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Scarface
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[VERSE 1]
Ah shit.. Im sick of niggas jumpin up with choppers
Runnin for your shit, tryin to make another nigga stop ya
But its on cause you up against a real nigga
I steal niggas and kill niggas, Im the real nigga
You up against a motherfucker with a quick temper
Im a born killer, in case you dont remember
I got my pistol but I got a different clip in it
Click-click, motherfuckers, can you get with it?
You aint the nigga that you thought you was, fool
And now Im after that ass on the cool
Its all about survival of the fittest
Nigga, you shouldnta did this
And now I gots to handle my business
I got to get your ass up out the picture
I aint the nigga you wanna fuck with
Motherfucker, I wouldnt bullshit ya
Now look at what you stuck with
The last nigga in this motherfuckin world you shoulda fucked with
Im leavin niggas in bodybags
You shouldnta fucked with the Brad
You punk motherfucker, Im comin agg
[VERSE 2]
Mr., Mr. Scarface for the nine-trey
Niggas packin nines, fuck you, bitch, I pack an A.K.
Fully automatic for you hoes who wanna jack this
S.A. fool, and Ima put you on your back, bitch
Aint no half-steppin, Im comin at you rough-like
Shootin to kill cause back in school I had enough fights
to never wanna put my knuckles up against a niggas head
So you can sling em all you want, but motherfucker I be slingin lead
Cause like I said befo Im a motherfuckin dreadlock
Puttin fools in headlocks, givin niggas headshots
And everybody in your motherfuckin area
Is tryin to scrap up some money, so they can help to bury ya
But I can give a motherfuck about your family
Because your family aint my fuckin family
You shoulda thought before you stepped to tha
Nigga in black standin right here next to ya
Im stoppin muthafuckers from breathin
Just gimme a reason and Ima be squeezin
The trigger of this motherfuckin glock, pop-pop until you drop
From these motherfuckin gunshots
And leave your whole fuckin family sad
Dont fuck with the Brad, motherfucker
Cause Brads comin agg
[VERSE 3]
Where the cocksuckers at, where the cocksuckers at?
(Where they at? Where they at?) (There they go) at my gat
Cause Im about to heat up like a vet
Chop shit down on your set and then jet
And smash off in my soap box
Cause Im down for the dirt and motherfuckas said it dont stop
Now which one of you hoes wanna fuck
Make your way to your truck
I wanna see the way that you jump
Cause by the time you get your keys
Im lettin loose, motherfucker, lay em down, nigga, and get these
It aint shit for me to watch em fly
So die, motherfuckers, die, motherfuckers, die, die
I aint no motherfuckin good guy, dog
And I dont give a good guy damn about none of yall
Im from the state of the motherfuckin gunslingers
Knockin dicks in the dirt with just this one finger
So get your ass caught up in this gangsta shit
And Ima try my best to make it stank, you bitch
Plus you comin with that fake drag
You fallin dead on your ass, you motherfucker
Im comin agg
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