Scarface Album

[No lyrics]

(feat. Papa Reu)

[Scarface:]
I'm representin fo' my niggaz on lock, doin time for that he-say
She-say, layin niggaz down on the freeway
Believe me, they need me, cause all these mouse-ass niggaz
Comin home too long before they release date
He facin twenty-five years fed time
And he ain't never seen a day in that thang, he bustin head time
Let's keep it real, I got the documents to prove
That youse a snitchin-ass nigga tryin to hide behind your music
You hit the highway, got money the fly way
You phony, youse a hoe-ass nigga that's what I say
And you can quote this and niggaz wanna touch you
Last album I was "Made" this album the motherfucker so
All you niggaz wanna plot against the mob
Since you wanna make it hot I'm fin' to, adjust your knob
I'm high powered

[Chorus: Papa Rue]
Beep beep goes the sound of my cellular
It's the life of a hustler
You know we livin in danger
And dem I treat just like strangers

[Scarface:]
Real nigga he don't talk about it he be about it, cause he a G about it
I got a problem with a nigga I go squeeze him out
And what the fuck am I gon' talk to the police about?
I'm from the streets doin the type of shit you read about
I got chrome 45's under pressure, and in the dresser
And now you're froze on the stretcher
You wanted trouble, I wouldn't settle for lesser
I'm the devil in the flesh, my pistol is my protector
See my reflection as it fades into black
When I reappear on a nigga it's a ragin attack yeah
And I solemnly swear, any problem I have
I just empty the clip and him callin {? } square
That's on my life because I represent the mob
Since you niggaz want that heat I'm bouts to, turn up the knob
To high power

[Chorus]

[Scarface:]
Bitch nigga you just a dead man walkin, one foot is inside the grave
The other one is in a closed-top coffin
You're still talkin, like you the O.G.
When you was locked down though, you was low-key
Them niggaz told me that they had you in there
And the locals you was workin with the boys in there
And even had the nerve to go and try to talk to the streets
Thinkin that they'd embrace a marked-as-police
And then you tried to sue a nigga, but it got back to a nigga
And when I see him I'm a do the nigga
So skip that funky-ass deposition fool
Since you wanna crank it up, then that's what I'm about to do
To high power

{"I know they miss yoooooou..." - Billy Paul}

[Chorus: sampled from Billy Paul's "JUst a Prisoner"]
It seems like every-BODY, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me..
Will I ever, ever, EVER, be free?
Huh, uh, HUH?

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1ne]
Just when they thought it was safe
I picked up the phone and called it a day
I bought a new car, caught a new case - fuck it
The harder I walk, the ground shall shake
Stompin, the harder I march, the ground will break
I am, groundbreakin, like an earthquake, heh-heh
Yeah, I run this shit, but I'll tackle it
You want me to break it down, I'ma fracture it
My mind is wanderin, I can't find it
But ten times outta ten, my mind on the mon-ey
Bandana around my head like I know karate
And I'll wax a nigga's ass like Mister Miyagi
And it ain't over 'til the fat lady sang
And that bitch got a whole lot more weight to gain
And call me by my new name
(...What is that?) featuring Lil Wayne

"It seems like every-BODY, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me..
Will I ever, ever, ever, be free?
Huh, uh, HUH"

(My nigga, featuring Lil Wayne..
Came here to fuck with me tonight, shwaty)

[Scarface - Verse 2wo]
I am as, real as they come as hard as they get
They go to talkin off the wall I put a par' in they shit
I'm the o-riginal gangsta, I'll tell you how I do it
I take niggaz from the jump when they step to me with that bullshit
I am a fool, bitch, a native H-Town from the south side of Houston
You're tuned to the sounds of a nigga, who don't give a fuck
'casue one way or the other
I'm gon' still get mine, play the game, motherfucker
The truth is in the building and I came tonight
And I done sold so many records, change my name to life
'cause I can breathe into the hood, make it feel my pain
And even though they try to change me, I remain the same
And even if I did have that chrome-plated grill on my shit
I come from out the motherfuckin bricks
Now, never forget, where I come from, son
I'm respected in these motherfuckin streets I run
I'm Face

"It seems like every-BODY, everybody, everybody
Everybody forgotten about me..
Will I ever, ever, ever, be free?
Huh, uh, HUH"

(MY, NIGGA)

[Bun B - Verse 3hree]
It's Bun B, the nigga Mr. Swisher, and Mr. Flows
Mr. Brick, Mr. Killer Grams Nigga, Mr. 'BOWS
Mr. Slab, Mr. Candy Paint, nigga Mr. Dough
and Mr. Eighty-fo', hatin hoe, we think yo' sister know
When I hits the do', motherfuckers drop and kiss the flo'
Light bulb flow, I glass shatter, transistors blow
I'm the shit fo' sho! Roll wit it, bitch or {?} worm
I'm hot in this heat, a head shot'll keep your perm burned
It's my turn, I earn stripes and paid dues so
Don't be surprised if I'm in a trap or own a new show
I don't TRY snitch, sneak diss or even backdo'
Balla block, a short stop or drop down in Fat, hoe
(What!) I don't keep it a hunnid (huh), I keep it a thousand
I'm hood, so I rep the hood, direct from the public housing
(Manye!) I got it crunk like Obama in a 'Fesco
Nuttin less than the best, hoe
Nigga, let's go it's U..

"It seems like every-BODY, everybody, everybody (muthafuckin G..)
Everybody forgotten about me.. (K, fo' LIFE!)
Will I ever, ever, ever, be free? (Long Live the Pimp!)
Huh, uh, HUH"

[Scarface]
These are the last days, settle in
Look at the turmoil our kids left the ghetto in
They bustin metal and, ain't got remorse for the innocent
It's just another nigga in the morgue
My momma's pregnant with a son she should abort
Cause she ain't knowin what I'm fin' to be facin is nothin short
of a, racially motivated killin cause them boys
see a nigga as only a third of a human, {?}
Every time I see a cracker with a badge, I'm in awe
Cause I'm knowin how he feel, and I'm just bein real
I don't hate and I don't preach it ain't no motherfuckin secret
We ain't first class citizens, and we ain't second either
Need to, get up and get out, and cut that bullshit out
Nigga get yo' own you strugglin at this bitch house
The lack of makin money make a motherfucker bend
If you'd rather me than you die in the end, again and again

[Chorus: Bilal]
I made it over to dry land
but still wound up sinkin in quicksand
I'm tryin Lord, I just can't get right
Paid the bills on Monday
Even went to church on Sunday
But I, but I, but I just can't get right

[Scarface]
I lay in bed lookin up at the ceiling
as the fan turns in a circle, thinkin 'bout my evil
Seein end on my TV, bombs in the skies
over Baghdad they fight but they don't know why
What they said about Hussein, was a God damn lie
Raised a war against a religion for oil, don't lie
I seen, kids from the hood livin like they gon' die
with the mindset of be broke or let's go get high
With the people livin so crazy how we gon' get by
Gasoline five dolars, how the fuck we gon' drive?
Can't afford to fill our prescriptions so we all gon' die
CVS is slangin dope on every block worldwide
Since, spies up and had the dope game on fine
Then it's only right for one nigga to go get mine huh
If they injured how they gon' survive?
If they stuck at the bottom how the fuck they gon' ride?

[Chorus]

[Scarface]
Ain't life a muh'fucker, first you think you got it, then it
all falls apart in front your eyes, try to stop it, but it's
part of the plan that was written by the man
Got me down on my knees and my hands, prayin
Forgive me Lord, thank the Lord I'm alive
Cause I'm knowin deep down I coulda died
I shed so many tears lost so many peers
In the grave or the penitentiary facin 20 years
Pourin beers on the corner, cause Frankie told me {?} lonely
I was high livin blind to the fact that they sold us out
America the Beautiful, there's a funeral
on every day of the month, tryin to get our knees up
Huh, it's another chance under these circumstances
My people ain't advancin, but if we pray
Maybe we'll get to live our life in the sun
'stead of livin on the blocks dyin young, here I come

(feat. Shateish)

[Verse 1: Scarface]
Up early in the morning,
Waken by the sound of my cell phone,
Donny hathaway singing on the ringtone.
Was a homie that I went to school with,
Tellin me life wasn't shit to fool with.
These young niggas steady dyin' over dumb shit,
Fast money for your soul,
Now your done with.
You hear the gun click.
[gunshot]
Blood stains on the walls and carpet,
Pain and the hardships
Of a father identifyin' his child
From a photo of the plan,
With his brains blown out now.
Let's rewind to where it all took place,
Started off in math class early that day.
Hey! It's high school,
And everybodys tryin to earn a rep
And he gone gun shot a homie to death.
The impossible is happenin,
Children are left to make decisions.
Do ya let 'em die or kill them urself?

[Chorus: Shateish]
As I look at my life...
Remembering where I've been.
I may not have been here.
Cuda been in the gutter,
Drowning in my tears.

I remember how hard it is on the block. (Yeahhhh)
Everytime you turn around somebody got shot...

Oooooh,
But I'm still here.
I'm still here.

[Verse 2:]
Another homie got murdered in the dope house,
Ass pocket full of money,
Chillin' gettin' smoked out.
Two shots hit him in his face when he blast it,
Frame pictured,
And it's closed casket.
This is so tragic.
I see death on every block I turn,
It's just not my turn.
Live the same lifestyle,
Cash money to burn.
Weed blowin' steady slippin' in the darkest term.
When it feels like real life,
Knowin' is next.
Rep to take it,
Be the last left,
Humble yourself.
In slow-mo you see your wholse life flashin'
That second from the beginning,
Back to the end and that lesson
Is nothin short of what a nigga expect.
Livin' life like this,
This is duly respect.
And I refuse to give debt.

[Chorus:]
As I look at my life...
Remembering where I've been.
I may not have been here.
Cuda been in the gutter,
Drowning in my tears.

I remember how hard it is on the block. (Yeahhhh)
Everytime you turn around somebody got shot...

Oooooh,
But I'm still here.
I'm still here.

[Verse 3:]
Yeah I remember,
We tatted are names on our arms for fun.
Writin rest in piece for the dead and gone.
That's just me,
And I ain't the one to stunt,
But seems like I'm losing somebody every other month.
That's why I walk through the hood
Tryin' talk to the hood,
But some niggas is lost in the hood.
And we blind to that fact,
That we actin' like they wanted us to act.
White man versus black.
Reason I ain't vote for my iraqs 'cause I love 'em.
They gonna want him hanged after that.
In god we trust,
What? (what?)
Money or the life of a soldier
Sent to die in the war in a fight,
That never should took place.
Mary K-K-K
Used to be a great place (great place),
Now I guess we save face (save face).
John McCain hates niggas, (hates niggas)
On Martin Lutha King day. (hahahahaha)
Go Figure.

[Chorus:]
As I look at my life...
Remembering where I've been.
I may not have been here.
Cuda been in the gutter,
Drowning in my tears.

I remember how hard it is on the block. (Yeahhhh)
Everytime you turn around somebody got shot...

Oooooh,
But I'm still here.
I'm still here.

[Scarface:]
It's danger in the streets these days
Man how the fuck am I gon' keep me paid?
Believe me mayne; if I got to die I got to go
This was all never sure cause danger life I know
It was all about the diamond chains, or the ride and bank
Smoke and listen to the Isleys sang
Would I ride the same? Dawg, probably not
Laid back reminiscin on the times I shot
Dare all motherfuckers trippin in them parkin lots
If it was war niggaz wanted it was war they got
I'm a nigga, a real nigga, a quick thanker
That would hesitate to aim and see the chamber
Discharge the cartridges that the hollow-point came from
You can hide but you cain't run
Yeah, and he just started what can not be stopped
And fucked up cause you were thinkin you could not be got

[Chorus: x2]
This is not a game
Niggaz want a lifestyle with finer thangs
Hustlin to come up on these diamond chains, diamond rangs
Runnin on the daily out here tryin to slang

[Scarface:]
Now analyzin all the wrong I've done
I'm surprised I ain't dead I guess the good die young
I put a hole in a nigga head, fuck why run
From a lazy motherfucker cause he flashed his gun
We ain't cut from the same shit, nigga I'm a shooter
If I show I got a pistol best believe I'm a shoot a
Stupid motherfucker down, shoot a motherfucker down
Chalk his ass in the dirt with a bullet in his mouth
And I won't lose sleep cause when it come time for me to pay the piper
Fuck it, I've been tryin to meet
Yeah~! So please believe that when it's time to show
I'll be ready with my arms crossed, dyin to go
And I won't shed tears, I'm respected here
And you won't hear things you'd expect to hear
I rejected fear; and I don't wanna be another second here
But the question is, is he lettin me live?

[Chorus]

[Scarface:]
Right here the pros and cons
Cause life's way deeper than the frozen arm
They might streetsweep you if you're holdin on
My Sunday School teacher taught us Job in songs, another soul is gone
She couldn't have told me shit
Cause all I wanna do right here is fold me grip
And she talks to me in codes and all I know is bricks
Learn how to rock me up an O I coulda sold for six, instead she sold me tricks
So now I plead my case
The cops all on me tryin to bleed my safe
My pops all on me tryin to squeeze my face
But I'm not gon' squeal so I'm a need my space, back up I need my space
Momma ain't raised no rat
The word got back and niggaz paid for that
Yo' ass got served and never made it back
Your ass had birds a nigga laid you flat, and then he raid your stack
That's how the game is played

[Chorus]

(feat. K-Rino, Slim Thug)

Huh

[Verse 1: Scarface]
You see a nigga with his game tight, money with a name like
'Face (Face Mob), havin his way, the homie did his thing, right?
You just a peon, the type of bitch I'd pee on
High sidin a nigga, rollin in a Neon, now what the fuck was she on?
I'm "Prime Time" bitch like Deion (yeah)
I Spinks on a ho like Leon
And you are just a castaway, so get your ass away
Instead of fuckin you, I'd masturbate
I shouldn't of had to wait, I think you blew your big chance
You rejected when I asked about the eighth grade dance
Now I'm big time, like my homeboy Randy
Plus I'm pushin a Porsche with drop top panties
It's just like candy but I ain't hammy
Yo ho, so yo, ass can't hand me
Shit, fuck your cell phone bitch, you can keep that
Broke, you ain't know a motherfucker, where was she at?

[Chorus: Female]
I think I remember you, from way back when, but how can I be sure?
That's so long ago and since then we both have grown
But look at you, you're amazin
What's so, crazy, I know how niggaz do
'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are

[Verse 2: K-Rino]
Listen, in high school with the females, I was rarely selected
I got rejected by the ones the damn nerds rejected
If I wore a shirt Monday, this is true, I ain't lyin
By the end of the week you probably saw it two more times
I was discouraged by the microscopic size of my bank
But stayed constantly motivated to rise in the ranks
I used to be a bottom feeder, lowest man on the totem
But I showed a mass like the transit sit on my scrotum
Gettin fed by my music and it's all clean work
And the used to be prom queen is a Walgreens clerk
I would dream about bein with ya, wantin to kiss on ya
Now I let my damn bladder bust before I piss on ya
Me and 'face second to none, makin records for fun
You thirty-seven at the strip club gettin naked for ones
But I ain't trippin, you can hit the room with me, it's fine
And when I bust one on her chin, I'm like "clean up on aisle nine! "
(yeah)

[Chorus: Unknown Female]
I think I remember you, from way back when, but how can I be sure?
That's so long ago and since then we both have grown
But look at you, you're amazin
What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do
'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are

[Verse 3: Slim Thug]
Thugga, huh
A (Bitch Ain't) never been (Shit) to me
I've been screamin that since "Chronic" popped back in '93
Back when I was broke in the hood on my ass
I couldn't get away when the bitch drove past
Now a nigga seein cash so fast, things change
Same bitch askin for a ride in the Range
Lookin at a nigga strange, 'cause I ain't tryin to entertain
Conversation about her becomin my main
I'm like "bitch, you must of fell and bump your brain
And think you fuckin with a lame, nope not me mayne
I ain't got shit for ya, matter fact, I don't know ya
That's all I'm a show ya, 'cause that's all a nigga owe ya
Used to be fine, big titties and behind
Had a few kids, now your belly bigger than mine
Stomach lookin like you had a fight with a lion
I ain't fuckin with you bitch, move around"

[Chorus: Female]
I think I remember you, from way back when, but how can I be sure?
That's so long ago and since then we both have grown
But look at you, you're amazin
What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do
'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are (they are, they are...)

[Young Malice:]
Where I'm from?
Killers go dumb
Usually deatch is the outcome
Welcome to the jungle
Where kidnappers hunt you
The streets they really want you
Serious
No smile on this block gives answers gets per curious
Good times disappears quickly back into a mist
Shoot I hardly ever miss
That means I'm accurate
Crack the pitch
Then pretty soon I have to switch
Scratching the itch with paper cuts on my index
The real riders shoot up blocks and screams "who next? "
Like my nigga 2-Tech he totes 2-techs.
It been a beef before in Houston they called it "plex"
They got to know the protocol
I'm warning y'all
It gets deep
So deep the prison guards will put you to sleep
Rest eternally
No coming back
You OD'd
Overdose
This neighborhood got me comatose
Back up against the wall another statistic I know

[Chorus: Z-Ro]
The streets always been my daddy
And mommy is the colleges
I'm a soldier and I'm about my mail
If I get busted I'm not about to tell
Because I'm a gangster
The streets always been my daddy
And mommy is the colleges
I'm a solider and I'm about my mail
I ain't trying to do right because I'm already living in hell
Because I'm a gangster

[Will Hen:]
The gas prices are too high
Pay raises too low
I'm better off in the game flippin kicks like Judo
Or out somewhere pimpin getting money by the two hoes
That's why I'm in the lab with The Product spittin new flows
Feds watchin my hood entirely too much gunplay
Neighborhood basketball star slained last Monday
Raided the neighborhood kingpin last Tuesday
If this was going on in your neighborhood what would you say?
Given the opportunity to tell it to the masses
Low and middles class still carrying bus passes
Young girls giving birth before they hit the 9th grade
About to be a mom and can't even make Kool-Aid
Who made this crack anyway?
Told this about this herron
Sold us to alcohol and the guns that we care-on

[Chorus: Z-Ro]

[Scarface:]
It's like the ghetto got a heart and a soul
A mind of it's own
A hunger for a young cat die before he grown
A lust for a young girl sliding down the pole
She's always falling short on her goals
The street life is cold
It's either when you lose or you fold
Money is the root of all evil is what I was told
And everything that you thought you would leave there is a hoax
You put your faith in front of those demons and when the smoke clear
The truth appear
The fight for your life
The struggles of the wrong versuses right
And wrong won
The song sung
In the keys of reality
When death crosses your path bloodshed tragically
So automatically you come to a close
And realize no matter what the key to the codes
I seen the hood swallow motherfuckers whole
Then shit them out in the system ain't never make it home
I know

[Chorus: Z-Ro]

I'm too hard to kill, I refuse to die
Sweat tears and blood, paid dues alive
In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live
Could've easily got caught up in my yesteryears
But I'm here~! My story remains the same
I ain't changed a bit, I speak words of pain
From a frozen heart, lost what's left to lose
I'm alone and what I promise is death to you
And it's true my only fear is I have none
My conscience makes me keep me to myself cause I blast one
And I can fall asleep right next to a dead man
I'm cold, I put bullet holes all off in your headband
So, bring me death cause I've been itchin to see
If it's an afterlife, aim it at me, cock it and squeeze

Please... back to back to back to back to back to back, nigga
From my first fuckin album nigga
And I still can't be fucked with, trust me

I'm the truth in here, I give up what's real
Not afraid to die, not afraid to kill
But afraid to lie, and too scared to steal
Cause what's mine is mine, and what's his is his
In these streets it's clear, punishment's severe
If that line is crossed that's when them guys appear
It's like nothin you've seen, so fuck what you've heard
It ain't what you believe, cause it's deeper than words
If that silence is broke then somebody's comin to blow
Holes in yo' upper body, leavin a bloody coat
To be viewed by these dues who feel like this
When it's enough said it's bloodshed, believe that shit nigga
Cause we that sick nigga, you see that bitch - get her!
Cause he that snitch nigga, so squeeze that's it figure
That you watch what you say, you say it and die
What you cherish is close to me so don't testify

Straight up hood nigga, made it rappin
Yeah, caught a break huh
My life put down in words homey
That's some real shit, yo

A rapper - you hated to love, respected and feared
What I'm capable of there's nothin they say in our ears
I'm a soldier for fortune, I've got murderous plots
Plus I'm suicidal, walkin this parking lot
With my dangerous thoughts, I'm a dangerous dude
When I up it and cock the hammer I'm aimin dude
I came in to do, I'm a killing machine
And with life comes a price so I triple the fee
When it's trippin with me, either you win or you lose
In the end he who wins is he who finishes fools
I'm sentencin you, to a home in the sea
With the lint in your pockets, you rolled with weed
Exposin the weak, you hoes fin' to sleep
With the fishes bitches and y'all should know the demeanor

Yeah, everything that I say I am nigga I am
Know the rest of you motherfuckers wish you could be that real
I tell you what my nigga, be real with your motherfuckin self
I am Facemob nigga~! I am the best nigga
I am the back to back to back to back nigga
Y'knahmsayin? Yeah

[verse 1]
She steady tellin’ me her dude ain’t the type she like
And the reason she ain’t leavin’ is ‘cause “he’s so nice”
On Due to special occasions like birthday shit
That’s election just in need for some birthday dick
You can spend it with your man y’all can walk them malls
Tear that motherfucker down I just want your draws
That’s why I’m laughing everytime you call
‘cause I know that you’re in love with how I broke it off
The nigga strokes too soft and she a beast in bed
And when she fucks she talks pussy is deep and wet
And I don’t need the taxes I don’t sweat the bitch
And sworn and damn and that’s some texas shit
and I won’t fuck’s em on the first day, I peeps they mind
So they know that what they havin more important than mine
And when I’m deep inside with speed devine
I’m movin grown she screamin hard, which means that I’m...

Chrous (girl screamin in the background)

Makin you hit the high notes (she hittin’ the high note)
Makin you hit the high notes (hey you hittin’ the high note baby)
Makin you hit the high notes
(I can makin you hit the high note)

[Verse 2]
From doing daily at the movies going out the broads
Make you look like you’re a couple when it’s not at all
How it is in actualities you close your mouth
We do better gettin’ tracin’ down important talk
Understands that you got a man is probably not
In the end is something both is something seasons out
And even if we are just friends that don’t justify
You being seeing with a boy like him
‘cause boy that’s bad and they know before it’s over
You be bend over my sofá while I bust that ass
And while that nigga takin’ pictures of you behind your clothes
Sendin’ roses to your office while he’s crying and soars
Stuck wonder while you leavin mouth in the cloth
She’s floppin’ with your business what somebody been told
She was probably a hoe, probably somebody you know
On your cell phone dial while you hittin’ that note
Now we squeezin it for...

Chorus

[verse 3]
If she a hoe in the beginning she’s a hoe for life
And I can’t understand how niggaz make these hoes they wife
You got hoes that’s filipino you got hoes that’s white
You got hoes from Puerto Rico that’s just cold as ice
And it is what it is ain’t no changin’ the facts
It was a shame when you only thought they came in black
Now how insane is that, had a change of heart
Though you have a worth then it came a pork
Then she hangs with boys you need to tell your broad
Said until she met him she never came this hard
And the shamest part while you at home relax
I make her eyes, I try to brake her motherfuckin back
On the balcony bend over lookin bad as hell
Finger fuckin her and slappin on that ass as well
See then inhales that long excel, and then you hear
The sounds of an orgasm yeah, yeah I was...

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Yea, I look all the times i fought, and look at all the times i lost, was it worth what i would sacrafice if i was shot down and died that night shake them dice nigga, you gamble when the stakes get high, when you crap you cant cont cuz no mistakes allowed in this, stuggle, stuggles we be facing, smuggled in dope in small towns blazing, at the niggas who insisted resistance, left out sivalized but came back trippin, with nines spittin but mine hit em, that was his wake up call lay down nigga, or die nigga, cuz this is big boy shit, big boy crumbs to bricks move, im bout to take control of the block and i dont give a fuck if niggas like it or not they gone respect it

you niggas gone respect my mind, you niggas gone respect my g, you niggas gone respect this paper, you haters aint fucking with me
you niggas gone respect my mind, you niggas gone respect my g, you niggas gone respect this paper, you haters aint fucking with me

Im siting in the backseat riding, staring at the dashboard vibin, Mack drivin, 22's boxed up in bags, dope houses surrounding, see the feds want my motherfucking head on a gilatine, aint like a motherfucker scared though, id rather die then for me to be alive and be relying on the next man to front a nigga 9, cuz thats nothing it would be a murder if it came to that, cuz im a motherfucking gangsta jack, and thats how motherfucking ganstas act, you better bring your strap you shoot first but when i make it back, ill invade that traps, made the gats, shut the block down, yall niggas aint made for that, but when i spark yo ass off and i spark the k aint shit left that yall can say but dog i respect it.

you niggas gone respect my mind, you niggas gone respect my g, you niggas gone respect this paper, you haters aint fucking with me
you niggas gone respect my mind, you niggas gone respect my g, you niggas gone respect this paper, you haters aint fucking with me

You make your moves undetected, the first to think the last one exspected, CANT FIGURE OUT THIS PART

I cant help it if he refuse to move, like i been telling him to, stupid nigga i aint treatnin you, im making promises dude, and when i count to two, and you still sitin here like a got damn fool im through, thats when them niggas come through, doin what they came in to do, all unexspected

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