 The World Is Yours » Lyrics [+ Shtoj +] |
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1. _ Intro.
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2. _ Still That Aggin
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3. _ Dyin Wit'Cha Boots On
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 or what, 'cha pull me over I'm sick of motherfuckers who be checking Whitey's coke tip Blacker than a motherfucker, sweat me 'bout my *?dope-sip*? 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 (Me stuck the 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 shit and let me try on your hood) Dyin wit'cha boots on (Put ya foot in my shit and let me try on your hood) 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 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 sell each other albums, start frattin 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 Cos you come to 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 shit and let me try on your hood) more free lyrics |
4. _ You Don't Hear Me Doe
ft. 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! more free lyrics |
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5. _ Outro.
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6. _ One Time.
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7. _ I Need A Favor
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8. _ Let Me Roll
ft. 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... more free lyrics |
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9. _ Strictly For The Funk Lovers
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10. _ Comin' Agg
[ 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 muthafucka 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, muthafuckas, 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 Muthafucka, I wouldn't bullshit ya Now look at what you stuck with The last nigga in this muthafuckin world you shoulda fucked with I'm leavin niggas in bodybags You shouldn'ta fucked with the Brad You punk muthafucka, 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 Whenever when I bucked my knuckles up on a nigga's head So you can sling em all you want but I be slingin leg Cause like I said befo' I'm a muthafuckin dreadlock Puttin fools in headlocks, givin niggas headshots And everybody in your muthafuckin area Is tryin to scrap up some money, so they can help to bury ya But I can give a muthafuck 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 muthafuckas from breathin Just gimme a reason and I'ma be squeezin The trigger of this muthafuckin glock, pop-pop until you drop >From these muthafuckin gunshots And leave your whole fuckin family sad Don't fuck with the Brad, muthafucka 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 muthafuckas 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, muthafucka, lay em down, nigga, and get these It ain't shit for me to watch em fly So die, muthafuckas, die, muthafuckas, die, die I ain't no muthafuckin good guy, dog And I don't give a good guy damn about none of y'all I'm from the state of the muthafuckin 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 muthafucka I'm comin agg more free lyrics |
11. _ The Wall
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 more free lyrics |
12. _ I'm Black
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] more free lyrics |
13. _ He's Dead
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" more free lyrics |
14. _ Lettin' Em Know
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 more free lyrics |
15. _ Funky Lil Nigga
ft. 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) more free lyrics |
16. _ Mr. Scarface: Part III the Final Chapter
(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 more free lyrics |
17. _ Now I Feel Ya
...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? more free lyrics |
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