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Intro:
G.B. ha ha youknowhatI'msayin'? Geto Boys in the house for the 1-9-9-6.
(G.B.) (x16)
Scarface:
What if I learn to work your beat
And fk with you in the ways that you fk with me
And underline all y'all downfalls for ya
Catch you fkin' up and bring the pound down on ya
Infect your neighbborhood with this drug called hate
Ish out your income and control y'all fate
Provide you motherfkers with this s**t that look cool
And price it outta range to keep your as* outta school
You don't work you don't eat you don't eat you don't sleep
And then I got your as* apon these motherfkin' streets
Poising your own breed turning you from Jesus
Get you out your faith and hit your as* with diseases
And now you can't reproduce there goes your children
Don't worry about you dying slow I'm a get to killin'
And shot up your motherfkin' dreams fromt he jump
And hold you in the penitentiary like a punk
But you can't do s**t unless a motherfker tell ya
You ain't a motherfkin' man nigg*yous a failure
You wonder why I hate cha and I paint this picture?
Cause the government is fked up and I ain't that nigg*
So you can point the fingers at the motherfkin' press
Cause they be feeding me with all the s**t that I address
It ain't my motherfkin' fault ain't learnin'
We in too deep and ain't no returnin'
Willie D:
Willie D is my motherfkin' name
Lettin' you hoes know is my motherfkin' game
You got a problem with the way I drop my bloww
Bring it to the G to the motherfkin' E to the O
I'm a let you hoes know the deal
You can't fcK with Will, Face and Bill
I got fully strapped with lots of nuts
And in the back of ridah trucks
Do I give a fk about America? (fk NO!)
Call me a patriot b*tch I'm a buck yo, ass
Right up your motherfkin' s**t creek
She got some negativity with Willie D
Well then let the b*tch be
Scarface:
In the begining motherfkers pack straps
Puttin' they eyes on any motherfkers back
You got out of line they hit your as* with the gat
Let you die where you lay and left your as* for the rats
Thats how it was and I can see it all again motherfkers goin' crazy
Like they did when I was ten
I'm goin' through the same s**t that my daddy went through when he was 22
Now who, the fk to blame for the condition that we in
Pursue the game or end up back up off my s**t again
It's kind of easy how we make your choice
We go to ghetto tactic labratorites providing ?
Well anyways that's how I seen it then
But now I realize white collar criminals had to bring it in
And now I go against my own kind
With the mentallity that these been after me a long time
And if I'm caught up then I'm OUTTA HERE
But if you caught up you outta here
And then you wonder what we learned while we've been trapped here
We figured out how to adapt here
Willie D:
Edgar Hoovar I wwish you wasn't dead
So I could put a bullet in your motherfkin' head
Godd*mn f*gg*t motherfkin' drag queen
I know you put the hit on Martin Luther King
And Fred Hampton, Malcom and the others
You red neck punk motherfker
Bob Dole keep you motherfkin' mouth shut
Before a nigg* beat your old as* up
Jumpin' on the rap bandwagon ain't helpin' it
You need to be concerned about the motherfkin' deficit
I'm the type of nigg* throw a party when the flag burn
I'm at the point of no return