Geto Boys - Declaration of War lyrics

[Scarface] It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman The fully automatic M-11 in the handbag The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes A real n***a, won't hesitate to clap fools Ski-mask you, come up to where you lay at co*k back, squeeze, and put him where your face at The nerve of you n***az, believin I'ma play games You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names {*blam*} you p**y, {*blam*} cause you a black Jew Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you And it's a done deal, don't f** with what the truth is And hide behind that motherf**in desk but when the truth's here it's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens d**h to the n***az who disrespected the Jordan I'm not a pop n***a, f** what radio say f** what video do, but this is all day hood n***a, I ain't gotta show you what my life like Cause you don't persecute a motherf**er like Mike I ain't a house n***a scum like you fools is I was bred born and raised in this true sh** [Chorus] Funny how a n***a get caught up in all the glamour And then they finally come to grips that this can happen to anybody, won't discriminate who catch this Get in the way and you a victim of a d**h wish A declaration of a war and it's a warning Follow the leader but be aware your opponent is in the window got guerillas where you rest at And prepared to hit a motherf**er, bet that [Willie D] Aight, let's get serious f** the rap game I'm the realest n***a, PERIOD If you ain't feelin me you know how it goes Jump b**h, I cain't wait to k** one of you hoes It's on if you got beef You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete Bottom line, I don't give a f** about'cha If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha While your label only behind you greasin his dick Your stupid a** on a video, cheesin and sh** J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks The way I see you a b**h and you deserve to be f**ed Willie D is the n***a that'll bloody your clothes Don't think you know me cause you know the hook to "Baldhead Hoe" I light you up with a sawed off; and stab yo' a** in the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth [Bushwick Bill] Aight n***a; stab him in the leg in the chest in the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off Give me a motherf**in handy shotty and a plug of PCP, I'll k** anybody Bust him in the a** 'til he's still I'm Chuckwick b**h, your achilles heel A short n***a quick to give a tall a**-whoopin Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn Lookin to start sh**, I ain't scary like Scooby and Shaggy Piss me off you better Duck like Daffy Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya [Chorus]