[Chorus]
Fake-a**-ni-ggaz (NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace
Fake-a**-ni-ggaz (WON'TCHA STAY OUT MY) faaaace
(ALL YOU FRAUDULENT-ASS ni**aZ NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace
(ALL YOU BEGGIN-ASS b*tchES NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace
[Scarface]
News gossip laws gossip boppers boppin hoes beg
Foresake me cause they b**hes always be off in my bed
Always f**in with they feelings, b**h I'll f** you with my head
I don't love you and you don't love me so motherf** what Donna said
I got paper never spend it I ain't never seen a night
that I felt a need to pay a b**h unless she was a dyke
Lickin p**y left and right, bringin b**hes by my place
Jack me off and s** my dick and let me skeet off in her (faaaace~!)
Blackberry start to buzzin, guess her husband askin questions
Wonderin where she at cause she just called her cousin, mad and fussin
I'm laughin cause I'm f**in, slappin a** and titty s**in
Please your nipples, puttin that thump in her a** and she ain't strugglin
[Chorus]
[Scarface]
You ain't gangsta, youse a busta, quick to say that you a hustler
But realistically, you a b**h to me, sweet as pie but down to Custer
Wanna cry when n***az touch ya, wanna hide cause n***az bust ya
Got the copies of them statements you was makin motherf**er
All you fake-a** n***az get the f** out my (faaaace~!)
'Fore I make it rain and shower you with copper from the A
K, 47 that's gon' be my tool
Make me clack it, I start actin like a motherf**in fool (yeah)
Fool, you know me, I've been down since '85
Sellin dime for dime, doublin up my paper every time
I live the life of crime, ghetto life from day to day
Made me throw up both my hands, now get the f** up out my (faaaace~!)
[Chorus]
[Scarface]
Thought I mighta hung it up for good, got tired of ridin beats
for free, said f** it, I'm gon' go on and coach a team
Play golf and smoke my weed, poke her every other day
Do some groups and keep these haters out my motherf**in (faaaace~!)
But this sh** ain't go the way I planned, I'm caught off in the cross
And if I leave they won't respect the South cause n***az soft
Talkin 'bout what's in they mouth, talkin 'bout they cars and house
And that ain't what we all about, we out here workin in a drought
'Bout that paper, 'bout that cabbage, out here hustlin 'til you grab it
Pimp a pimp, you silly rabbit, youse a bun without a tablet
So yo' intellect connect is comin short it out of space
Catchin bricks and weed and ace so get the f** up out my face