[Scarface]
Yo, let's do it
... we gon' do this one
Let the beat ride for a minute though
Will {?} in the house from the town
FaceMob in this b**h, 'bout to tear sh** down
Uh-huh, yeah, there it is
Yeah
Still the, truth in the game ain't a damn thing changed
Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames
Double the O.G. of a deuce thug thang
b**hes who know me know how I do dames
Still, f**kin with James we roll in this sh** hard
I locked up the South, he locked the 5th Ward
Loaded and co*ked, I'm known to be a block bleeder
Known to get paper and I ain't fin' to stop neither
I got ferarri's, drive Porsches and sh**
Ranch got horses, golf courses and sh**
Eat shrimp steak crab raw oysters and sh**
And still f**k around with all my boys in the bricks
International n***a, I been in and out the states
Kingston, Brazil, b**hes feedin me grapes
I can, cut it and bake, all I need is some soda, a plate
A microwave, Pyrex and a cake
You can get it how you want it, what I'm spittin is free
I don't need to hold in court what I can hold in the streets
n***az know how I was raised so ain't no question these
Consequences you gon' face when n***az f**kin with me
There it is
[Chorus]
One for the n***az wanna cross me up
Two for the b**hes wanna toss me up
Three for the people tryin to get my mail
Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up
Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine
Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime
Six for the s**ers who ain't got no game
That's a God damn shame, that's why he hatin on mine
[Willie D]
From the North to the South I don't need no pa**es
You b**hes get out of line, I'ma bleed yo' a**es
Look man, I ain't the huffin puffin type
I'ma put that pistol in your motherf**kin life
Mayor {?} call my crib, I be gettin them greens
F**kin the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans
Take an interest in politics, Chopin and Van Gogh
Shoot a motherf**ker up and then go vote
They say variety is the spice of life, so we'll
f**k the black broads and lay pipe to the whites
Puerto Ricans and Latinos, Japs and Filipinos
What is y'all trippin fo'? p**y is p**y
I ain't gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep
I know n***az in yo' hood that'll do you for me
Youse a b**h-made p**y born with no nutsac
I'm a motherf**kin stand up cat, that's on the one
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[Bushwick Bill]
Spot a fine-a** b**h and I'm scoopin her up
You can sleep on me n***a if you're stupid enough
But I'll be standin in your bed receivin from your woman
You can bust in, but not while I'm cummin
Cause I'm cummin everywhere, in her hair, on her face
on her earring, even on the motherf**kin ceiling
Keep it playa with a playa, let me get my nut
After that, you can k** the b**h, I don't give a f**k
Yes indeed, Chuck smoke good weed
If it ain't hydro get the f**k out the do'
You n***az drink a few shots and your faculty slow
I down the whole f**kin bottle like it's H2O
Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust
I'm the "Little Big Man" with the big ol' nuts
Don't f**k with b**h-mades, too real for that
Got the fame and the name but I still will jack, n***a
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