[ Scarface ]
I like to teach the world to be
A dope man just like me
I like to front the world some coke
And let them sell for me
Born in the ghetto as a street thug
At age 16 I started sellin' cheap d**
Ecstasy will cost you 3
A year later I robbed a dope house and stole a ki
36 is what I count
Now multiply 36 with 700 a ounce
Bag it up and make my profit
But some p**y muthaf**a in offices tryin' to stop it
[ Bushwick Bill ]
And the ba*tard that's stoppin' the bus
Is the same muthaf**a that delivers to us
He's payin' off the cops
Triple-crossin the middle man tryin' to give the smaller pusher power
[ Willie D ]
The politicians are players
Reagan and Bush were cuttin tough on Noriega
Now the juices are sour
Remember politician means schemin' for power
(You know what a hossa is?
That's a pig that don't fly straight) --> Tony Montana
[ Scarface ]
Now let's go back to the past
The muthaf**a who needs to be tried is Ronald Reagan's a**
Appointed Bush to the C.I.A.
(That sh** was cold
Put Noriega on the payroll)
All of a sudden sh** changed
Right after '88 (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Hmm - ain't that strange?
Some think I'm goin' too far
But if you wanna go to war, I'll take you to war
[ Bushwick Bill ]
They don't care about n***as on welfare
As long as their kind ain't there
You've got my ki's on a freeze
Muthaf**a, my city's under siege
(Today's special is ghetto dope)
[ Willie D ]
Willie D sell out, you can squash that fast
Here's a hit and a half for your a**
Police brutality is now a formality
They're kickin' our a** and we're payin their salary
[ Scarface ]
The average cop with a badge is a b**h
Back in high school they used to get their f**in' a** kicked
All of a sudden they're snappin' necks
Puttin' n***as in check, makin' threats, sayin' I'm next
[ Willie D ]
I laugh at a muthaf**in law man
Without the piece, b**h, you're nothin' but a raw man
You couldn't hang if you were cappin' or punchin'
(So go s** a dick and write or ticket or somethin')
[ Scarface ]
Can't understand my city's under siege
Till the Ak clockin g's
Got a Coupe De Ville, got a rag and ridin '83s
Copper wanna play the Ak
Guess they think I'm slayin' crack
Muthaf** the '50s, they can't stop me, got my corner back
Rocks and rocks and rocks galore
I left the cut and then I swore
Never be a stupid a**, I'll never leave the cut no more
The dope game ain't no joke
[ Willie D ]
Muthaf**as will die for this, they go for broke
Rock houses open and busted
And the b**h that got you busted
(Was the b**h that you trusted)
Pimp on me, and I'll make bail
Hunt you down and kick your a** through the goalposts of hell
(Are you lighter on a female figure?)
Hell nah, I f** her up just like I f** up a n***a
Red, grab the pump (Bill, pa** me my 9
Now tell 'em what's on your mind)
[ Bushwick Bill ]
You goddamn parents are a trip
The streets got your babies cause you're full of that bullsh**
You tell your kids d**'ll f** up their health
And you're geekin' your goddamn self
But I won't blame it all on you
You stupid-a** teachers can s** my dick too
I walk around with a smirk
f** school, f** curfew, f** homework
And muthaf** a damn cop
I never ride down my block without my gun bein' co*ked
You won't get a chance to slay me
I wont' be an accident like Ada Delaney
So when you step out of line
(*shots*) I'm goin' for mine
D.O.A. is how they pronounce you
No suspect, no motive, no clue
When you hoes say 'stop', I be damned if I freeze
I truly believe my city's under siege
(Today's special is ghetto dope)