Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Watch Ya Step, artist - Scarface. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Watch Ya Step |
| Watch ya step… watch ya step… |
| Watch ya step… watch ya step… |
| Watch ya step… watch ya step… |
| Watch ya step… you better watch ya step… |
| And ya don’t stop, so I guess it’s on once again |
| The Natural Born Killaz in a zone again |
| I’m different type of special men not known to man |
| I refuse to loose, I was born to win |
| A street nigga, the stand up type, never to fall |
| I’ve been programmed to run in and get it, take it all |
| Sit back and capitalize off mistakes you made |
| Beat yo ass into submission, and make you pay |
| I got battlescars from fuckin with this, I gotta have it |
| What’s my reason for quotin this shit? |
| I gotta have it |
| Like the Roy Jones — you see this money get me hungry like a wolf |
| And when a nigga hungry I’m a wolf |
| That’s when I start my rage, and attack from the neck up |
| Catch you being careless, make these hoes respect us |
| Survival here, that’s the name of the game |
| It’s the jungle in this bitch and ain’t a damn thing changed |
| Watch ya step |
| Let’s get it on y’all, to the beat y’all |
| Fuck a bitch y’all, I’m from the streets dawg |
| So what it is huh? |
| What it look like? |
| I’m a G fool, you the bitch type |
| You got yo strap dawg, I got a strap too |
| I’m from the Southside, we act a damn fool |
| You ain’t the real ho, youse a real ho |
| I keeps it real ho, for real though |
| Listen close to the story I’m about to tell |
| Niggas is sellin they soul for an ounce of yell' |
| And a few leave, but this is a house of jail |
| Twenty-five year bids, without the bail |
| I know some niggas in the tank, stuck, lost and thowed |
| Still boss turnin ya status from false to hope |
| Only a few niggas stand up strong and don’t whine |
| When the time get passed around huh? |
| I’m tellin you dawg, that even if you gettin released |
| How the fuck is you gon' live on these streets? |
| You got that jacket on ya back |
| You a rat and you done spilled ya guts |
| You a bitch and now you live to fuck |
| And you a nigga I ain’t even gotsta feel to touch |
| I got some niggas on the inside to stick and seal you up |
| It’s all good for you out here, gettin yo mail |
| But the minute you get popped you gonna snitch in jail |
| Watch ya step |
| They say that music is a therapy to ease the mind |
| But see therapy to me, is to squeeze a nine |
| Right between ya eyes, while I squeeze ya throat |
| Chuck you off the side of my boat and watch you float |
| The animal they sent here to seal ya fate |
| Tie ya hands behind ya back and feel ya face |
| Ain’t no hope for ya partner Joe, he broke the rules |
| In the jungle if ya weak, we gotta smoke ya fool |
| Ain’t no love for motherfuckers who done crossed the line |
| Cocked dice don’t pay nigga, now roll ya five |
| You wanna play the gun game with me, then pull ya shit |
| I know you’d love to try to punk me if you could ya bitch |
| But I’m a diehard nigga, I was sworn to silence |
| And if I got to go, then I (?) |
| So fuck you, and them niggas that you run with fool |
| I’ll do the same shit to them, that I did to you |
| Watch ya step |