We Can't B

verse one: bushwick bill

I told you size wasn't shit
That's why i murdered your neices
Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
Don't let 'em run
Hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm i grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get fucked
Means you're better off dead
I wanna see food so i fished in a child's head
Motherfuckers be worried 'cause i'm sick
Dead heads and frog legs
Mmm... cake mix!
Friday the 13th
The night of the living dead
??? ??? walkin' 'round givin niggas head
If you didn't die, i'd say you got lucky
All bodies found dead
Fuck it, blame it on chuckie
But this is child's play... motherfucka!!!

Verse 2:

Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!
Gimme some barb and i'll start by killin me!
When i murder, i tried to slack off
Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off
My name is chuckie, some say i'm insane
You give me some gin, and i might eat a dog's brain!
Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack
And i'll be damned if i don't bring 15 dead niggas back!
A murder contest,
You know i'll win it
Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it
I'm gettin hungry
I need to be fed
I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!
Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!
Half my body is chuckie
The other half is bushwick
A short nigga
Always pumpin' some lead
Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead
What up
Get up
Sit up
You get lit up
A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up
A 9, a uzi is my only utensils
Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils
You have the nerve to try to go against chuck?
With fifty guns aimed at you
How the fuck you gonna duck?
Yo,
When i'm mad, i'm ready to slay
The graveyards are packed
But it ain't nothin' but child's play

Verse 3:

You'd better murder me
Put me to rest
Cause if you don't i'll come out shootin
With my head in a bird's chest
Pissed off,
The way i'm always soundin'
Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im
Some say i'm crazy
Some say i'm on crack
Before i die
Cut off my leg and let me die in iraq
A born loooser
Some say i'm mindless
If i get pissed off
You leave naked and spineless
Worse than charles manson
Never havin' a equal
Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people
When i woke up they had me chained to the floor
When they told me what i did i killed 300 more
Yo
You wanna rumble?
Then go get your war hat
I went to jail for assault with a carjack
I might be small
But my nuts are big
The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids
Cause i'm a teach 'em how to act
And if they ain't actin' right
They dyin' tonight!
So, uh
Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em
I send you a motherfuckin note that says "chuckie's got em!"

Shit, tired as..
Need some pussy badder than a motherfucker.
See if this bitch is home.
(Dialing)
(Ringing)
(Girl) - Hello?
(Scarface) - Hello darlin' how you feelin'? It's Sax.
(Girl) - Fine, how are you?
(Scarface) - Ahh, just maxin'
(Girl) - Been thinking of you.
(Scarface) -Yeah? Well let's get together.
(Girl) - Okay.
(Scarface) - Let me take me a shit, and I'ma meet 'cha at 11. Oh yo, bring a friend, I gotta buddy wit me.
(Girl) - Ain't got no friend.
(Scarface) - What?!
(Girl) - Just come and get me.
(Scarface) - I guess you know what's up.
(Girl) - Yeah I know what's up.
(Scarface) - I ain't down for a love affair, I just wanna fuck.
(Girl) - Better come get me.
(Scarface) - Yo, don't bullshit me, she thinks I wanna long one, but I just want a Quickie.

Knocked on her window, didn't wanna wake her parents. Came to the door and the bitch was just starin'
(Scarface) - Come on girl. Yo what the fuck is up?
(Girl) - Why you rushing?
(Scarface) - You rollin' with a nigga bitch or what?

"who gives a fuck about a god damn grammy?"

(willie d)
Yo, flav, i give a fuck about a god damn grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes to award time
Niggaz be standin on the god damn sideline
I'm loadin my nine, cause i got a lotta grudges
I'm bout to take out the judges
Willie d won't shit cha but hit cha
Take a look at the overall picture
Every year its the same old story
Same faces, same kinda gories
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my god damn trophy?

I'm under a microscope, for the songs i wrote
Cause the ganksta of love don't scapegoat
I tell it like it is that's why they don't ban me
I ain't tryin to make nobody happy
I'm from the streets so i kick it for the ghetto
I can't talk about shit i don't know
Your whole vocabulary's baby baby baby
That's why you so god damn crazy
And it should be a crime
One sucka gets nominated 5 or 6 damn times
It ain't that he's better than the rest
It's just a damn popularity contest
Or a bribe or a favor
Motherfuckers make a speech and they think that they major
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my god damn trophy?

(award host)
"and the winner is george strait"
"for best female vocalist, reba mcintyre"
"most appearances made after death, elvis presley
The king couldn't be here due to illness
So to accept his award on his behalf, we have grateful dead"

It ain't what you know, it's who you know bro
That's why i'm not on your radio and your video show
It's gettin kinda hectic
And i still ain't kissin no ass to be accepted
They finally gotta category for rap
But don't blink cause you'll miss it in the format
And if you follow my suggestions
9 times outta 10 you see some country western
They need to have willie d on that stage
Pumpin his fists like this and gettin bliss
With md-20 20
Or the 40 o-z wit the rest of the gb
I'm tired of your boring shows
I make your stuck up ass audience say ho!
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my god damn trophy

(award host)
"and the winner is randy travis
And guns and...hey what the?"
(willie d)
"get the fuck outta the way
Get your ass out the god damn way
Yo man, the real motherfuckin winners is
The god damn geto boys for most fuck words in a song
The bitch killa of the year grammy goes to
That nigga you love to have ice cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 live crew
The high roller of the industry award goes out to ice t
The pro-black grammy goes out to public enemy
Cause they too black and they too god damn strong
And we gonna give the lip-sync god damn motherfuckin grammy
To those punk motherfuckers, milli vanilli"

*phone rings*

[hello, could i speak with, bushwick bill?]
Hello, this is bushwick, motherfucking bill
[yes sir, i'm calling to inform you that you have been drafted
Into
The united states military]
The unites states wants me for what? hahahaha
[excuse me sir]
Hahaha
[bushwick?]
Hahaha, yeah yeah yeah, hey what's up?
[you need to contact your nearest recruiting office immeadiatly
Please]
I see your not hip to what's happenin'
I don't give a fuck about you and all that bullshit you stressin'
Fuck a war
To explain, let me kick it to you a little something like this:

(bushwick bill)

Motherfuck a war, that's how i feel
Sendin' a nigga to a dentist to get killed
Cause two suckas can't agree on something
A thousand motherfuckers died for nothing
You can't pay me to join an army camp
Or any other motherfuckin' military branch
Of this united goddman states of this bitch america
Be a soldier, what for?
They puttin' niggas on the front line
But when it comes to gettin' ahead, they put us way behind
I ain't gettin' my leg shot off
While bush old ass on t.v. playin' golf
But when you come to my house with that draft shit
I'ma shoot your funky ass bitch
A nigga'll die for a broil
But i ain't fightin' behind no gaddamn oil
Against motherfuckas i don't know
Yo bush! i ain't your damn hoe
The enemy is right here g, them foreigners never did shit me
All of those wasted lives
And only one or two get recognized
But what good is a medal when your dead? tell uncle sam i said

Chorus x2 (willie d)

I ain't goin' to war for a shit talkin' president
[fuck fuck fuck a war]

(bushwick bill)

In vietnam a lot of niggas died young
P.o.w.'s got hung
What the fuck do i know about a grenade
All i know is the (????) in my 12 gauge
And what if that pin gets stuck?
Several more casualties show up
This shit remind me of a drive-by
More motherfuckers die by accident than on purpose, why?
Cause they don't know what they doin'
They see if the coast is clear and they start persuin'
And that's when that booby trap springs, boom!
Blow a motherfucker to smithereens
They send a sucker to your folks, lookin' stupid
Tellin' them you died in the line of duty
Or your ass is missing in action bro
Tryin' to be a damn hero
They bring your folks that duffle bag
The only shit they wanna see is that doggy tag
Hopin' that the worryin' will cease
And your ass will be home in one damn piece
But my mom ain't gotta worry about that there
Cause i ain't dyin' in the middle of nowhere
Another statistic, a body in a drawer
Man! mother fuck a war!

Chorus x2

Your lucky that i ain't the president
Cause i'll push the fuckin' button and get it over wit
Fuck all that waitin' and procrastinatin'
And all that goddamn negotiatin'
Flyin' back and fourth overseas
And havin' lunch and brunch with the motherfuckin' enemy
I'll aim one missle at iraq
And blow that little piece of shit off the map
Yeah, i wouldn't give a fuck (????)
Cause i'm tired of payin' these high ass gas prices
Only the rich benefit, it'll be a cold day in hell before i enlist
To eat shit out a can like a worm
And everyday wear the same damn uniform
(????) breakin' on my funky ass feet
Skin crawlin' cause i ain't took baths in weeks
Not knowin' if i'm comin' home or not
And if i do, i'll probably be shell shocked
I couldn't get a job just a free burial
You know how uncle sam treat it's veterans
Absolutely no respect
Get a plate in your head, lose a leg, you might get a check
Or a gaddamn star, you can have that shit
Mother fuck a war!

(chorus)x2

Intro: scarface

I sit alone in my four-cornered room
Staring at candles
Oh that shit is on? heh
Let me drop some shit like this here
Real smooth

Verse one: scarface

At night i can't sleep, i toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressing i ain't living right
But i ain't going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
It's somebody watchin' the ak'
But i don't know who it is, so i'm watchin my back
I can see him when i'm deep in the covers
When i awake i don't see the motherfucker
He owns a black hat like i own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say "take a chill, b"
But fuck that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm pumping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you

Verse two: willie d

I make big money, i drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like i'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin ain't right
I feel i'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that i ran off the block
Or is it that nigga last week that i shot
Or is it the one i beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was gold medal flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to be lying, i was scareder than a motherfucker
Took a left into popeyes and bailed out quick
If it's going down let's get this shit over with
Here they come, just like i figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What i saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere i go
Because i'm paranoid
I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners
My mind is playing tricks on me

Verse three: scarface

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like i'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because i'm nervous
Every sunday morning i'm in service
Playing for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out of the business
I know the lord is looking at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while i drive
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over with
And then i'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if i died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now i'm realizing that i love her
Now i'm feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me

Verse four: bushwick bill

This year halloween fell on a weekend
Me and geto boyz are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
Till the lawman got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
We'd be in for a squab' no doubt
So i swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga i'd been seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them motherfuckin b's on him
The more i swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then i felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playing tricks on me