now I'm of-age I can't escape the fuckin front page
So I guess that nigga D is up to hit again
I kicks the funky shit and coke, and stupid like I'm Gilligan
I'm P, supposed to hit a lick for a jack
The only thing I gained is the pain of niggas comin back
Nigga lookin for they shit, aggravated and pissed
Niggas they can't fuck with my clique
I'm here to break em off for chunk
A D-E-A-T-H-L-Y, a motherfuckin punk
And I be rollin with the brass
Don't answer with the ziggers in your hood, he break your neck to roll a
pass, nigga
Don't even stop to say 'Whattup?' cos I bust for the fuck
And pay some quick to light a motherfucker up
Next time you stop me on your block, I hope you leave the place
or be the next to meet the Lord face-to-face
Nigga, I ain't the one to take no bullshit
Cos see a nigga like the D is game to empty out the full clip
So when I come for ya, act like ya know
Sittin motherfuckin smooth to the curb but you don't hear do'

Chorus:

I'ma bring ya to ya asshole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me do'
(But you don't hear me do')
Bring ya to ya asshole (uh)
Do it like the G-to-O (yeah)
Bustin on that ass but still I see that you don't hear me do'

[DMG]
It's time to fuck em up, here it comes, BLAST, nigga!
Thump to your chest and they comin out your ass, nigga
I grew apart, livin my life as a criminal
Niggas G to kill but still I see that you don't hear me do'
So I'ma serve it to ya fat, hit the deck, mate
Hit the deck mate, call me Flipper when I checkmate
D-um divertin nine, Tre-9, full Glock, Glock
My Glock makin sounds and it don't stop
So nigga pass the swisha quick
and I'ma blaze til the motherfucker burn me off my fingertips
Cos, see a nigga gotta saty high
I try to smoke til I can't smoke and then I won't smoke
But still I got my fingers on my shit
and click, click, click, ya die, die, die, ya dead, bitch!
You tried to test the wrong nigga, be a tested
Straight from St.Paul but clockin G's down in Texas
Some think I'm talk cos I play it cool
but I ain't the average motherfucker, I do the shit that niggas won't do
Huh, like pistol whip a woodie for his bank
Then after that I gate and grab his bitch and do the same thang
And I will pain up the asshole
Collectin grips on my drips as I stroll but you don't hear me do'

Chorus

[DMG]
Ain't no mistakin what I'm bringin, you motherfuckers still ain't had
enough
So I'ma continue to break you off for proper ass chunk
May it be 9, may it be a gauge, may it be a shank
Any way you come I'm in your motherfuckin shit, mate!
Huh, a nigga bustin caps, smokin fires
quick to bring it to your ass and keep on goin til your ass die
And it ain't no runnin down dem backstreets
cos I got slugs to catch em with Carl Lewis on the track meet
Huh, and still you wanna test a nigga so
Audi 5, nigga, hate to see ya go but you don't hear me do'

Chorus

Yeah, check it!

[No lyrics]

[Scarface]
Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down
Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now
These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggas
Simply because these niggas got bank accounts that's bigger
I just can't get no peace from you motherfuckin rollers
Everytime I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over
I'm sick of motherfuckers who be jocking Whitey's coattails
Blacker than a motherfucker, sweat me 'bout my dope-sales
Niggas just take your cut and get your ass up out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a cock-sucking pistol case
Unless you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my shit
Just because you ain't got shit, bitch!
Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure
That they can fuck with a million dollar nigga
They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, shookin Indo
Gettin fucked up in the gank-hole
The only way you'll whip that motherfucker is when you whip that motherfucker
And we choke the motherfucker (Man, fuck that motherfucker!)
So when you hear my song and wanna get it on 
You better come prepared motherfucker, you dyin wit'cha boots on

[Chorus]
(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)
Dyin wit'cha boots on
(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)
Yeah

[Interlude: prison guard talking to inmate]
Guard: Do you know how many years you're facing inside?
25 to life and that's on the real
So you better snitch on your partner
Inmate: Fuck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself

[Scarface]
Niggas gettin caught, doin time, so they snitchin
They pickin niggas up on a funky ass suspicion
We'll be goin down for some questioning we think
And end up gettin hit with the fuckin kitchen sink
Racketeer and laundering, Kingpin wondering
If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them
Just because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter
We'll sell each other out, and start rattin' on our partners
They start bringin up shit that happened back in '85
And then comes the largest jury, bitch, they fuckin time!
You might as well play the state cause you gon' do day for day
And sellin out your homeboys ain't the shit
Cos y'all gonna have to die in this bitch, bitch!
Lobbin wit'cha white suits on
And dyin wit'cha motherfuckin boots on

(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

[No lyrics]

...It's a new day... ya know what I'm sayin'?

A new day, brings a new problem to a brother
and all I gots ta say is thank god for my mother
cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke
either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope
The lord he had a plan for me
and with his help, my mother made a man of me
didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in
taught me how to save my little dividends
so when I graduated I'd have a little school money
but in the sixth grade I wanted to be the school dummy
and flunked outta school with the flag pole
and left my mother dear at home with a sad soul
because my mother worked the fingers to the bone
cause we was alone, and me I bought a death home
My real pops he broke out with the style
so I respect my stepdad, for raisin' another nigga's child
So now we livin' comftable
taught me the game and how to be responsible
But back then I couldn't see it
I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin'
and ended up in a big fight
and told me not to come home until I got my shit right
So now I'm livin' in my grandma's home
my grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own
and keepin' me ain't no big deal
but now that I'm much older I see just how the shit feels
being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no
even though my grandfather just had a stroke
and now the money's low
and pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go
or either try to find a job so I can help out
I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get myself out
and when I get out I gotta try to pave the way
so my family can have a better place to stay
I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short
I can't cope, so now I'm slangin' dope
and now my granny knows I'm doin' wrong
she just prayin' for me heavily
take care of her grandson
and the lord must of heard her prayer
cause he made me get a grip
and got me on up outta there
I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya
you couldn't have told me nothin' back then
but now I feel ya...


I'm eighteen, and now I'm havin' big fun
my baby's mother just had my first son
May eleven, I never will forget the day
A star's born, let's name him little Scarface
My first born and yo I'm a proud father
I gotta son, I gots ta be my son's father
and sellin dope ain't the way that I can get ahead
but what the hell, I gots ta keep my baby fed
I buy him milk, and pampers tryin ta do my part
and he's my son, I gots ta try to make him hard
I buy him clothes, and jewellry not the Tonka toys
because the Tonka toys will only punk my boy
and I don't want my son to look at life
through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like
but yet and still I let my son be a kid
just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did
So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate
the game I gave him way back when he used to roller skate
and now my son is four years old
I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role
because these years he'll remember most
so it's all about little Marcus and me becomin' close
but I got a buncha obstacles
if it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle
Now everybody's got my baby
wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy
"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?"
I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do
because my mother knows the real deal
all these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal
So now we in and outta cope
tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support
Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me
now eveybody knows, that she was just fakin' G
Come to find out, the girl never had me
she's the baby's mother but me I ain't the baby's daddy
and biological tests can prove
you gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude
but now I finally got a real daughter
no need for the testin'
I know that I'm the baby's father
I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya
you couldn't have told me nothin' back then
but now I feel ya...

I feel ya...


Now I'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life
It's nineteen ninety-three, I put away my pocket knife
and got a bigger stick to fight with
I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick
because we livin' in a concentration set
and everyday, we face to face with death
I seen my homies go and come
and judgement day is just somethin we can't run from
so I know my number's comin' up
so I gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up
and even though I hate killin' off my own kind
I gotta be a man and as a man I'm a defend mine
My brother corners tryin to keep the neighbourhood at peace
don't fight each other, we gots ta stand and fight the beast
so united we stand but we gonna fall quick
because we always tryin to take another brother's shit
and the cops is in the same vote
just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope
They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods
they shot my long time partner Rudy in cold blood
and now the story's all twisted up
and if they gave the cop the chair
I really wouldn't give a fuck
because she left my partner's family with memories
and after hearin' this I know you don't remember me
but yet in still I find it hard for me to stay in touch
I see his parents and then I started breakin' up
because I know what you did was wrong
but you won't realize until you dead and gone
It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning
you straight up shot him from behind
but all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back
you give a gat to a black he don't know how to act
but you gotta tell your story to the judge
not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves
and if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness
then in reality you took care of your business
but regardless I know you wanna kill me
but I ain't goin' out like dat
Ya feel me?

...yeah

f/ 2Low

[ 2Low ]
You can call me T double o to the L-o-double - yo
I'm 2Low, that funky little niggaroe
Comin back with a brand new cut
And you can new jack swing on MY nuts
Cause I got the shit so tight
A young nigga doin damage to the mic (you sho' right)
I'm 13, but I ain't dumb
So bring it on if you muthafuckas want some
Cover your dome because it's on once again
And I'm a young nigga that's known to win
I got my street sense from these muthafuckin streets, bitch
And I'm comin real, cause I ain't fuckin with that weak shit
Pass me the joint and let me kick it for the old folks
All the O.G.'s back in the hood that once sold dope
Jammin ??? I'm leavin on the next train
Runnin the game, so when I'm gone I be set, mayn
Got a bank account, so I can stack some g's
And have nice things like Cutlass on d's
Fresh candy paint, chicken shit live
And fuckin with this whip before I'm old enough to drive
My teacher can't stand me cause I give him no respect
I ain't sayin "M'am, yes M'am" until you're signin me a check
So you can miss me with that muthafuckin bum shit
I'm gettin paid makin maze, fuck the dumb shit
You ain't my mother and I ain't your fuckin son
So in reality, bitch, you gets none
I'm gettin busy on this muthafuckin track for ya
Funky - cause I'm the funky little nigga

(Nigga, nigga)
Cause I'm the funky little - nigga
(Nigga, nigga)
He-he-he
Cause I 'm a funky little nigga
(Nigga, nigga)

(Nigga, nigga)

[ 2Low ]
Here we go once again with the real shit
Throw your hands in the air if you can feel this
I bring styles after styles after styles, dukes
I can't be faded with the shit, cause I'm a young troop
I sport them Nikes, not the Reeboks or K-Swiss
And while I'm on the subject of feet, let me say this
I kick ass like I'm Bruise Lot
And let me squash this shit: real niggas do die
Give it to me, baby, let me show you what that Deuce like
Let me hit the swisher and let me show you what my juice like
Rippin up shit in '93 like a chainsaw
Makin niggas say, "Goddamn, that little nigga raw!"
And I can square the shit off right
I'm straight from ?Warm Cloth? where these niggas don't fist-fight
They got they muthafuckin pistols shootin shit up
Tust enough to get your punk ass lit up
It's not about the set I claim, cause I don't bang
I'm just a nigga from the hood who let his nuts hang
And I can give a muthafuck about a nigga if he's bigger
I'm 2Low, biatch, the funky little nigga

(Nigga, nigga)
He-he-he
[ Scarface ]
You'se the funky little what?
[ 2Low ]
The funky little - nigga
(Nigga, nigga)
[ Scarface ]
You'se a funky little nigga
(Nigga, nigga)
He-he
[ 2Low ]
The funky little nigga
(Nigga, nigga)

[ Scarface ]
Let me see if you can fuck with this since you're so funky
Where is Cedric?
Where is Cedric?
[ 2Low ]
Here I am
Here I am
[ Scarface ]
How are you today, Sir?
[ 2Low ]
Very high, I thank you
[ Scarface ]
Smoke one, fool
[ 2Low ]
You smoke one, fool

[ Scarface, (2Low) ]
Well, it's Face kickin shit with the funky little nigga
(I'm the funky little nigga and I'm steady gettin bigger)
Pass the killer, little nigga, let me hit me some dank
(Pass the bottle, muthafucka, let me hit me some drank)
I passed the forty to my partner, now he's ready to roll
(Crank it up, damn fool, cause I'm ready to go)
I be the Face (I be the Low) and we the real deal
Knockin niggas on they ass like we Evander Holyfield
(Fuckin up the beat is what I'm known for)
And the funky little nigga is who this muthafuckin song's for
Once upon a time there lived Lucky
Lucky got fucked because Lucky tried to fuck me
(Tried to fuck you how?) Hey yo, I gave the boy some shit
He came up short, then he got his ass sidekicked
Had to cut him up like a tractor
Pick-pick-pick muthafucka, I holler atcha
(But you ain't gotta fuck with that snow no mo')
Why you say that, Low? (Cause I'm the funky little niggaroe)

I couldn't hear you
You'se the funky little what?
(I'm the funky little - nigga)

(Nigga, nigga)
I'm the funky little - nigga
(Nigga, nigga)
(Nigga, nigga)

(All I have in this world)
--> Tony 'Scarface' Montana 
[ continues through intro ]

Hey
Shit
Yeah nigga, that's
That - that - that
This - this is some - ehm
What we gon' call this one here?
Fuck it
Let's call it - ehm
Some - some
Some old school Scarface freestylin
Youknowmsayin?
Yeah

Aaaaah shit!
I'm finna freestyle in this bitch
He-yeah
Huh youknowmsayin?
Check it out

[ VERSE 1 ]
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn
But now I'm up against some mo' shit
Because the five-o's done jumped in my face with some hoe shit
Tried to mix a nigga up in a homicide
Said I shot a muthafucka in his mama's ride
I ain't the nigga in the trench coat
I don't push rocks on the block, I deal the big dope
I ain't the nigga on the mic that done said he quit
But I be damned if I get popped for some petty shit
That's why I move the real chickens
So if I'm goin down, I'm comin home on a meal ticket
Cause in this game you can't bar shit
Do your dirt on the cool, so they can't say they saw shit
So when them muthafuckas step up with that he-say
You can tell em hoes to hit the freeway
Cause I ain't touchin shit with my own hands
I leave the dirt to be done by the next man
And count my money when they push it off
I wonder if the dope game is still bein good to y'all
Cause in the past four years, yo
I done clocked more cash sellin dope than them white folks
That's the reason why they upset
And always tryin to mix a nigga up in some fuck shit
But I'm a killer comin atcha
Mr. Scarface Part III, nigga, The Final Chapter

He-he-he
Just freestylin in the studio, though

Where is Scarface?
Where is Scarface?
(Here I am
Here I am)
How much do you make, Sir?
(I don't -
Man, what the fuck is you talkin bout how much I make?!)
Ha-ha-ha..
(Fuck you!)

[ VERSE 2 ]
I'm in the South Park, peepin out the territory
Finna set up shop just like in every story
So I'm rentin out the backside
And let them niggas do they work, and me, I'm kickin back, right?
And layin low in the next section
Got a fully automatic M-11 for my protection
Everything is goin smooth as planned
I gots to try to fool the man
Cause if I'm caught, I'm doin 10 flat
So I'm gettin it while the gettin's good, nigga, fuck that
Cause if I fall short, nigga, then I'm ass out
And then we'll see what the judge try to pass out
I see some niggas we competin with
It's goin down tonight in the village, and I can see this shit
So I'm on the telephone callin up the squad
"Get your shit together, nigga, we finna mob"
Before I hung up the phone, niggas was lettin loose
I grabbed my shit and tried to find my bullet-proof
But fuck it, niggas, ain't goin for the chit-chat
They startin off with a headshot
So if I gotta die, then I gotta die, nigga
And when I fall on my ass, don't ask me why, nigga
It was just my time and the man came to get me
Fuck it - plus a bullet hit me
A straight niggaroe subtractor
Mr. Scarface Part III, muthafucka, The Final Chapter

The final chapter for real
(All I have in this world..)
Yep
He-he
I gotta - ehm
Shit, I guess I better talk about a broad then, huh?
Before I close this muthafucka off, right?
Check it out

[ VERSE 3 ]
Later on, all alone, sat around the house layin low
Waitin for these niggas to jump so I can buck a hoe
And just like I expected
A bitch came by in a gee wantin to get naked
Now shit's gettin hectic
The situation's lookin grim, so yo, I gots to check it
Clean those traps, all the other shit
I'm fuckin one hoe, and in comes another bitch
So now I'm jackbonin two hoes
Who's the nigga in the Kamurshol? Fuck, nigga, who knows?
She musta knew the bitch that I was fuckin with
And plus I'm strapped and she was suckin dick
Up and down with a smooth stroke
Takin 9 inches of this dick like a deep throat
The other bitch was involved in masturbation
Oh shit - now I'm ejaculatin
I let loose and they was fightin for the white shit
I got a rubber tryin to make my pipe fit
I finally made the cock crack
The bitch pulled a .330 and shoved it up my back
Then some niggas came out with a chainsaw
And tried to hack my muthafuckin brains off
These bitches set me up, y'all
Pussy - a nigga's quickest downfall
I couldn't do shit except take it like a man
But if I live, it's on again
But I wanted a quick piece
So I put down my piece and end up put down, deceased
She put the rifle to my muthafuckin head
Mr. Scarface is - naw, fuck that shit..

Ah-ha-ha
Youknowmsayin?
Punch the beat in

Old McDonald had a farm
Ee-eye-ee-eye - my dick

(Is he dead?)

[ VERSE 1 ]
You can run but you can't hide, I find ya
Just when you think the shit is over, I'm standin right behind ya
You crossed the wrong muthafucka, now you paranoid
Cause I'm a nigga these niggas just can't destroy
I'm on the hunt, so keep your shit low
But yo, I'm kinda slackin up, I shoulda killed you from the get-go
Nigga, but this is it
We coulda talked it out like players, but now I'm on some gangsta shit
What possessed this muthafucka to try to punk me?
What possessed this muthafucka to tell me fuck me?
Guess he thinks that I'm a light weight
Hey yo, your shit's fucked up, so let me help you get your life straight
Cause niggas get they ass dunked
For fuckin with me, I ain't no muthafuckin punk
Punk, I got some good hands, but I prefer my gat
Now where you at, cause I'ma slit your Kool-Aid pack
See, niggas got it all wrong
Some niggas fake the gangsta shit, so niggas think we all songs
They come up to a muthafucka jokin, mayn
They wanna test a muthafucka's boxing game
That's when they get they ass trunked
Cause when you're fuckin with me, I'ma tear this muthafucka up
You're fuckin with a dread
You're takin 2 to your head, I'm comin fed
(Is he dead?) Yeah, he dead

"It had to be a murder"
"Cause I'm a fuckin killer by nature"
"It had to be a murder"
"I looked him in the eye -
Then I shot him in his face"

[ VERSE 2 ]
See, niggas make mistakes, black
They shoot, but they don't shoot to kill, so muthafuckas stray back
But I nip it at the bud
Because I'm not down for dyin, muthafucka, so I go for blood
And let em know I'm on some real shit
Not with these fake muthafuckas on the team who won't kill shit
I scream it like I mean it
I mean it like I scream it, cause, niggas, I done seen it
Muthafuckas with the false nuts
Come with the static and they get they funky ass shot the fuck up
So I give they ass a big blast
Instead of turnin the other cheek, I get dead up in this bitch ass
Cause yo, this shit is real life
I'd rather be piped up in a box than be runnin from a steel knife
So once I put your ass in the red
I'm goin for the head
Just makin sure you're dead

"Always look a man in the eye before you kill him"
"It had to be a murder"
"Always look a man in the eye before you kill him"
"It had to be a murder"
"Always look a man in the eye before you kill him"
"It had to be a murder"
"Always look a man in the eye before you kill him"
"You're dyin, hoe, and can't nothin save ya"

[ VERSE 3 ]
It's over, I'm smokin on some sweet leaf
Ready to put my dick up in this bitch named Charisse cheeks
A dick-sucker's nightmare
I'm wantin some action, so I'm rollin through your hood and I be right there
I blew my horn cause I don't knock
The only thing that's on my mind is fuckin this bitch and puttin her ass out
But yo, this shit is breakin up
She's tellin homie she don't wanna fuck, so homie loc is breakin up
It just so happened homie see my low
And now he's madder than a muthafucka, 'specially when he see me blown
And now he's got some beef, too
But yo, I ain't gon' squab my partner over this freak, du
So I cut the shit quick
And said, "Yo, we ain't gon' have to come to ???? over this freak bitch
If you want her, you can have her
Because I got what I wanted, she sucked my dick, so, money, you can stab her"
But I said this to myself up
If I told homie I fucked his gal, then homie nut the fuck up
So I kept it on the down-low
And just laid back and watched the fuckin reaction of this clown hoe
But this nigga is a real trick
He's talkin shit and wantin to jump off into some ill shit
So I told him fuck him
And if he came a little closer, then I would have to buck him
He came a little closer, so I gave him one
( *shot*) And left the muthafucka stunned
And right before I mobbed
I gave him one more for the road, just to finish the fuckin job
So off with your head, bitch
Cause I don't fuck around with that 'return from the dead' shit
I'm makin sure I get you good
And if you twitchin like you still alive, homie loc, I wish you would
Cause that just gives me one more reason
To grab the trigger of this muthafuckin pistol and continue squeezin
I don't believe in second ghosts
You only get one chance, and if you slip, then yo ass is smoked
Some niggas say they feelin this
But niggas ain't real with this
Cause niggaroes ain't killin shit
But yo, I guess it's dead
And I be givin you 2 to your muthafuckin head
Makin sure you're dead

"Always look a man in the eye before you kill him
Cause I'm a fuckin killer by nature"

This is goin out to
All those fake muthafuckas
I ain't gonna say no names

"Always look a man in the eye before you kill him
Cause I'm a fuckin killer by nature"
"Always look a man in the eye before you kill him"
"It had to be a murder"
"Always look a man in the eye before you kill him"
"You're dyin, hoe, and can't nothin save ya"

They try to take advantage of a nigga cause I'm black
They lookin' at me strange so I'm lookin' at they ass back
I got a little problem so I'm writin' you a note
A letter to the KKK from the black folks
I'm tryin' to get it on, tryin' to check the grip
and there goes officer cracker tryin' to sink my fucken battleship
Turnin' on his flashers, callin' up the dogs
now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs
Snatchin' out my seats, tellin' me I sell dope
am I on probation or parole? I tell 'em fuck no!
Tell me mister officer, what's the problem?
what's the matter?
Why you gotta treat us like scum? Is it that a
nigga's doin' a tad bit better than you?
and brutality is all that you crackers can do
and mark me up for resistin' yo ass
when in reality officer friendly kicked my ass, damn!
You overflex your authority too
Put your foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boot
So I can run it in reverse
you can treat me like god, and I can treat you like dirt!
The 22 years I been here I saw
motherfuckers disrespect god before they disrespect the law
but yo I gots ta diss 'em
cuz I refuse to be mislead by this ungodly system
mister president I beatin' on yo back do'
I make yo mind doin' rap but I'm black doe... nigga

"We are United States of America. You honestly believe 
just because you wear bags that means you care? 
You have the right to abuse and treat my people like
they're animals on the street? I'll be damned you're
bloods will flow with the hands of the black man
in the same streets that you killed me and my brothers in."

Mister mister officer, mister officer, mister sergeant
Just because I'm young and I'm black I'm a target?
You say I'm sellin' dope but you fake
cuz young dope dealers flash cash and make mistakes
and besides we ain't dealin' no mo'
look at my hood, we ain't killin' no mo' so
everybody's yellin' peace
The only war that's goin' on is goin' on with the police
cuz they ain't stoppin' with the bullshit
If they could they'd lock us up with some chains and swing a bull whip
cuz they figure they're the master
and they can take you to jail or take your lifes
them sorry bastards
That makes me wonder why
the five-o can determine if we live or if a nigga dies
and to me that shit is bull
only god can take life but I still gotta watch the law
It's bad enough I watch the next G
but even worse I gots ta watch the motherfuckers who protect me
They fucken packin gats yo
They serve and protect, they don't respect cuz I'm black hoe

"Every black man that is a car jacker will start jackin'
police cars and watch jaw brains shad on the dashboard.
Why when you pull us over you show us your pistols before
you aks us for our drivers license? Somethin' is not right!"

Rollin through my hood in my motherfuckin' dropper
Gettin' tailgated by a motherfuckin' copper
But I ain't got respect for you motherfuckin' dickheads
cuz y'all was straight hoes back in school nerdy shitheads
I finally figured out why you bitches roll in packs
cuz niggas who ain't shit talk loud and pack gats
You got a fucken pistol, now you think you're a VIP man
but you can get cut becuase you'd be just like the next man
Holdin' me for nothin'
Runnin' my fucken license plates
My plates come clean
You call the DEA
The DEA
says I'm a known drug dealer
straight born killer
a motherfuckin' wig splitter
He don't know shit about a nigga but I'm black
As far as he's concerned all niggas push crack
and plus I'm 22, that really makes 'em check
a drop-top Benz, Lexus Coupe, no respect
I gotta be doin' long I'm hidin' somethin' from the demons
He gotta be stringin' yale, let's play someone that's pregnant
cuz niggas can't have shit but I'm a motherfuckin' troop
You come to us like Luke
Undercover David Duke
Mister David Duke
Mister officer
Mister mister master
I'm pickin' out your coffin sir
Die motherfuckers, I'll send your folks my worst
a breast of pig in a motherfuckin' hearse
So fuck you motherfuckers, punk bitches take that
cuz I'm real with the shit that I speak cuz I...

(Outro) 

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