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Scarface
It's the return of the murderer, maniac madman
The fully automatic M-11 in the handbag
The ending of it, the beginning of the Baghdad
Your brains blowed out, body in a trash bag
Unidentified, chalk him up a John Doe
Got most of the pieces, but they ain't found his arms though
It's far from a record, I'm different than these rap dudes
A real nigg*, won't hesitate to clap fools
Ski-mask you, come up to where you lay at
c*ck back, squeeze, and put him where your face at
The nerve of you , believin I'ma play games
You know who I'm wit, so I ain't gotta say names
*blam* you p*ssy, *blam* cause you a black Jew
Ain't never had love for y'all, make me clap you
And it's a done deal, don't fk with what the truth is
And hide behind that motherfkin desk but when the truth's here
it's on for ya, that mean your lifeline shortens
Death to the who disrespected the Jordan
I'm not a pop nigg*, fk what radio say
fk what video do, but this is all day
hood nigg*, I ain't gotta show you what my life like
Cause you don't persecute a motherfker like Mike
I ain't a house nigg* sc*m like you fools is
I was bred born and raised in this true s**t
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Funny how a nigg* get caught up in all the glamour
And then they finally come to grips that this can happen
to anybody, won't discriminate who catch this
Get in the way and you a victim of a death wish
A declaration of a war and it's a warning
Follow the leader but be aware your opponent
is in the window got guerillas where you rest at
And prepared to hit a motherfker, bet that
Willie D
Aight, let's get serious
fk the rap game I'm the realest nigg*, PERIOD
If you ain't feelin me you know how it goes
Jump b*tch, I cain't wait to kill one of you hoes
It's on if you got beef
You can be a cop, a drug dealer, or a pro athlete
Bottom line, I don't give a fk about'cha
If I pop you in the neck, I bet some blood come out'cha
While your label only behind you greasin his d*ck
Your stupid as* on a video, cheesin and s**t
J ain't shorted me a dime if he owe you bucks
The way I see you a b*tch and you deserve to be fked
Willie D is the nigg* that'll blood your clothes
Don't think you know me cause you know the hook to "Baldhead Hoe"
I light you up with a sawed off; and stab yo' as*
in the leg, in the chest, in the back and mouth
Bushwick Bill
Aight nigg*; stab him in the leg in the chest
in the back and mouth, let 'em haul him off
Give me a motherfkin handy shotty
and a plug of PCP, I'll kill anybody
Bust him in the as* 'til he's still
I'm Chuckwick b*tch, your achilles heel
A short nigg* quick to give a tall ass-whoopin
Got a chip on my shoulder bout the size of Brooklyn
Lookin to start s**t, I ain't scary like Scooby and sh*ggy
pi*s me off you better Duck like Daffy
Even if you in a rest home I'll pop ya
Even if you got a vest on I'll drop ya
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