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Mr. mr. scarface from walking down the block |
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Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks |
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Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends |
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And mr. mr. scarface went up the block again |
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(all i have in this world, all i have in this world |
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All i have, all i have, all i have in this world) |
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Ahh yeah, hah |
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Mr. scarface is back in the motherfuckin house once again! |
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Yea, droppin some of that new |
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Mr. scarface two, on your motherfuckin ass |
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So suck a nigga dick, or make a nigga rich |
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Or something, bitch |
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Verse one: |
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I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the background |
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Niggaz get beat when they step this is axe down |
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If you don't know, i recommend you check |
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And ask them motherfuckers, how many heads i put to rest |
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I play a game but the game ain't roulette |
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Slangin cane is the thang and i beat |
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That there's a lot of wannabe scarfaces |
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I've heard the name in ninety-nine different places |
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I'm here to squash it all original will speak |
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Scarface on your ass from the streets |
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I left my cut, in fear of a prison term |
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They wanna put me in a chair and let me burn |
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But go to prison on a murder rap, fuck that |
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I refuse to be a visitor in state's camp |
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So i broke and left behind all i worked for |
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Either that or be sentenced for a drug war |
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And many want to know why i've slowed up |
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It's either that or get fucked |
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Cause laws get happy on the trigger |
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Say fuck it put a cap in a nigga |
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But this ass ain't made for no caps homey |
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This ass says 'exit only' |
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So i get in the wind but hey |
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A nigga still sold a quarter everyday |
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I sat around for six months black |
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Waitin for the day to make a comeback |
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And now i'm ready for combat |
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Mr. scarface is back |
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Chorus: repeat 2x |
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(all i have in this world, all i have in this world |
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All i have, all i have, all i have in this world) |
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Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face |
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On the farilla my nigga just call me scarface |
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Verse two: |
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Aiyyo bido, drop that shit |
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Yeah, heh heh |
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Back in the south park, six o'clock on the dot |
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Checkin on my old rock spot |
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I seen the same old set |
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Heh, the small timers see me so they jet |
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Buildin one-twenty-eight |
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I got myself a bag and i can't wait |
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To cut em up small to make a profit |
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Niggaz on the cut short stop it |
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Fiends'll see em small then they go |
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Where, to see the motherfuckin pro |
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One nigga got pissed |
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And started reachin for his shit |
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Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool |
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Like i said before, you don't get a second chance dude |
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Unloaded on his ass he was hurt |
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Six shots put his dick in the dirt |
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Laid him out like a motherfuckin rug |
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Gettin pumped full of thirty-eight slugs |
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Some other niggaz stepped out y'all |
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Aww shit, i had to make a phone call |
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Hello? |
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Hay jay |
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Whassup? |
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I'm in a little trouble man |
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Where you at? |
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I'm out here in south park village |
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Stay right there, i'll be right on |
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C'mon let's take these motherfucers to war main |
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Jay called up some niggaz from the 5th ward |
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And came back with a motherfuckin hit squad |
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Motherfuckin uzi machine |
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Big chief packed an m-16 |
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Will and ak with a banana clip |
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And little bill had a god damn pistol grip |
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I hit a little laugh and got me a buzz |
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And that's about the time they got drugged |
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One more war took place |
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You can call me the shit started, or call me mr. scarface |
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Chorus |
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Verse three: |
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Damn, check this shit out |
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Later on, all alone, you know what happened next |
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Another bitch came by to give me sex |
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It was kind of strange i was thrown off |
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The last bitch got her head blown off |
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But fuck i ain'tsta pass up no pooty |
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She started strippin at the door, oh goody |
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I got in that ass with the quickness |
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Fuckin her down with the diznick |
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I didn't have to pretend i loved her |
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All she wanted me to do was just fuck her |
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So i gave it up to the lady |
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And all she said was 'fuck me baby, fuck me baby' |
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I started stroking in an outrage |
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The whole while i was starin at my twelve gauge |
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The bitch was makin noise i said i'm killin her |
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And all the while my dick was hard and he was still in her |
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I made a nut as she fell to the floor |
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I heard a knock on the front door |
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I grabbed the twelve gauge from the bed head |
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Who is it? (fred) who? |
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Who the fuck is fred, i stood by the door |
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By that time someone jumped in the window |
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Now what the fuck was i do? *bam bam bam* |
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The bitch packed a twenty-two |
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Hit him in his head, there she laid him |
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The nigga standin by the door i sprayed him *automatic fires* |
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And headed for the back |
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I seen that same old brown cadillac |
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It kinda fucked me up at first |
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Cause the nigga that drove that caddy rode away in a hearse |
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I opened up fire on the ride g |
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Who i was shootin for was standin right behind me |
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I had a double barrel pointed at my ass |
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Could this be the end of mr. brad? |
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I don't know what happened to the slut |
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Well that's about the time the closet door it opened up |
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*kicked open* on your ass trick! |
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I'll be damned if i go out like the last bitch! |
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Heh, five-oh's on my ass main |
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They know me by the face, but they don't know my last name |
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Now i'm back on the case |
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Yeah, just call me mr. scarface |
