Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mr Scarface: Part III The Final Chapter, artist - Scarface. Date of issue: 07.12.2010
Song language: English
Mr Scarface: Part III The Final Chapter |
| Hey |
| Shit |
| Yeah nigga, that’s |
| That — that — that |
| This — this is some — ehm |
| What we gon' call this one here? |
| Fuck it |
| Let’s call it — ehm |
| Some — some |
| Some old school Scarface freestylin |
| Youknowmsayin? |
| Yeah |
| Aaaaah shit! |
| I’m finna freestyle in this bitch |
| He-yeah |
| Huh youknowmsayin? |
| Check it out |
| I started small time, dope game, cocaine |
| Pushin rocks on the block, I’m never broke, mayn |
| But now I’m up against some mo' shit |
| Because the five-o's done jumped in my face with some hoe shit |
| Tried to mix a nigga up in a homicide |
| Said I shot a muthafucka in his mama’s ride |
| I ain’t the nigga in the trench coat |
| I don’t push rocks on the block, I deal the big dope |
| I ain’t the nigga on the mic that done said he quit |
| But I be damned if I get popped for some petty shit |
| That’s why I move the real chickens |
| So if I’m goin down, I’m comin home on a meal ticket |
| Cause in this game you can’t bar shit |
| Do your dirt on the cool, so they can’t say they saw shit |
| So when them muthafuckas step up with that he-say |
| You can tell em hoes to hit the freeway |
| Cause I ain’t touchin shit with my own hands |
| I leave the dirt to be done by the next man |
| And count my money when they push it off |
| I wonder if the dope game is still bein good to y’all |
| Cause in the past four years, yo |
| I done clocked more cash sellin dope than them white folks |
| That’s the reason why they upset |
| And always tryin to mix a nigga up in some fuck shit |
| But I’m a killer comin atcha |
| Mr. Scarface Part III, nigga, The Final Chapter |
| He-he-he |
| Just freestylin in the studio, though |
| Where is Scarface? |
| Where is Scarface? |
| (Here I am |
| Here I am) |
| How much do you make, Sir? |
| (I don’t — |
| Man, what the fuck is you talkin bout how much I make?!) |
| Ha-ha-ha. |
| (Fuck you!) |
| I’m in the South Park, peepin out the territory |
| Finna set up shop just like in every story |
| So I’m rentin out the backside |
| And let them niggas do they work, and me, I’m kickin back, right? |
| And layin low in the next section |
| Got a fully automatic M-11 for my protection |
| Everything is goin smooth as planned |
| I gots to try to fool the man |
| Cause if I’m caught, I’m doin 10 flat |
| So I’m gettin it while the gettin’s good, nigga, fuck that |
| Cause if I fall short, nigga, then I’m ass out |
| And then we’ll see what the judge try to pass out |
| I see some niggas we competin with |
| It’s goin down tonight in the village, and I can see this shit |
| So I’m on the telephone callin up the squad |
| «Get your shit together, nigga, we finna mob» |
| Before I hung up the phone, niggas was lettin loose |
| I grabbed my shit and tried to find my bullet-proof |
| But fuck it, niggas, ain’t goin for the chit-chat |
| They startin off with a headshot |
| So if I gotta die, then I gotta die, nigga |
| And when I fall on my ass, don’t ask me why, nigga |
| It was just my time and the man came to get me |
| Fuck it — plus a bullet hit me |
| A straight niggaroe subtractor |
| Mr. Scarface Part III, muthafucka, The Final Chapter |
| The final chapter for real |
| (All I have in this world.) |
| Yep |
| He-he |
| I gotta — ehm |
| Shit, I guess I better talk about a broad then, huh? |
| Before I close this muthafucka off, right? |
| Check it out |
| Later on, all alone, sat around the house layin low |
| Waitin for these niggas to jump so I can buck a hoe |
| And just like I expected |
| A bitch came by in a gee wantin to get naked |
| Now shit’s gettin hectic |
| The situation’s lookin grim, so yo, I gots to check it |
| Clean those traps, all the other shit |
| I’m fuckin one hoe, and in comes another bitch |
| So now I’m jackbonin two hoes |
| Who’s the nigga in the Kamurshol? |
| Fuck, nigga, who knows? |
| She musta knew the bitch that I was fuckin with |
| And plus I’m strapped and she was suckin dick |
| Up and down with a smooth stroke |
| Takin 9 inches of this dick like a deep throat |
| The other bitch was involved in masturbation |
| Oh shit — now I’m ejaculatin |
| I let loose and they was fightin for the white shit |
| I got a rubber tryin to make my pipe fit |
| I finally made the cock crack |
| The bitch pulled a .330 and shoved it up my back |
| Then some niggas came out with a chainsaw |
| And tried to hack my muthafuckin brains off |
| These bitches set me up, y’all |
| Pussy — a nigga’s quickest downfall |
| I couldn’t do shit except take it like a man |
| But if I live, it’s on again |
| But I wanted a quick piece |
| So I put down my piece and end up put down, deceased |
| She put the rifle to my muthafuckin head |
| Mr. Scarface is — naw, fuck that shit. |
| Ah-ha-ha |
| Youknowmsayin? |
| Punch the beat in |