Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scarface, artist - Geto Boys. Album song Uncut Dope, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 13.07.2010
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rap-A-Lot
Song language: English
Scarface |
I started small time, dope game, cocaine |
Pushin rocks on the block, I’m never broke, mayn |
Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard |
You try to school me, you’ll get fucked up with no regard |
Boy, don’t test me, cause I’m tired of teachin lessons |
So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you’re stressin |
Cause it ain’t nothin but the money flow in this camp |
And if you fuck me, you’ll forever wear a stamp |
So watch your back and prepare for the hitman |
Life of the black, and the Ak won’t take no shit, and |
You’ll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace |
On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface |
Crazy muthafucka from the street -- MC Ren |
(All I have in this world) |
(All I have in this world) |
(Balls) |
(Balls) |
(Balls) |
(Balls) |
I’m in the South Park, night falls, over the streets |
It’s gettin dark, Mike calls, he’s been beat |
Round up the posse, y’all, and bring the heat |
And when it’s over, all I want is bloody meat |
Boy done fuckin with me, John, man, I done told him |
So let’s just step out on the block and pd-roll him |
Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a war zone |
Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on |
Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game |
So raise up off of me, I show em I don’t joke, mayn |
Little Bill, grab your piece, pick em out |
Battle y’all in the street, let’s put some head out |
Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm |
Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam |
Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled |
Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led |
Yo, they don’t understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy |
Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy |
I shot my gun in the air as I left the place |
You’ll ask me why, but I don’t care, just call me Scarface |
(Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) |
(Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) -- Ice Cube |
Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it |
My girl came home, I told her shit had been |
Real fucked up, so girl, don’t push me |
She pulled her skirt up, and said, «He could need some pussy» |
I just sat back, my legs started shakin |
Now here’s another stupid bitch that I be breakin |
I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs |
Threw her down on the bed, and she said, «Fuck, yeah!» |
I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin |
Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin |
The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn’t bothered |
Cause all she said was, «Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!» |
I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin |
She wasn’t hangin, she was singin, «Brad, I’m comin!» |
Up and down, side to side, perfect timin |
I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin |
I was just about to nut, she got on top of me |
I heard a (*shot*) Now what the fuck? |
Somebody shot at me |
I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded |
Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded |
Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps |
I’m a taker, not a faker, I ain’t been took yet |
So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete |
Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat |
Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me? |
And I’mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me |
Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman |
I’ll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan |
He’s in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor |
I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, «What you front for?» |
He says, «I'm sorry, Ak, don’t kill me, I was jokin, griff» |
That’s why your boys are on my balcony and they’re frozen stiff |
The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, «You're a goner |
Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner» |
Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank |
Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy’s bank |
Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, «Stop it, freeze!» |
I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees |
Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, «Akshun, please!» |
I put my gun between his eyes, said, «Don't breathe» |
He took a breath, and he knew he’d breathe his last breath |
That’s 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death |
I had to leave everything I’d ever worked for |
But best believe, I won’t get sentenced for a drug war |
But maybe one day in the future I can come back |
But until then, I’m goin home, where I’m from, black |
Nobody knows my name, they’ll only know this face |
And ask my posse, they say, «We call him Scarface» |
Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn |
Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn |
It’s time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin |
We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn |
And we get the dope out there, mayn |
We fuck em up! |
And you muthafuckas thought I wasn’t gonna make a comeback, mayn |
I’m gonna tell you somethin, mayn |
I’m comin back, mayn |
Geto Boys |
And if you ain’t down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn |