Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Scars [Dirty] (featuring Median & Joe Scudda), artist - Rapper Big Pooh. Album song Strongest Man/Scars/Theme Music, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.09.2005
Record label: 6 Hole
Song language: English
Scars [Dirty] (featuring Median & Joe Scudda) |
Uh, Rapper Pooh, 9th Wonder |
Joe Scudda, Median |
Topshop, you know how we do |
For real, yo, check it out now |
Whoa, let’s take a walk through my life |
Pops ain’t love me, moms tried to raise me right |
Two younger sisters and an older brother like |
You gotta be nice when you fight |
You better think twice when you fight cause you playing with a life |
And some niggas get trife when you playing with their life |
And they go for their knife or they bust at you twice |
Or they take it to your crib and put a couple in your wife |
Or your kids or whomever, whenever they can get it |
They can get it right now for a couple of them digits |
Really, but beef gets sliced from bullshit silly |
Clowns in the club, clowns out in pub |
A lick get drilled quick and plugged quick |
For popping lip up in gums talking reckless and shit |
Get that beef cooked up like some breakfast and shit |
Jimmy Dean bright and early, scrambled eggs and grits |
Got that toast buttered up ready to serve you quick |
Pacing back and forth, parking lot looking real thick |
In the midst of some chicks on the prowl for dick |
Young scrapper got a point to prove, that his nuts is big |
And everything that he say he live |
And everything that he speak he did |
And everything that he clutch is big |
In the middle of the time, went up and touched the kid, off he slid |
Pooh hold up, niggas thought that I was bullshittin? |
Let me find out y’all hating on the League like stool pigeons |
You couldn’t sense that it was bigger than the lyrics? |
How I fight and draw pictures like Antwan Fischer |
Take control of the board like Bobby Fischer |
Make pawns come and get ya, assassinate ya like a bishop |
Niggas couldn’t feel the spirit in here? |
How it either draw you nearer or make you fear it in here |
Come on, you couldn’t sense from the reflection of my women? |
See the soldiers in my sisters while your hoes cold as winter |
Shoulda copped and blown on some pimpin |
Iceberg Slim shit, come to find out y’all trickin |
See your dough slow up, and you wanna what |
Wife your hoes up, L7 like Rosebud |
With two D’s for a double dose of the fiction |
You faking ass, fronting felonious ass niggas |
Never left the block, how-could-you-know-me ass niggas |
Frown ass, clown ass, homie ass niggas |
I should start smackin niggas with a sock |
No question, just start askin niggas where to chop |
Mister M-E-D, I to the A-N |
Swayin, open off The Listening and made him |
Niggas got to pay for relief, I see you waitin |
Just let them guys blow in the wind, money they paper |
Just let them guys blow in the wind, money is paper |
Uh huh, yeah, they tryna box me in |
I’m in the best shape right now, so rap, yo |
Yo, it’s a new day, I got a new plan |
A kid stretches him arms out, he’s a new man |
They wanna see me lose, yo I got news fam |
Settlin is somethin I never do fam |
Dumb shit will put your ass in the newsstands |
Playing games with lames, J. Scudda through man |
I got somethin left to prove man |
And y’all cats wanna hold me up, they try to «cut me deep» |
They wanna see me boxed in, fuck a rebound |
I boxed out, popped out, BING, knockout |
And if my back’s to the wall, I air ya block out |
You all sweet, have you saying man he «cut me deep» |
You damn right, bark just as bad as my bite |
And my days be as bad as my nights |
Thinking I need to peel out, I got shirts I need to fill out |
I’m tryna eat, this hunger «cut me deep» |
And I can dig it, feel how I live it |
I watch the world, three hundred and sixty on my pivot |
Have people talking bout where they were when I did it |
That classic shit, never forget it when it «cut me deep» |
And it left a scar, that reminds me of |
Where we are, where we been and where we going to |
And all the bullshit we going through |
From beef in the streets to being a broke man, it has «cut me deep» |
And now you feel me, so why do I drink and |
Live life filthy and smoke cigarettes |
Even though they might kill me and eat red meat |
So I can’t sleep a wink, cause the life I chose «cut me deep» |
But I love it though… |