Альбом Scarface

Yo 'Face, let's set it off
{*gunshot*}

[Scarface]
It was the day that hell had broke loose, demons in the sky with the {?}
Take over the heavens and burn it over
It's darker than the hearts of men, but I ain't scared cause I'm a soldier
I walk with my weapon across my shoulder
Refuse to live, yet impossible for me to say I'd rather die
Cause I'm a killer with the devil's eye (uh-huh)
I want the world to feel my heart, my heart, my set, my set
And these niggaz who contested me regret that
Poisonin my own breed to terminate yo' offerin
And may they die young and never live to cause {?}
I'm just wrapped up inside a homicidal mindstate
Destined to outrun the time it takes to catch fate
The day that shall come, that thou shalt be done
The day that I run 'til then I smile with the gun
Let off a shot and make the whole world hear it
Murder, I've written in blood, y'all fear it

[Outro]
As I walk through the valley of death I shall
Fear no man but God

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[Scarface]
Niggaz forget about the streets but when they rap they songs
They claim they tote the heat, they quick to clap they guns
In interviews be braggin bout the crack they slung
But when it's war, these cowards never blast, they run
The fuck you think you foolin dog? I live this shit
I know it when niggaz fake it - I live this shit
You can front it all you want but when yo ass gets hot
Then you can rest assured nigga - yo ass gets got
I'm sayin that to say this - I can plot those hits
I'm connected in every city on capo shit
I ain't even gotta say these niggaz know my ties
A nigga made, therefore whoever cross gon die
Money changin motherfuckers, makin hoes grow nuts
You a bad motherfucker, you don't give no fuck
Let me snap you back to reality dude, shit's real
You a target, niggaz in Houston want you killed
Facemob until it's over, Southside the pipes
Dirty Third in this bitch, J. Prince for life
Dedicated to these niggaz live and breathe that shit
Let the real niggaz shout it out, scream that shit

[Chorus - Scarface]
I never snitch, I never lie
I'm not a bitch, I rather die
Can't nothin change me, not even time
I make the money, money don't make me a dime [x2]

[Beanie Siegel]
Facemob! Yeah
B. Sieg baby, I'm back up in this bitch like what
Fresh out the pen, once again I'm here to grab my nuts
I am hell for real - you doubt it nigga? call my bluff
Only respect men that's real, you coward rat-ass fucks
Who raised you niggaz? Yo father probably hate yo guts
Mad he didn't double up, and that Lifestyle bust
Ya lifestyle fucked, ya duckin, every corner tryna clap at you
Plus fuck ya mother, the bitch ain't shit for havin you
What? If you don't like what I'm sayin, fuck ya attitude
Same lame probably showed these rap niggaz gratitude
Huh, happy they ain't snitch on you
Must I remind yo monkey ass what a bitch might do?
They act like they got yo back to infiltrate yo rest
Then have you talkin (Through The Wire) like Kanye West
To all my real niggaz trapped homey, mind yo tongues
Cuz these cowards comin home after firin they ones (?)
I never snitch

[Chorus x2]

[The Game]
Snitch niggaz, bitch niggaz, they all the same face
No matter what hole you crawl in, nigga you ain't safe
All you niggaz is rats, nicknamed Jake
Sam, Curtis or Alpo belong in the same place
A penitentary cell block gettin gang raped
Coward motherfucker, now tell me how my name taste
I leave you bleedin like ya period came late
Red bandana on, call that my Game Face
Niggaz come in all shapes
Some snitches wear Reeboks, some wear Bathing Apes
Sometimes they Crip niggaz, other times Piru
And some snitch niggaz look just like you
I promise to never snitch, like some of my homies
G-Rock, B-Mase, and O.G. Tony
Before I have the police run in ya house
I kiss my son on the cheek and put the gun in my mouth, motherfuckers

[Chorus to fade]

[Z-Ro]
"King of Da Ghetto," whassup 'Face, big homey

I greet the Father on my knees, with a bowed head and humbled heart
My conversation is have mercy on me please
I just wanna be happy will it come to pass
Fresh out of my mind, been 27 years and every day I've seen is sad
Even though I've tried 'til I've cried I can't even stand
Feels like I've died a thousand times but just can't make it man
Ain't nuttin different about me doin dirt
Except I've never crept up on a come up maybe that's why the hustlin hurts
I remember just like it was yesterday I'm 16
Can't find no love can't find no peace I wonder what it means
Could it be because I didn't choose the devil all the time
I became an outcast to the hood, restricted to my rhyme
Where I could not just live my life without my talent makin danger
Jealousy is now state jail from friends that turned to strangers
They hate me, I don't understand why
I swear I never seen a man cry, 'til it was my own eye

[Z-Ro]
I'm 21 and think I finally got a grip on life
And how bills pay the apartment, a step-son and a step-wife
But without a vehicle it's kinda hard to get around
If I got weed I ride for free if not my partners let me down
So now I'm livin to be one deep so much I'm hatin people
Lookin at everybody, even babies like they Satan people
Nobody understand me, everybody's trippin with me
Wonder why when I gotta ride when none of my people flippin with me
Too many haters tryin to take a player off his game
Not tryin to be ballerific, I'm just tryin to have some thangs
They're just like crabs in a bucket, these people pull me down
If I didn't have so many obstacles think where I could be now
On MTV or BET or in some magazine
Instead I'm stressin, hooked on codeine, headed to tragedy
Sometimes I think it's better just to die
Because I never seen a man cry, 'til it was my own eye

[Z-Ro]
(What's happenin now)
In the year two thousand (six) ain't nothin changed for Ro
12 albums strong, lookin for dough and yet I'm still po'
Now I done had and I done lost and I done had again
On the verge of suicide, I deeply wish I had a friend
But even still a good samaritan is Z-Ro's way
And with that Christian attitude I caught a homeboy case
I done took too many blows, a punchin bag is how I feel
The deep depression starts to set, sanity's outta here
I start my mission tryin to find my fate
CDC #4 in name I'm feelin oh-so-helpless in this place
I want revenge it's heavy on my mind but ain't central
Say don't fight evil with evil, try to relax and do yo' time
I heard a voice say there wasn't no need in actin up
Realized I wasn't at peace with God and had to patch it up
Hopin that blessings fall out of the sky
Z-Ro ain't never seen a man cry until it was his own eye

[Talking]
That's a set back, you know I'm saying man
Lil' Red, way back in the motherfucking cut man
Nigga was like shit nigga, I was like what come on man

[Scarface]
Street lights are glowing, everyday's another struggle
And moving slowly in silence, steady making sho' my hustle
Is air tight, these city streets is hectic gotta get it here
Tomorrow ain't a promise to me, so I don't live in fear
I work until I touch it, stack it until I need it
I spend it on what I want, re-up and that's when I bleed it
The soldier could never see me, as being some'ing that's lesser
A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered without a question
Product of my surroundings, click it clack it and and down him
All they know is he missing, but niggaz ain't never found him
I'm sorry but still in yet, I don't live it on regrets
I'm a motherfucking killer, for realer this ain't a threat
I'm as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live your life
And never when niggaz might, hit you under city lights
So get it right (never know)
You never know when niggaz might, hit you under city lights get it right

[Hook - 2x]
Lord forgive me, cause I know I ain't living right
Still I gotta make some'ing happen, under them street lights
But pay attention, let me show you what my life like
You can get your days cut short, under them street lights

[Yung Redd]
Them folks got me under the scope, cause I ain't living right
Still I ain't the one to provoke, dog you get it right
20 inch shoes when I cruise, under them city lights
Careful with the road I choose, cause you can lose your life
I'm praying and hoping, I never get caught in the moment
Shot from a glock, that's smoking from not scoping
When a nigga told me, you don't work you don't eat
So I'm slanging thangs for cheap, where the streets lights meet
And my pop, was a rolling stone
15 I was grown, 16 I was holding my own
Is it wrong to sell you a dream, or sell you a zone
A long way from home, on this road I roam
Still I'm po'ing the liquor, for niggaz who ain't with us
Ery'body ain't a gangsta, every nigga ain't a killa
Naw but them laws, couldn't tell ya the difference
So pay attention, or find yourself locked in prison this ain't living man

[Hook - 2x]

[Lil Ron]
Years have passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic
Two days ago, my homegirl got blasted
That's tragic, happened right on my block
I'm feeling paranoid, laws might run in my spot
So I'm living low key, and them folks don't know me
Slowly I ride through the city, stack mo' cheese
Then I slide out, to the hideout and smoke on
Haters watching, my chest is froze like a snow-cone
But hold on, trash talking ain't my game
Rather pimp me a dame, or switch lanes in a Range
Peep this it ain't a secret, them laws ain't right
They like to catch a late night, living the life
That's why I'm on top of my game, always thinking twice
Don't get it twisted, I still got a mean right
But most of the time, my nigga I'm on chill
It's real in the field, it's easy to get killed

[Hook - 2x]

[Intro]
Ghetto slave, U.T.P.
Ya heard me? Aiyyo Nick, show 'em

Everything was gravy 'til the hurricane popped up
Then the levees broke and had the whole city stopped up
Then it got hectic, everybody split up
But a lot of us sittin in Texas nigga we out'chea
Downtown, we out'chea, uptown, we out'chea
Niggaz that stayed home, you think they dead? Out'chea
Heron City, all bustin heads, out'chea
Niggaz with real charges duckin feds? Yo we out'chea

[Verse One]
Most likely you saw Eazy in Texas
Trashback his brass real fast for a Lexus
The Southwest side, best to be seen
Tuesday night break his ass shake and sip the lean
And if not, catch us on the Northside, take 610
59 it's a short ride, holla somethin out'chea
Whylin in the front with the blunts cause we out'chea
Hopin they don't have to figure out what we bout'chea

[Chorus]
3rd Ward, 4th Ward, 5th Ward - we out'chea
6th Ward, 7th Ward, 8th Ward - we out'chea
9th Ward, 10th Ward, 11th Ward - we out'chea
12th Ward, 13th, 17th - we out'chea

[Verse Two]
I ran up into Barstow, took the nursing home bus
The feds pulled us over but they didn't really fuck with us
Causeway to I-10, bad roads, Lafeyette
?? took a two month rest
Went from the shorts to the projects, the ones in the hilltop
I like it in the hood but that wasn't my bus stop
I made it out to Dallas, mob pimpin, sippin lean
Saw some niggaz from the home team, that I ain't seen
in a month or two, fucked up a blunt or two
But I left, cause I gotta do, what I gotta do
E hit me hard as I'm jettin, it was powerful
Now I'm out of Houston, and Crophead's been doin our producin (yeah)

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Yeah I'm in Houston but you know that
Nigga like me, old school, new always like a throwback
And when they build it I'ma go back
For now I'm out'chea, you ain't seen the FUCK YOU on my do'mat?
You read my license plate, mad motherfucker
So you know the driver is a bad motherfucker
Swerved on the A-Town, exit off the {?}
Plus my homey from the hood done relocated uphill
And he tellin me, how good that the weed is
The numbers on the hustle, and how we both can bleed it
I'm addin it up and it's just like what I needed
The sweetest hustle ever, of a hustle if I seen it

[Chorus]

[Scarface ad libs..]

..."let me spit some game to ya"...

[Verse 1]
You gotta war on drugs
well every other day a nigga dies
you showed yours, now let me show you mine
bring the six o'clock news
and let me walk 'em in my shoes
through what you call the inner city
and what I call the blues
I'm broke here, and I ain't wainting on a call
from a resturaunt to bust tables
when Petie's got a job
making 35 a week and all he do is run the streets
this nigga always caked up
chromed out and draped up
constantly telling me we need to get this paper
I'm getting skinny and it's he who get my weight up
straight up
and plus I'm tired of missing meals
so I paid the man a visit...

[Petie] "What's the goddamn deal?
It's good to see you dog
I thought you might've choked up
respect and money, well I can get you both of 'em"

[Face] ...I went inside, watching him break it down
when he was finished he handed a nigga nine
a nine milimeter, nine zips
said if I sold each one for nine, I'd have grip
I hesitated, I ain't never sold a stone
I done seen it fuck the hood up
plus all my niggaz gone
and they ain't never coming out
so with that in consideration
I took the package and bounced
I'm headed home, dazing out in a zone
eyes on my luggage, I'm abouts to get it on
get to the house, spread it all on the couch
getting this bank what it's about

[Hook]
That's how a nigga made
they got a nigga paid
I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave

Get money everyday
it ain't no other way
that's how it is until they put me in a grave

[Verse 2]
I'm in the living room looking at the news
got a razor and some zipper baggies
about to do the fool
cutting hundred dollar slabs
wholesaling niggaz halves
getting money like a muthafucka
serivng niggaz bags
got the blocks all blowed up
the whole hood smoking
got a pistol I ain't shot yet
so dude's wide open for it
I'm just a youngster, I ain't done it, but I will
'cause I was taught you got to get it
so I get it how I live
Finna get my ma a crib, she ain't working
so I'm forced to win the bread for the household
'cause dad was no support
often in and out of court, caught a case out of town
got a body on his conscience, but nobody made a sound
he was going through the motions
he gonna probably beat the case
still I get down on my knees
and beg the Lord to let him raise
get up and get my workers out
supply 'em with the goods
give instructions to the goons
to come up out the hood
I ain't gotta pay the fronters
so I'm finally finna raise
'cause the bottom line is this homie
you gotta get paid

[Hook]
That's how a nigga made
they got a nigga paid
I'm a muthafuckin' jacker not a slave

Get money everyday
it ain't no other way
that's how it is until they put me in a grave
I never learned a trade
I fuck with chess and spades
the only other game a nigga learned to play was
working hopping yay
'cause kissing ass was gay
I'm on my business, I want money like I'm jade

[Verse 3]
I'm the nigga in the hood
these little homies wanna be like
I got when shit was good
but now-a-days off in this street life
these niggaz switch it on you
quick to put you in the crosses
now he standing in your crib
and got a pistol in your mouth
that's your muthafuckin' boy
he popped you and popped your broad
now he headed to the closet
and he about to take it all
so watch your muthafuckin' friends
'cause them the ones that sell you out
ain't no future in being loyal
when niggaz see you want the top
jealous hearted muthafuckas
always quick to say you hating
I don't want another homie dog
he swallowed that and chased it
you can make it like I made it
I think it's best you do it dolo (solo)
that way niggaz can't say shit about you
when talking to the po-po
oh yo, you know that dude that fronted me my come up
I caught him coming out the neighborhood
and had him done up
that's why I'm skeptic
when it comes to different faces
'cause I know I got it coming
but 'til then, I'll get my bank, shit

[more ad libs]

..."fuck you think this is?"...

..."more food for thought"...

..."that's how this shit go
muthafucka been foolin' you, fuckin' with you
all your muthafucking life
and he the muthafucka talking to the people
you know...get that nigga ass outta here"...

..."I ride by my muthafucking self"...

..."look for me"...

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[Lil' Flip]
Uh uhh, Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip)
I'm hoppin out in a Fendi suit, I got DVD's in my Bentley Coupe
I got hoes that's 22; they buy me clothes and tennis shoes
I'm so throwed when it come to hoes
Before I get they phone number they come outta they clothes
I might take 'em to Pappadeaux's, but only if she a proper hoe
I got a 'llac (what kind) a Cadillac Escalade
I'm wearin Jordans (which ones) the very first ones made
I got a watch (what kind) a iced-out Cartier
I got a Roley but that's somethin that I hardly wear
I'm Lil' Flip, the coldest freestyle ever
Since day one I was programmed to get this cheddar

[Chorus]
Who you drive, platinum cars, who you pull, platinum stars
Do you write, platinum bars, platinum teeth, inside your jaws
Diamond gon' rock my platinum wrist, platinum toilet to take a ish
Gold is gold, and platinum is happenin so, wodie watch this

[Chamillionaire]
Yeahh, aiy
It's Koopa
Got a greenback, stack in my palm
I come in a Yukon black with alarm
Ice on the arm and a plat-i-num charm
And you pro'lly had a thought about jackin it - naw!
Of course you didn't nigga the force is hittin
Behind the throwback I show that the boys is trippin
Beam me up Scotty, yeah the force'll lift him
Top on the drop yeah of course it's missin
... Don't want her man to know
That I'ma hit when I'm finished I'ma hand the hoe
back to her man befo', he even have to know
A weddin ring - ain't somethin I'ma hand a hoe
Do money grow on trees? Nigga the answer's no
I treat G's like seeds, get a grand to grow
Car lookin like the zoo in a candy sto'
Alligator on the flo' with a candy do'
Can't stand me no, cause I'm havin dough
I keep a tune on me just like a mechanic flow
You ain't gettin paper what you up in the game for?
Gettin paper now, couldn't be a complainer
Trunk lift up at a acute angle
Isoceles triangle pokin outta my swanger
Chain cost me 10 G's
Independent, no label could pimp me
So it really ain't a thing you could get free
Unless you tryin to get them chains off of Pimp C
We, jammin U.G.K. you see the jewelry, ay
Cover your eyes it'll blind like a UV ray
Stay throwed in the game, holdin the grain (yeah)
Ice and the white gold in my chain
Raisin my trunk and showin my bang
Hoes on the swangs while the do's color change
Nah I won't let the change go to my brain
Respect better be somethin that you hopin to gain
You gon' mess around and get choked wit'cha chain
Now Flip, Bun and Chamillionaire controllin in the game

[Chorus]

[Bun B]
U (Under), G (Ground), K (Kings)
Bitch I'm that King of the underground, and the Pope of Port Arthur
Keep that fire heat on ya street, and the meat in your daughter
Got no love for a hater, got no hate for a lover
Just distrubute my pollution, keepin weight undercover
My brother, now we back up on the block again
I got them rocks again, and them blocks again, until the cops come in
But see they better bring the SWAT my friend
Because I promise that we not runnin
Nigga we gon' be here all day, posted in this hallway
Keep them cluckers comin in cause we gon' serve 'em all yay
Them nickles and dimes and quarters; that powder the rock you a-boughta
Mo' dope than we oughta, nigga we turnin your projects into The Carter
Got automatic starters, for they automatics choppers
And the Texas boy'll automatically break you off somethin proper
I knock off a bopper, break down a bird and bust me a flow
I'm down with the Pimp and the Prince, from now ever since
You don't like it you must be a hoe, so

[Chorus]

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[Intro]
Playa.. Face Mob got fiyah!
(Squab, wit de bumba claat, wanna run up on me)

[Chorus]
Pass the itchy to the lefthand side
Fuckin wit me fi sho' the niggy gon' die
Don't miss ya water 'til ya well run dry
Pass the itchy to the lefthand side

[Scarface]
See now slang don't stop, my game come cocked
Scarface back at'cha fin' to lock down your block
Easy now lil' homey you don't wanna start static
Cause you know I come equipped I got niggaz with automatics
And these niggaz they keep they game face on
Have your momma singin the same ol' song
Of how you lived so fast and you died, so wrong
But since you ready to ride then come on
Gangsta, live it breathe it and shit it
Makin for motherfuckin sure you don't forget it
I'm a Southside rider, anybody killer
Guarantee ya don't wanna fuck with this nigga
Now, who wanna test me then come on come test
Fuckin with me nigga you fuckin with the best
Grab ahold to the tec, put a hole in your chest
Grab your ass by the neck then lay your soul to rest

[Chorus] - 2X

[Scarface]
I been be's on a nigga, put these on a nigga
Squeeze on a nigga, now ease on nigga
'Fore you get peed on nigga, you know what I'm about
I'm a nigga from the ghetto, comin straight out the South
Keep my name out your mouth, 'fore I pop up at your house
Put a bullet in your spouse and set a flame and bounce
I'm the wrong nigga to deal with, cause I be on some real shit
Worst one to play with, so careful what you say bitch
Y'all be on some gay shit, my heart pump the G shit
Don't start shit won't be shit, cause I'll expose your weakness
With a gun at the playground, makin niggaz lay down
And your ass like stay down, the fuck you gotta say now?
Niggaz is silent when the pistol's in they face
And the barrel's in they teeth and they breathin the oily taste
And the reaper's standin over ya heavin can hardly wait
For the heathen to squeeze it and leave you leanin on the gates

[Chorus] - 2X

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[Intro: Scarface talking]
oooohh, yo Vice drop this heat dog, ugh
hit the bass line, yo Vice what you're doin' man
straight up, ugh

[Verse 1: Scarface]
I'm too deep to quit, and too strick to fold
and you need to split nigga G into code
come on, these years to teach, homey speak to know it
bodybag what we're talkin' about, you weak, you row
the game is overcrowded so we fight for space
neighbourhood show the hustle, still we grind to win
tryin' to find a way, to come up on 2 pounds of yay
and double up it, ain't never happened touch it
a lot of niggaz focued on they candy paints
and that was in the grills, steering wheels and grand
but I ain't trippin' out here, flippin' I just need to thank
money miny, yo all the mission tryin' to steal me bank
ride and homicides we get it, fuck it, peepin' in horn
killin' all these pussy niggaz think they keepin' in God
Pistol cocked on the block and all they fearin' is death
then again nigga, roaddog you feelin' me yet
so if I die, I'm tryin' to get it mamma, barely deed
and pray to God that he kept this spot hell me
sad as fuck, what the nigga stuck down the raw
bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the troup
here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule
and if live like the gold fiend then you'd do what they do
I'm on my own limits sold buck words
all alone in the ghetto, deep in weed, sweat in Jelly Nose
worrey eyes, you either do it or you die
crimin' in flood, ridin' your blood, cause this is your life...

[Chorus: Johnny P]
our golden law, now foes or friends
I'm on my own, no hoes, no ends
I been smillin' but I can't innovate
I feel that hurt but I can't explain it
I have been around with a player or two
and still ??Hurricane can be, ??
?? loose when you pumped the face
real nigga blues and it hold your aims
you're bold or fold no in betweens
console your seems don't blow your creams
also don't you loose your dreams
this is my life, this is my life

[Verse 2: Willie D]
I just got word: my uncle done died
but ain't no tears on my face cause I done already cried
I been here before, dead to me is not new
my heart safe it, mamma don't, cops too
I got my best to get my purpose to the Lord
but sometimes this shit be fuckin' with me hard
and I'm heartless, I'm a kid again
lookin' out my window watchin' niggaz get murdered
in college worked the parties, step with??, drink ??
just to get through the night
go to school only the anchor stomach givin' you fight
cause sure there were fights and I was bustin' like a the sun bitch
the smartest nigga on the block live in ??kick
the convicts with worry ?? hard to ?? to the tails
searchin' for heaven and livin' in hell
they say I'm wrong for teaches this on
fuck what you believe, can't heal by myself
that's the way I'm livin', this is my life

[Chorus: Johnny P]
our golden law, now foes or friends
I'm on my own, no hoes, no ends
I been smillin' but I can't innovate
I feel that hurt but I can't explain it
I have been around with a player or two
and still ??Hurricane can be, ??
?? loose when you pumped the face
real nigga blues and it hold your aims
you're bold or fold no in betweens
console your seems don't blow your creams
also don't you loose your dreams
this is my life, this is my life

[Verse 3: Bushwick Bill]
I only got one eye but I see things ever so clear
been acquainted with death but I never know fear
I still roll to spots, cats scared to go there
if it's a heaven for a G, if not, prepare to go there
I live for today and not promise tommorrow
smoke weed and set lead and try to dry my sorrows
in this game of life ain't no rules to follow
and if I come to lie for them it's a hard heal to swallow
I'm still the smallest cat with the biggest rep in H-Town
stress in my life is gettin' hard to take down
havin' visions of cats rollin' in my weight now
it feels like I'm about to have a nervous break down
it takes a big man to share this pride
tryin' to get my soul right and put the brain inside
y'all niggaz are so scared to ride
they got it from Still I alive to Why I Feel So bad inside
this is my life....

[Chorus: Johnny P]
our golden law, now foes or friends
I'm on my own, no hoes, no ends
I been smillin' but I can't innovate
I feel that hurt but I can't explain it
I have been around with a player or two
and still ??Hurricane can be, ??
?? loose when you pumped the face
real nigga blues and it hold your aims
you're bold or fold no in betweens
console your seems don't blow your creams
also don't you loose your dreams
this is my life, this is my life