Scarface - Dying With Your Boots On lyrics

[Scarface] Trouble seems to catch a motherf**er with his cards down Gotta keep my drawers up, sh**'s gettin hard now These motherf**in cops be plantin sh** on these n***as Simply because these n***as got bank accounts that's bigger I just can't get no peace from you motherf**in rollers Everytime I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over I'm sick of motherf**ers who be jocking Whitey's coattails Blacker than a motherf**er, sweat me 'bout my dope-sales n***as just take your cut and get your a** up out my face The only thing you probably get from me is a co*k-s**ing pistol case Unless you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my sh** Just because you ain't got sh**, b**h! Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure That they can f** with a million dollar n***a They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, shookin Indo Gettin f**ed up in the gank-hole The only way you'll whip that motherf**er is when you whip that motherf**er And we choke the motherf**er (Man, f** that motherf**er!) So when you hear my song and wanna get it on You better come prepared motherf**er, you dyin wit'cha boots on [Chorus] (Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots) Dyin wit'cha boots on (Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots) Yeah [Interlude: prison guard talking to inmate] Guard: Do you know how many years you're facing inside? 25 to life and that's on the real So you better snitch on your partner Inmate: f** that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself [Scarface] n***as gettin caught, doin time, so they snitchin They pickin n***as up on a funky a** suspicion We'll be goin down for some questioning we think And end up gettin hit with the f**in kitchen sink Racketeer and laundering, Kingpin wondering If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them Just because we're n***as and they figure we're no smarter We'll sell each other out, and start rattin' on our partners They start bringin up sh** that happened back in '85 And then comes the largest jury, b**h, they f**in time! You might as well play the state cause you gon' do day for day And sellin out your homeboys ain't the sh** Cos y'all gonna have to die in this b**h, b**h! Lobbin wit'cha white suits on And dyin wit'cha motherf**in boots on (Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)