1.Intro
2.G.e.t.o.
'killa you're face to face with scarface'-scarface
G to the e to the t.o.
Scarface：
Now here it comes (boom) motherfuckers die hard till the end
Mr. scarface not your ordinary dope man
On the for reala my nigga i'm a born killa
Let my nuts hangin' out give a fuck if ya bigger
Cause i'm that nigga who gets ass rollin' ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep cause i'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slippinn' bitch cause i don't sleep
And if i sleep the kid gets beat and that's bullshit
Cause i'm still a lunatic
Body snatcher peter roll capture
Killer comin' at cha niggero subtracter
Small time dope game plenty heart though
Good girl go bad i'm high off a motherfucker!
I read my diary mind play tricks
And travelled the world with a nigga named bushwick
Lost a memeber back in december
Nigga gets respect from boston to denver
Compton, jersey, philly, brooklyn, oakland, dallas, houston look
man
It ain't a god damn thing being took
From the bad boys of houston so go ahead and dial a crook
And watch some niggas spit the game cool
Ran back and brace yourself nigga cause here it comes fool
Hook：
'here it comes fool'
'p.e.t.e.r.m.a.n. aint' no hoe ass motherfuckers'
Big mike：
Bang bang bang motherfuckers lay it down
Prat tat tat the peterman is in the house and i'm about to spray
it down
Lettin' niggas hand fit my gat i gots to grab it
Smokin' motherfuckers is a habit
I'm on a mission opposion get tore up from the floor up
Kickin' the type of gangsta shit that make ya throw up
G plus e plus t plus o
Geto boys run shit in '93 but you don't here me do'
Huh brakin' niggas off who bother to
Fuck around with techs thinkin' we ain't nothin' but barber cute
So fool get your ass on
Before the peterman in the house gettin' his blast on
Sendin' niggas smooth to the concrete
Makin' mo motherfuckin' deal then a swap meet
The c.o.n.v.i.c.t.s. is hittin' niggas where it hurt
Kickin' up dirt down in texas so here it comes fool
Hook
'any motherfucker wanna get with bushwick, bring it on
motherfucker'
Bushwick bill：
Well what do you know it's that nigga named bushwick
Back again still droppin' the b's on a punk bitch
Kickin' that g shit ever so clear
5th ward steady comin' hard every fuckin' year
I went from coppin' the cash a couple of months ago
But niggas call me crazy cause i'm known to smoke a hoe
Smoke a hoe smoke a hoe smoke two smoke a few
Got my motherfuckin' crew now what you wanna do？
B.u.s.h.w.i.c.k. blowin' niggas away
Doin' this type of shit every motherfuckin' day
Never waste another niggas time
Got my nine gettin' paid kickin' these motherfuckin' dope rhymes
So if it comes down to it i might gat cha
Dead in that motherfuckin' dump give that ass a fracture
Cause i ain't that nigga you wanna fuck with
Bushwick bill the nigga named chuckwick
So here it comes fool
3.It Ain't Shit
Scarface：
Niggas hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of gooden
Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86
And 1987 i was swore into the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop monty carlos, el dogs and caddy coups
Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof ？
Car down crush ？ and fresh paint
Eight in the back you hear my alpine crank
All of my niggas they had a truck load of dope
Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
Cause i remember back when the nigga had green
Seen him at the pipes and now the nigga is just a dope fiend
Funny how a nigga, sold a key or two
Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he remember you
Everythings cool i'm the niggas man
Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a nigga hand
But i just walked away and left his shit to hang
Cause back in the game i had a motherfuckin' thang
And that's why i walk with my hands on my dick
A nigga say 'what up？'
I look around and i say 'this!'
And i could give a fuck if the nigga gets pissed
Cause if he wants a chunk i'm a get up in his shit
Scarface talking：
Huh like it ain't shit yeah. i thought you knew. it ain't shit.
uh, yeah.
Yeah. yeah.
Scarface：
Creepin' comin' up a yellow stonin'
Put my shit in park and drunk a st. ises with my homey
Reminisced on fast times past times and shit
Smokin' on some bud i came acroos my nigga kick
I gave my boy some dap and asked him what's the haps
Chillin' with this girl and a gat across his laps
I knew he had some drama i didn't even have to ask it
Now where were them bitches at it's time to kick some asses
He told what had happened and now i'm thinkin' fuck
I'm callin' up south acres it's time to get 'em up
My motherfuckin' neighborhood is quick to get with static
Never showin' fear cause these niggas never had it
Everybody's trapped, quick to go to war
Quick to kill your ass quick to jack your car
So if you see some shit then i suggest you punch it
Cause what's about to happen you may not be able to stomach
Killers killers killers steady smokin' fry
So nigga lay it down or die motherfuckers die
Fuckin' with my family you dick is in the paint
So don't think that it's shit cause niggero it ain't
Shit to brake 'em off i'm brakin' 'em off with chunks
Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks
And drive-by shootin' ain't the motherfuckin' shit
Cause niggas plot hits after motherfuckin' hits
Killin' you ass for kicks doin' shit for the murder
And since you want me to die you gots to die cause you deserve
ta
Now here take two motherfuckin' slugs (bang)
Cause fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged
Mister mister face the hardest nigga being heard
Cause all i have in this world is my balls and my word
I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit
Until you face to face wiith scarface you ain't done shit
I'm killin' off you mark ass niggas with a slug from a glock
motherfuckers
I'm a born killer, i really thought you knew bitch
I'm slappin' hoes and cappin' fools
It ain't shit
It ain't shit you know what i'm sayin'？ yeah.
4.Crooked Officer
Scarface：
I'm sick of you hoes tryin to run mine
I'm comin with a good line
Runnin after one time
I got a grudge against you blue suits
Black suits, white suits and state troops
That's the way you made us
Sent a brother to the penenitentiary is how you play us
Lock us up for the summer
Took the brother's name away and passed us as a number
Just because you legally pack a gack man
Doesn't necessarily mean you have to point it at the black man
Especially you black cops
You let your gacks pop
Because them honkies got you brainwashed
Now we come to new dealings
Fuck all the dumb shit, the line of work is cap peeling
I'm cuttin shit short
Ain't no fillin out reports
Cause you ain't makin it to court
I'm lettin freedom ring
From the hole in my glock, for fuckin off rodney king
It ain't shit that you can ask us
And since justice is blind, i'm gone buy the bitch some glasses
Wake the fuck up chumps
I'm comin after your ass
Crooked officer
Chorus：
Mr. officer, crooked officer
I wanna put your ass in a coffin sir
Cause you done fucked with niggas like myself for too long
It's time to grab my motherfuckin shit and get it on
Bushwick：
Oh mr. officer, crooked officer what's happening
You beat another black man's ass and now you high tapping friend
Do i have to move to river oaks
And bleach my fuckin skin so i can look like these white folks
Just to get some assistance
Because the brutality in my neighborhood is gettin persistent
Cause you wanna harass me yeah
And if i talk back you wanna bust my black ass g
Just like rodney king
But if you try that shit with me, its gonna be a different scene
Try to pull me over on a dark road
But i'll be damned if i don't grab my nine and unload
Until every blue shirt turns red
You heard what i said
I want all you crooked motherfuckers dead
So you better start pickin out your coffin sir
Cause i'm comin after your ass
Chorus：
Big mike：
Momma called me up the pther day i got a warrant
Punk ass laws wanna know where the gun went
Say i shot a nigga the other night at a party
Lieing out they ass i was at home drinkin 40s
Coolin with my niggas playin dominoes in the kitchen
A big black nigga did the killin and i'm fittin the description
And you know they think all black niggas look alike
So now they got the flashlight lookin for big mike
Jackin niggas up tryin to capture me
Coppers wanna gaffle me
Tryin to put bullets into the back of me
Time and time again i told them i didn't do it
And they knew it
But they still pursued it
So them motherfuckers blew
So now i'm about to grab my shit
And put them son of a bitches six feet under
Cause i'm sick of runnin from you motherfuckers
Turnin tables cause i'm able i ain't fallin victim
Time to play a game, see the police watch me stick them
Cause i ain't runnin from the p-o-l-i-c-e never
Motherfuckin t-i-m-e of day
They'll have to g-u-t a me
Off the s-e-t
And my h double o d
Fuckin around with the b-i-g
You'll be in a g-r-a-v-e
5.No Nuts No Glory
-big mike how you livin
Big mike
I've been sellin out the same dope house since the age of 16
Shufflin crack like cards, to these burnt out dope fiends
Sellin rock after motherfuckin rock
Seeing cop after motherfuckin cop on the block
Changing face after motherfuckin face
Watchin niggas catch dope case after dope case
Add it up and you'll find more niggas doing time in the pen
Cause he wouldn't snitch on his fuckin friend
And that same motherfucker that didn't go to jail
Couldn't come to pay his homey for his bail
But that's the way niggas do you
Caught a case for another nigga and he sware he never knew ya
12 months in the county you done got out and found out
That your homey runs his own dope house
And he done gave you shit
Not even a funky ass ounce so get on and beat that sheisty bitch
And he still calls you family
But i be damned if i be kin, to a nigga who ain't payin me
Cause i ain't with that hoe shit
So if you thinkin bout fuckin me, nigga you better try some more
shit
Cause i done paid my dues and like a fool in the process
Watchin other niggas progress
On the motherfuckin shit i did
But in the 90s', its payback and we ain't takin no shorts kid
Cause life is a bitch
And i ain't that nigga to be broke, while makin another
motherfucker rich
Wise up nigga, get with the program
Cause in this dirty game, you gots to wash your own hands
And i got a tech 9
Ready to take mine and what's for me hoe
Yeah, no nuts no glory
Big mike：
Now i done heard a nigga callin me the biggest bitch in texas
Cause i'm bumming a ride, when i should be drivin lexus
But you know, i gives a fuck about what nigga say
I handle mine, by handlin shit my own way
I let niggas thinks its cool
To fuck a nigga like me, but they don't know who they psychin
fools
See i stay lo-key
Lettin a nigga think he know me, but he really don't know me g
Claiming that we friends
My little girl is ridin the bus, his little girl is drivin a
fuckin benz
Whose your friends？
Ask yourself that shit
The only friend i got, is my fuckin pistol grip
Filthy rich i know you love it
I done made your ass fat
And you still talkin bout 25 off a hundred
Be real that shit went out in 86
I'm down with the geto boys but my mind ain't playin tricks
bitch
You still refuse to give me mine cool
Nigga be that way and i'm gone handle my business fool
Just like my nigga snoop dogg told me
You gotta be down for your shit, why you can homey
Cause you's about to get your ass lit up
Because the fuckin ain't proper and i ain't the nigga that's
catchin the
Nut
Payback is a motherfucker
Payback is a bitch
But payback is a must when i ain't the nigga that's gettin rich
Cause life ain't but one big change
And unlike these other motherfuckers
I ain't afraid to touch yo bitch ass
Cause if you believe in fuckin niggas, you's a hoe
And the peter man can't tolerate hoes so you gots to go
Mr. big man, mr. big nut
Got everybody thinkin you the shit
But really i'm the motherfuckin one
Now i'm about to grab my shit off the self
And go on a mission, one nigga gettin bad by his damnself
So keep on thinkin you fuckin me
But while you thinkin, i'll be pullin yo fuckin number g
Cause i'm a nigga with no heart and no worry
Gettin down for mine's bitch
No nuts no glory
6.6 Feet Deep
Verse one：scarface
June twenty-eight was the date thirty-eight
Till the chest plate mommy dear's cryin' at the wake
And everybody's dressed up in black suits
Goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop
Why'd he have to die
Is the question that we're under
But everyone knows that everyday's a different number
So when your time comes, just remember g
You'll always have a place in this world as a memory
Especially my boys who passed away back in '92
Best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you
Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin'
Of how we hung in the clubs smokin' and drinkin'
Never missin' out on a hood fight
'cause ever-ee-day back in the hood we had a good fight
Everything is changed and people-r-lookin lonely
It's gonna be strange spendin' new year's eve without your homie
But ain't much that we can do
Except pour brew throughout the crew to make sure we all
remember you
And believe me it hurts
To see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt... dirt
Verse two： bushwick bill
Another homie got smoked but it's no surprise
Everybody's trippin cause the boy was to young to die
A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath
Everybody's trippin cause they can't accept my homeys death
Another killin' was reported on the evenin' news
Somebody's brother got killed behind a pair a shoes
In the midst of all this shit i think about my self
Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf
But i refuse to be another violent casualty
So when i'm rollin' i pack my pistol grip beside my knee
Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' can't win
When the people you think are your friends really ain't your
friends uh
And bushwick can't sleep
When everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six feet deep
Verse three： scarface
The pain that's deep inside of everybody grows
As they approach to see the body before the casket close
The person standin' nex' to me has snapped the flip
Once i seen the casket closed i knew that that was it
The whole entire family spoke on his defence
The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce
And durin' all the singing i broke down myself
When i looked and seen the family that my partner lef'
And then the choir broke into its final song
Thinkin' to myself the worst is yet to come
Everyone was headed for the final flight
As we creeped along the gravel on the burial sight
The director said his words and there was not a sound
As they lower my little partner inside the ground
Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top
And then they work alone with the concrete block and that's deep
Verse four： big mike
Alotta homies die
Alotta mothers cry
I watch tears fall down from their eyes
Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to take the
chance
They chose the music so they had to dance
Couldn't tell 'im nothin
Was a player, had ta have it
Got caught up in the game now ma boy's in the casket
And everybody's lookin' for somebody else to blame
Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang
We used to kick it on the ave at night
Comin' up tryin' to have the finer things in life
But now my boys gone, i wish he was at home
I wish he wouldn't a never fell victim to the clone
So when i drink a brew for you i pour some on the block son
You might be gone but you damn sure ain't forgotten
So on remember whenever or wherever
Dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that
7.Murder After Midnight
Big mike]
Niggaz busting caps on a sunday
I'm riding through the park with my white six bloody
Thinking 2 myself／what the fuck is this？
I grab my motherfuckin shit／load the clip and then i get
The extra hallow points out the box in the backseat
I can't believe these motherfuckers tried 2 x me
Once again i'm in the middle of some fuck shit
I busted a window
A dead nigger they left me stuck with
I grabbed my cellular phone and called my nigger face
Had 2 beep him - 911 he wasn't in his place
The phone rang i picked it up i heard what's up black？
'some hoe ass niggaz bust a cap and shot my nigga matt
They killed my nigga now them hoes are after me
Just dump the body and meet me over at the draft 'g'
7 o'clock i dumped the body now i'm changing cars
Getting up with face it's time to take them hoes 2 war
Called up billy 2 meet us on the south west
Bring a bag of buddha sinse and an xtra vest
And 2 fit the (？)vng 2 get this shit right
Cause there's about 2 be a murder after midnight
Say what？？？...
3 or 4 minutes 2 twelve o'clock, rolling in an undercover
hunting 4 an
(？)adrock
Let's hit the spot and find them hoes that tried 2 cap ya
Were they killers yeah, or were they tried 2 jack ya？
It's hard 2 tell we lost our boy behind this punk shit
And when we catch him we're gonna chuck him in the trunk (？)
swick
I give's a fuck about the sorry motherfucker
He crossed the family daddy's now i'm a make the nigga suffer
I'm rolling hard got my daddy's smith ＆ wesson
6 shots nigga played the 357
So keep your eyes peeled nigga we got 2 find them
We got some barrels protecting us
But keep a low pro cause they'll be expecting us
We spotted a 'z' off at quarter lane i'm killing the bitch
I don't know the man
Creeped up slow dropped the back window - yeah now what's up
hoe？
Let off a couple of shots but he had posse
The nigga came out the door and like just shot me
It didn't hit me cause i duck down
We jumped our ass out the car and turned that bitch into (？)
book town
I bring my gats 2 a fist fight and bust a cap in the bitch and
it ain't
Gotta
Be at midnight.
Eleven forty five i pull up on the set
With some down ass niggaz and a van full of gats
Jumped out fired up my philly had 2 bust some shots
Had 2 let them know bushwick bill is on the fucking block
Niggaz start hauling as i heard big mike calling
Jumped in the van slammed the door and started hauling
Ass around the corner catch the nigga who would ran
Oki jumped out and went 2 bust him once again- uh
Making niggaz take cover fast cause we was putting something on
they
Motherfuckin ass
Yeah, nine millimeter shells, twelve gauge pumps and shit
So nigga don't bother running for your trunk and shit
1-2-3-4 shots from the infra-red left 1-2-3-4 motherfuckers dead
And no witnesses in sight - all bido said is that it happened
after
Midnight.
8.Raise Up Bitch
Click click bang hehehe
I'm sick of niggaz trying to shoot the big six
But when the shit jumps off the nigga plays the big bitch
And that's the problem with the nation of blacks
Too slow with your motherfucking hands so you grab your gatts
And listen to the gangsta music
You got a glock-ten in your lap but you scared to use it
You's a motherfucking stud
Letting all your homies know you bought another gun
Suppose they tried to pack you
Dropped your dick in the dirt
And know exactly how to send it at you
Trying to work your way into the big clique
And that's the main reason young niggaz die quick
Living in this fast shit
And trying to have a bad bit
But what you niggaz know about a bank roll
Tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes
Think about it quick quick
And raise up bitch
Now the niggaz i run with are down brothers
And ready to die for a motherfucker
So when you want to step mate
I'm a bust you dead in your ass with this twelve gauge
I ain't your ordinary villain
Some niggaz was born dying i was born killing
So gather up your army g
'cos that's what it's going to take to stop a nigga like me
'cos i'm coming at you full force nigga
I hope you got some real niggaz on the trigger
'cos i be rolling like a hustler
And since you got gatts you better use them motherfuckers
Sparking nines at a drastic pace
Taking orders from a motherfucking basket case
So when my nine goes pop
Boy you better shit and get your ass up off the pot
(fuck 'em up) listen to my glock click
Now raise up bitch
So niggaz don't fuck with me
'cos i'm a run the whole ninety motherfucking three
And the rest of the years to come
So bitches bring it on if you motherfuckers want some
And i'm a break you off a big piece
'cos niggaz can't fuck with the big chief
Attention motherfuckers about face
Salute the one that the people call scarface
Still quick to hit them up, quick to get them up
Quick to not give a fuck
Never bringing the false shit
I left the mic for a year and i still ain't lost it
Still running them down, gunning them down
Yeah 'cos real niggaz going to clown
So put your crown on since you're bigger
And let me take care of my business nigga
The bigger the nigga the bigger the cap
The bigger the bullet the bigger the fucking gatt
So step up with that hoe shit
And i'm a empty the whole clip
Ain't no running like a rabbit
'cos i'm a let you motherfuckers have it
Let the motherfucker blast
And bring your hat to your motherfucking ass
'cos niggaz ain't true to it, you're new to it
And don't know what to do to it
But i ain't never had that kind of luck
If you're scared to bite the bullet then raise the fuck
9.Murder Avenue
Creeping down the hallway quiet as kept
The only sign of a murder was the blood on the foresteps
I stopped for a second to wipe it up
And threw the bloody towel in the garbage bag with her guts
Pretty as a picture her name was rosie
Had to kill the bitch cuz she was getting too fuckin nosey
A school hoe she attended u of h
A law student who was looking for a fuckin' case
But she was barking up the wrong tree g
Ay yo why in the hell did the bitch wanna fuck with me
Walking around my crib steady casin'
Askin' about the strange smells that were coming from my
basement
She asked one too many motherfuckin questions it was time
Somebody taught the stupid bitch a good lesson
I snuck in the house by the back door
It was like a scene from psycho
The bitch was in the shower
I rushed her quick so she wouldn't have a chance to holler
And said 'shut the fuck up hoe'
And slammed her motherfucking face against the cold floor
Struggling soaking wet
I gagged her mouth with a whole box of kotex
After i fucked her check out what i did
Slit her fucking stomach and watched her squeal like a pig
The shit was gruesome g i couldn't call it
I cut off her fingers and flushed them down the fuckin' toilet
And wrote my name on the wall like i usually do
To mark a murder hoe, yeah on murder avenue
More murder, more murder, more murder, yo
More murder, more murder, more murder, watch me hurt a hoe
More murder, more murder, more murder, nigga
More motherfucking murder gots ta pull the trigger
More murder, more murder, more murder, check it
A hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second
Gotta give it up for brigitte and ted brand new newly-weds
There's nothing i would love better than to have their fuckin'
heads
On a platter i watch them sonofabitches scatter
In broad daylight but yo it really didn't matter
I put my gin to their heads and said 'shut up'
The nigga was big i watched this big motherfucker nut up
On the rampage both of 'em got pistol-whipped
The 9 was bloody so i pulled out my pistol grip
The nigga was damn near dead
I grabbed the bitch by her head and told her 'spread your
fucking legs'
I placed the barrel of my 9 on her pearl tongue
And stuck a shell inside her pussy and said 'now ain't that
fun？'
She started to cry
I saw a tear fall from here eye i said 'bitch you must wanna
die'
I pulled the trigger of the gun back slowly
And shot up her nigga until he was full of holes g
The bitch was screaming with rage
I stamped on her motherfucking face until it caved in
'cos killing is so damn sweet
I saved the remains and used them later for ground meat
Being a lunatic i gotta do the lunatic
Gotta do man, yeah living on this avenue
More murder, more murder, more murder, yo
More murder, more murder, more murder, watch me hurt a hoe
More murder, more murder, more murder, nigga
More motherfucking murder gots ta pull the trigger
More murder, more murder, more murder, check it
A hundred and fifty seven thousand victims in a second
10.Straight Gangstaism
...when the fire dies down what the fuck you gonna do？
Damn it feels good to be a gansta...
Yeah, i take y'all way back
Seven years old,
I'm lookin' up to the ganstas in the hood,
'cause to me and my cousins yeah they represented good,
Even when we played cops and robbers on the block,
Nobody wanted to play the cop yeah,
'cause the cop was a pussy-ass bitch,
And if you played the cop, nigga you got your ass kicked!
I was a curious child,
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gansta style
The way they talk, the way they walk, the way they act,
The way they wore dat gansta hat,
Tilted, rim layed flat out,
Now that's the type a shit i'm talkin' about yeah,
Cigarette in one hand, drink in the other,
Leanin' to one side, cooler than a motherfucker,
With the ganstass nicknames,
Killin' boy, pokey, big joe, go-deal, lil lane,
True muthafuckin' mack daddies,
Bitch on the side, drivin' the '73 caddy,
Wid a chrome plated .357
Ready to send a muthafucka on a stairway to heaven,
I was fascinated, yeah
I let 'em influence me, and my momma hate it,
But she still gave me love,
'cause my momma understood,
That it was in my blood,
See i was a psycho,
And in a few mo' years she wouldn't have to worry about a
michael,
'cause i'll be makin' my own decisions, yeah
Comin' up fast, clockin' cash
Straight ganstaism
Yeah... uh... on and on and on and on and on... yeah... uh
Break it down
Uh
Like dat
Like dat
Yeah
Now is '93
I got a name fo' myself,
Made a little dough, played the cards i was dealt,
Didn't go fo' self, now i'm a g, huh
And every muthafuckin' body know me,
Niggas in the hood, all got love,
'cause they saw me raise up from a muthafuckin scrub,
And hoes that i know,
From way back befo'
They used to say no,
All wanna go to the hotel,
'cause they claim that they intrested,
And everybody talkin' about the shit that they wish they did,
But i surpassed all that,
They used to wanna know if i was down, now they don't ask all
that,
'cause they believin' what they seein'
A young nigga comin' up fast, yeah
Sittin' back as a youngsta, peepin' out ma folks,
Some were straight g's and some when not smoking dope,
I had to cope wid it, be a man and stay strong,
Even though some folks didn't think that i'd live long,
I watch grandpa shoot dice at the liquo' sto'
Gettin' licks in the dough ague and the big joe,
Walkin' out the door wid a gallon of jack,
Sellin' straight cess booze 'cause back then there weren't no
crack,
A matter fact, to this day,
I'm doin' shit like grandpa in every way,
I got my hustle on loc i ain't frontin'
Jus' a young nigga in this world tryin' ta have somethin' yeah
That's then you find and i know,
That's how i was raised and that's how i'm a go,
I dunno will i ever be a cell mate but i do know i'm never goin'
straight...
Gansterism
And the mutherfuckin' 9 to the deuce!
We got seag in the muthafuckin' house doe from oakland
We got big mike yeeahuh, fattey hattey yeeahuh
Bido in the muthafuckin' house, yeah
Uh the they can't fade it doe
I'm outta this beeyatch!
Z
11.Cereal Killer
Scarface：
Once upon a time at the honeycomb hideout
Sugarbear and mikey sat alone gettin fried out
Lucky walked in with this nigga name rice grain
Pulled out a knot and conjured up a dice game
Lucky looked at mikey and he said with a smile
Where's the silly rabbit i ain't seen him in a while
Mikey turned around and shook his head cause he ain't know
Probably trickin with this bitch from rocky road name cheerio
I'm trippin off this shit cauuse i ain't never seen it right
I'm feelin kind of leary cause i'm higher than a kite
The pipe has really got me on this other level
Its time to mark a murder
My victim's fruity pebbles
I'm killin any motherfucker jumpin in my mix
I'm out to get you pebbles, heard the bitch was turnin tricks
I'm packin up my shit
I'm longin for some？？？
Up ain't this a bitch face is on his way to bedrock
Shortly after gettin their i met up with this crook
Nearly cuttin the bitch in haly like some shredded mini wheats
I'm makin my escape
Sneakin out the back
Fuck i'm being spotted by some fag name apple jacks
I put it on his ass so he couldn't come back to key me
Bleedin like a heart, i guess he must have ate his wheaties
He used to kiss dicks with his partner special k
I never had respect for homosexuals anyway
I'm on my way to houston
Played it safe i road the ferry
And ran across this motherfuckin cop name frank in berry
He starin at a nigga had the looks as if he know me
He asked about the bear
I said yeah, the bear's my homey
The shit was kind of shady i was nervous from the jump
Arrivin at the docks got the word from captain crunch
Arrested for a murder, so now i'm thinkin shit
I didn't know that captain crunch was cookoo for this bitch
My trial came up and now i'm thinkin
The dried up situation needs a little bit of milk
I had a half a gallo and ？？ a nigga bought it
Reached and grabbed my spoon and made a motherfuckin run for it
I ate them up and washed them down with miller
Mr. scarface aka the cereal killer
12.This 's For You
Big mike：
This goes out to you h-o-es
Swangin on the nuts of us motherfuckin gs
You ain't never seen a nigga like me baby
Big mike aka big d d
Big dick daddy
Droppin you hoes in a sec
Bustin nut after nut on your motherfuckin back
If your nigga wants to make love to you, cool let a nigga know
Cause a nigga like myself just wana fuck you hoe
And if you don't want him to know i won't snitch
You can be his girl but you know you'll always be my bitch
My freak my hoe my tramp my moneymaker
Keep yo bitch right or a nigga like myself will take a smooth
Off the s-l-a-b
And why you trippin you know your bitch will be rollin with me
So to ladies and everyone throughout your crew
Give a smile in the mean watch out
This dick is for you
Chorus：
I, bitch i just want to fuck you
Dick, sucked the whole nigh through
Ass, licked as if i was a star
This dick is for you baby
Wherever you are, hey
Bushwick：
Bitches i scoop them up like jacks
Stack them like racks and send them home with their pussy off
tracks
Cause they be figuring me to be a light weight
But if it gets to be in the bed than that's ok
Cause when i get them, i'm doin damage to that pussy hole
Not only do i fuck the body, but i fuck the soul
What other nigga do you know that can handle this
Hijack the pussy from the back and dismantle it
It sounds kind of difficult, but it ain't
The only difficulty that occurs is when the pussy's stank
Cause then i'm a have to send you home and throw you in a ditch
Or leave you for the garbage man you unsanitary bitch
So spread your legs wide open boo
And let a nigga like me get down, cause this dick is for you
Chorus：
Scarface：
Bitches say i talk bad cause i'm real
And to me expressin myselfis tellin a bitch just how i feel
I had a couple of women in my life but yo
In 1992 i realized that they was hoes
Cause hoes will straight up do hoe shit
Bitches even more shit
And ladies will give you no shit
So i kicked back and played the hand that i was dealt
Pete gave me the mix and let these hookers play themself
Cause 80 percent of the bitches i meet ain't shit but money
bandits
I front like i'm givin them？？
To dickin that ass and leavin them standin
But for women, i got a better tactic cause i love them
They come to mr. brad cause their mistreated by their husbands
So i hook up shit to make it right
Just call me tonight
And i'll make sure that everything runs tight
Cause if he don't appreciate you boo
The way that i do
You need to let him run back to his crew
Cause he don't understand what you goin through
But regardless to who i screw
This dick is for you
Chorus：
13.Street Life
Up early in the morning lacin up my british knights
Throwin up my deuce sign, fuckin with the street life
Never knew no better cause my mommy never taught me
Going out to get the shit that mommy never bought me
Only ten years old and i can't stay away from trouble
But you don't give a fuck cause you ain't never had to struggle
And everybody's tellin me its get greater later
I need to get my shit right now, cause it ain't shit in my
refrigerator
And i done struggled for my whole life
Seeing my moma layed up with a different nigga everynight
And when you see me you can spot a crook
Cause i'm going through her motherfuckin pocket book
I'm going out to get my papes
Cause she don't give a fuck about me anyway
And my daddy's doing two terms
And all she ever does is sit around and get served
My mommy never hugs me
I'm callin deuce my family, cause these niggas say they love me
I'm steady dustin chumps off
And ready for the battle if the shit would ever jump off
So send my ass to hell
Its eithr being covered up with some dirt, or boxed in a cell
Anyway that's what it looks like
If i don't hurry up and get my ass up out the street life
Chorus：(spoken)
You know the streets is all i know
This is my way of survival
You know i've been dealt some bad cards
But i gots to play them
What else am i to do, look for a job？
But until them my family will starve and be broke
So i resort to the streets
As a source of income
I'm stuck here
I step out on my own block
And everyone's throwin up the deuce to little j-rock
And all my little homies that i hang with
Are either jackin, or mixed up with this gang shit
See it through reality
Never leavin the gang cause its the street life mentality
My homies got a proposition
Pulled the nigga off some change and said he'd help in my
position
So now i'm rollin with the ogs
Puttin in work for the jack, for some overseas
And maybe in a year or two
I'll be able to roll in a benz like the gangsta's do
Makin hoes ride dick
Cause that poor, broke ？？？
Ain't hittin ？？？ shit
I gotta lock my crew down
And sew this whole motherfucker up like the jews town
Develop us a strong click
Break my pops off some dope while he rot
Pops would like that shit
Seeing his little nigga on his own two
Doing shit i heard my pops used to do
A real nigga to this crime thang
And had it going on before his time came
I gots to get my shit right
Until my shit gets right
I'm rollin with the street life
Chorus：
You know what upsets me
Is when whitey sits back in they lavish homes and bmws
And tell me the streets ain't the place to be
See it from my prospective
Poverty strickin, livin on welfare
And the government cuttin that shorter every week
I'm shortin on education cause i'm black
The corner doesn't promise me a good life
But at least it shows me promise
Finally after shit got right
I'm wanting out of the gang cause i'm searchin for a new life
But i remember what was said
You come in alive the only way you leave out is dead
So i'm kinda fucked on both ends
I thought i had friends, but i ain't got no fuckin frinds
Cause if they were my friends they'd let me break
Outie five thousand fuck this shit, i'm packin my 38
But first i gotta stay down
Until it's time for me to punch it out and just lay it down
And that's a motherfuckin shame
Tonight i gotta spill another ride with my little gang
So slowly i walked up to it
With no hesitation i broke the window and jumped into it
Unhooked his shit and was headed off
I opened up the door that's what set it off
A nigga came out with a glock jack
And put a slug in my motherfuckin back
And my so called friends
Want me out of the gang cause they don't know if i'll walk again
Now tell me what's that deuce life
Fucked up myself for good cause i was wrapped up in the
14.Bring It On
Intro：
Bring it on
2low：
Cover your dome or feel the motherfuckin' glock
The problem child is in the house i'm lettin' off shots
Biggedy bang biggedy bang hit them motherfuckers dead
I'm down on this track and i'm about to get wreck
I'm comin' like a hustla never comin' busta
Blastin' around you hoes screamin' 'die motherfucka'
Never showin' mercy cause that shit is for the weak
I ？ put my glock and knock that nigga off his feet
A young nigga judge says i'm bigger
Step up with that bullshit and i'm a greet you with this trigger
Blastin' all you hoes to let you know how it feels
Fuckin' with the 5th ward psycho get your fuckin' dome peeled
Motherfucker bring it on
Seagram：
It's the seagster the major leagesta
Bitch deceiver nigga life or leaver
Oakland, hustler never been a buster
Make way for the nine try i'm comin' motherfucker
Straight from the 6-9 the final line village
Doin' more damage than an exxon spillage
Uh coward and that's that
I'm known to pack a gat and put heads on flap
No rehabilitating my trigger
Take a nigga out the ghetto but you can't take the ghetto out
the nigga
Ain't nothin' changed since the 70's
I'm hellbound bitch my life ain't never been heavenly
Never slippin' porno a nigga don't laugh
Game tight replace a niggas nights with a toe tag
Fazoo his ass and a zigga i'm the founder
Stackin' up bodies like jeffery dahlmer
Oh here comes the flow
Watch me as i tip toe to a niggas window with my m-6-0
Puttin' motherfuckers out they misery
And watchin' the murders reanacted on unsolved mysteries
Trick, coward ass pussy ass faggot
Six feet deep is where you sleep with the worms and the maggots
Nigga can't harm me
Rap-a-lot army comin' like desert storm
You've been warned but if you still want some nigga bring it on
Bandaid bandit of too much trouble：
15.Outro
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