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