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Scarface: |
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Niggas hangin' deep on the cut |
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Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden |
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Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86 |
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And 1987 I was swore into the clique |
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All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes |
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And all the gangsta ass niggas rode vogues |
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Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups |
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Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof ? |
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Car down crush ? and fresh paint |
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Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank |
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All of my niggas they had a truck load of dope |
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Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat |
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It's 1993 new bounds are being broken |
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If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin' |
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Cause I remember back when the nigga had green |
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Seen him at the pipes and now the nigga is just a dope fiend |
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Funny how a nigga, sold a key or two |
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Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he remember you |
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Everythings cool I'm the niggas man |
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Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a nigga hand |
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But I just walked away and left his shit to hang |
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Cause back in the game I had a motherfuckin' thang |
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And that's why I walk with my hands on my dick |
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A nigga say "what up?" |
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I look around and I say "This!" |
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And I could give a fuck if the nigga gets pissed |
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Cause if he wants a chunk I'm a get up in his shit |
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Scarface talking: |
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Huh like it ain't shit yeah. I thought you knew. It ain't shit. Uh, yeah. |
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Yeah. Yeah. |
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Scarface: |
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Creepin' comin' up a yellow stonin' |
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Put my shit in park and drunk a St. Ises with my homey |
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Reminisced on fast times past times and shit |
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Smokin' on some bud I came acroos my nigga Kick |
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I gave my boy some dap and asked him what's the haps |
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Chillin' with this girl and a gat across his laps |
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I knew he had some drama I didn't even have to ask it |
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Now where were them bitches at it's time to kick some asses |
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He told what had happened and now I'm thinkin' FUCK |
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I'm callin' up south acres it's time to get 'em up |
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My motherfuckin' neighborhood is quick to get with static |
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Never showin' fear cause these niggas never had it |
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Everybody's trapped, quick to go to war |
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Quick to kill your ass quick to jack your car |
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So if you see some shit then I suggest you punch it |
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Cause what's about to happen you may not be able to stomach |
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Killers killers killers steady smokin' fry |
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So nigga lay it down or die motherfuckers die |
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Fuckin' with my family you dick is in the paint |
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So don't think that it's shit cause niggero it ain't |
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Shit to brake 'em off I'm brakin' 'em off with chunks |
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Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks |
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And drive-by shootin' ain't the motherfuckin' shit |
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Cause niggas plot hits after motherfuckin' hits |
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Killin' you ass for kicks doin' shit for the murder |
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And since you want me to die you gots to die cause you deserve ta |
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Now here take two motherfuckin' slugs (bang) |
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Cause fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged |
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Mister mister Face the hardest nigga being heard |
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Cause all I have in this world is my balls and my word |
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I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit |
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Until you face to face wiith Scarface you ain't done shit |
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I'm killin' off you mark ass niggas with a slug from a glock motherfuckers |
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I'm a born killer, I really thought you knew bitch |
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I'm slappin' hoes and cappin' fools |
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It ain't shit |
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It ain't shit you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah. |
