| Scarface:
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| Niggas hangin' deep on the cut
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| Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
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| Ain’t shit changed in my hood since '86
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| In 1987 I was swore into the clique
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| All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
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| And all the real gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
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| Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
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| Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof
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| Car down crush bustin' fresh paint
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| Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank
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| All of my niggas they had a truck load of dope
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| Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat
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| It’s 1993 new bounds are being broken
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| If you ain’t bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
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| Cause I remember back when the nigga had green
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| Seen him at the pipes and now the nigga is just a dope fiend
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| Funny how a nigga, sold a key or two
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| Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he remember you
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| Everythings cool I’m the niggas man
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| Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a nigga hand
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| But I just walked away and left his shit to hang
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| Cause back in the game I had a motherfuckin' thang
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| And that’s why I walk with my hands on my dick
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| A nigga say «What's up?»
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| I look around and I say «This!»
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| And I could give a fuck if the nigga gets pissed
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| Cause if he wants a chunk I’m a get up in his shit
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| Scarface:
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| Creepin' comin' up a yellow stonin'
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| Put my shit in park and drunk a St. Ises with my homey
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| Reminisced on fast times past times and shit
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| Smokin' on some bud I came acroos my nigga Kick
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| I gave my boy some dap and asked him what’s the haps
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| Chillin' with this girl and a gat across his laps
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| I knew he had some drama I didn’t even have to ask it
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| Now where were them bitches at it’s time to kick some asses
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| He told what had happened and now I’m thinkin' «fuck»
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| I’m callin' up South Acres it’s time to get 'em up
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| My motherfuckin' neighborhood is quick to get with static
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| Never showin' fear cause these niggas never had it
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| Everybody’s trapped, quick to go to war
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| Quick to kill your ass quick to jack your car
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| So if you see some shit then I suggest you punch it
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| Cause what’s about to happen you may not be able to stomach
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| Killers killers killers steady smokin' fry
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| So nigga lay it down or die motherfuckers die
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| Fuckin' with my family you dick is in the paint
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| So don’t think that it’s shit cause niggero it ain’t
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| Shit to break 'em off I’m breakin' 'em off with chunks
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| Siggedy south iggedy acres ain’t no motherfuckin' punks
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| And drive-by shootin' ain’t the motherfuckin' shit
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| Cause niggas plot hits after motherfuckin' hits
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| Killin' you ass for kicks doin' shit for the murder
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| And since you want me to die you gots to die cause you deserve ta
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| Now here take this motherfuckin' slug (bang)
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| Cause fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged
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| Mister mister Face the hardest nigga being heard
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| Cause all I have in this world is my balls and my word
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| I’m sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit
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| Until you face to face wiith Scarface you ain’t done shit
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| I’m killin' off you mark ass niggas with a slug from a Glock motherfuckers
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| I’m a born killer, I really thought you knew bitch
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| I’m slappin' hoes and cappin' fools
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| It ain’t shit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song It Aint, artist - Geto Boys. Album song Til Death Do Us Part (Screwed), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп