1.Mr. Scarface
Mr. mr. scarface from walking down the block
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks
Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends
And mr. mr. scarface went up the block again
(all i have in this world, all i have in this world
All i have, all i have, all i have in this world)
Ahh yeah, hah
Mr. scarface is back in the motherfuckin house once again!
Yea, droppin some of that new
Mr. scarface two, on your motherfuckin ass
So suck a nigga dick, or make a nigga rich
Or something, bitch
Verse one：
I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the background
Niggaz get beat when they step this is axe down
If you don't know, i recommend you check
And ask them motherfuckers, how many heads i put to rest
I play a game but the game ain't roulette
Slangin cane is the thang and i beat
That there's a lot of wannabe scarfaces
I've heard the name in ninety-nine different places
I'm here to squash it all original will speak
Scarface on your ass from the streets
I left my cut, in fear of a prison term
They wanna put me in a chair and let me burn
But go to prison on a murder rap, fuck that
I refuse to be a visitor in state's camp
So i broke and left behind all i worked for
Either that or be sentenced for a drug war
And many want to know why i've slowed up
It's either that or get fucked
Cause laws get happy on the trigger
Say fuck it put a cap in a nigga
But this ass ain't made for no caps homey
This ass says 'exit only'
So i get in the wind but hey
A nigga still sold a quarter everyday
I sat around for six months black
Waitin for the day to make a comeback
And now i'm ready for combat
Mr. scarface is back
Chorus： repeat 2x
(all i have in this world, all i have in this world
All i have, all i have, all i have in this world)
Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face
On the farilla my nigga just call me scarface
Verse two：
Aiyyo bido, drop that shit
Yeah, heh heh
Back in the south park, six o'clock on the dot
Checkin on my old rock spot
I seen the same old set
Heh, the small timers see me so they jet
Buildin one-twenty-eight
I got myself a bag and i can't wait
To cut em up small to make a profit
Niggaz on the cut short stop it
Fiends'll see em small then they go
Where, to see the motherfuckin pro
One nigga got pissed
And started reachin for his shit
Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool
Like i said before, you don't get a second chance dude
Unloaded on his ass he was hurt
Six shots put his dick in the dirt
Laid him out like a motherfuckin rug
Gettin pumped full of thirty-eight slugs
Some other niggaz stepped out y'all
Aww shit, i had to make a phone call
Hello？
Hay jay
Whassup？
I'm in a little trouble man
Where you at？
I'm out here in south park village
Stay right there, i'll be right on
C'mon let's take these motherfucers to war main
Jay called up some niggaz from the 5th ward
And came back with a motherfuckin hit squad
Motherfuckin uzi machine
Big chief packed an m-16
Will and ak with a banana clip
And little bill had a god damn pistol grip
I hit a little laugh and got me a buzz
And that's about the time they got drugged
One more war took place
You can call me the shit started, or call me mr. scarface
Chorus
Verse three：
Damn, check this shit out
Later on, all alone, you know what happened next
Another bitch came by to give me sex
It was kind of strange i was thrown off
The last bitch got her head blown off
But fuck i ain'tsta pass up no pooty
She started strippin at the door, oh goody
I got in that ass with the quickness
Fuckin her down with the diznick
I didn't have to pretend i loved her
All she wanted me to do was just fuck her
So i gave it up to the lady
And all she said was 'fuck me baby, fuck me baby'
I started stroking in an outrage
The whole while i was starin at my twelve gauge
The bitch was makin noise i said i'm killin her
And all the while my dick was hard and he was still in her
I made a nut as she fell to the floor
I heard a knock on the front door
I grabbed the twelve gauge from the bed head
Who is it？ (fred) who？
Who the fuck is fred, i stood by the door
By that time someone jumped in the window
Now what the fuck was i do？ ＊bam bam bam＊
The bitch packed a twenty-two
Hit him in his head, there she laid him
The nigga standin by the door i sprayed him ＊automatic fires＊
And headed for the back
I seen that same old brown cadillac
It kinda fucked me up at first
Cause the nigga that drove that caddy rode away in a hearse
I opened up fire on the ride g
Who i was shootin for was standin right behind me
I had a double barrel pointed at my ass
Could this be the end of mr. brad？
I don't know what happened to the slut
Well that's about the time the closet door it opened up
＊kicked open＊ on your ass trick!
I'll be damned if i go out like the last bitch!
Heh, five-oh's on my ass main
They know me by the face, but they don't know my last name
Now i'm back on the case
Yeah, just call me mr. scarface
2.The Pimp
3.Born Killer
I'ma born killer, you're face to face with scarface
You tried to ice an x, but thats a motherfuckin waste
Your schools fucked up g
And your momma shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me
Cause i don't weep and i don't sleep
Save that motherfucker black, cause talk is cheap
And uh, since you got beef
Lets take it to the streets and i'mma bring it to your ass g
I'm commin from the heart son
And i don't take no shit, but i'm about to start some
Now which one a you hoes wanna jump
If you got static, then get it off your chest punk
Cause i ain't bar none
If you're feelin lucky then go ahead and get cha some
I ain't with this fucked shit
If ya ain't in trick, then get your ass in ya trunk bitch
Cause i'm about to square it off
Hit ya ass in the chest with the tech and try to tear it off
Send you back to mommy, its a plastic
And hadda bitch out huntin for a casket
I'm on the for realla tilla my nilla
I'm a born killa
(chorus)(2x)
I'ma born killa
Born
Killa
'don't fuck with me'
My momma did her part
But it ain't her fault that i was born with out a heart
In other words i'm heartless dude
I don't love me, how the fuck i'mma love you？
Thats right, you guessed it
I'm legally insane, marked mannick depressive
I'm takin all types a medication
To keep me out the mood of premeditatin
Yo, the log around my lone is worse
I'm havin thoughts of killin me, but i'm killin you first
Mr. kindness talks but i don't listen
A victim of society fucked by the system
My whole life's been a see saw
I'm up one day, down and out on tomorrow
Right now i'm even more upset
Some shit that happened to me that i don't think i'll ever
forget
You think i'll let it die, but i ain't
It ain't because i want to, its because i can't
I'mma getcha but i ain't goin into it
Cause ain't nothin to it but to do it
See it ain't no sweat to me
Cause in the fo place, you fucked up the minute that you stepped
to me
I'm not your average dealer
I'mma born killa
(chorus)
Now i'm livin where i can cause i'm homeless
Can't make point calls cause i'm phoneless
I ain't, i'm starvin duke
I can't go to mommas house cause mommas starvin too
Better grab that 12 gauge
Cause thats the only way a niggaz gonna get paid
I'm on my way to my old bank
They know me real good and they don't think that i'd gank
Had my gun in my trenchcoat
Now getcha ass on the floor
And don't think about pushin that panic switch
I'm gettin paid and you're gettin killed bitch
Take notes to the message i gave ya
Ya dyin ho and can't nothin save ya
I'm doin bad, so i'm goin bad
Huh, and you never expected that from brad
But theres a lotta things pressin me
And ain't the nigga to let the mortredresser dressin me
So i'm comin out winnin
100,000 in the case now i'm comin out grinnin
But the shit didn't flow smooth
The security guard had to run and pulla hoe move
He reached for his pistol
The 12 gauge went 'boom' shoulda heard that motherfucker whistle
Hit him in his chest
Now which one a you motherfuckers in here wanna die next？
Nobody made a move
And i got away smooth
And thats how it is nigga
I spared a couple a lives, but i'm still a born killa
(chorus)
4.Murder By Reason Of Insanity
5.Your Ass Got Took
6.Diary Of A Madman
7.Body Snatchers
8.Money And The Power
Chorus：scarface
Money and the power, money and the power
I ain't fallin short i got the
Money and the power
Yup! hehehahaha, hehe ha hah hah.. yeah
Money and the power, money and the power
Never goin back cause i got
Money and the power
Deep in the heart of south park lurks a stalker
S.a. fool, native houston south parker
Born and brought up to be a heartless motherfucker
No one else to blame, fuck it blame it on my mother
When i was growin up nobody seemed to give a shit
And that's what makes me one hard son of a bitch
Since they ain't give a shit, i ain't give a shit either
Sweet 16, time to stack me up some ki's
Learned the game of hustlin, fuckin dopefienders
Sellin niggaz beat, in other words amphetamines
My game was more advanced, sellin speed i'm goin broke
Got em up with floyd and floyd had fronted me some dope
Learned to rock it up, now i got it sold
Time to go for broke, motherfuck who i owe
Business started boomin, started movin powder
Motherfuck the bitches i want money and the power.. yup!
Chorus： scarface
Money and the power, money and the power
I ain't fallin short i got the
Money and the power
Yup!
Money and the power, money and the power
Bitches on my dick cause i got
Money and the power
Bought me a caddy, 30's and vogues
Brand new crib, brand new clothes
Mom would ask questions, and often pitch a bitch
Where am i gettin the money？ mickey d's ain't paid me shit
I'd make up a story, just to get her off my back
Uh oh i got a beep i think my boys are out of crack
Everything was smooth, exactly how i played it
A dollar to be made, best believe a nigga made it
Nickels dimes and twenties, and sixty cent bumps
Nigga rollin hard, stackin paper like trump
And i ain't give a fuck i told you that from the jump
Didn't worry about no static i had a motherfuckin pump
Ass out of line, word em up a nigga sprayed em
Momma told me shoot first, and ask questions later..
Six hundred bucks a motherfuckin hour
And i ain't fallin short cause i got money and the power, yup
Chorus： scarface
Money and the power, money and the power
I ain't fallin short i got the
Money and the power
Yeah..
Money and the power, money and the power
I got it like dat, cause i got
Money and the power
There goes 21, and still stackin 30's
Brought my brother warren lee down from new jersey
He helped me for a minute then he started screwin up
Said fuck gettin paid, i guess my brother'd rather fuck
Bitches ran his life, and they're still runnin lee
I guess he doesn't realize the bitch is fuckin me
It really doesn't matter, cause ac'll never tell
He can stay broke, but i got dope to sell
I step out on the cut, shit was lookin funny
I ran back in the house and started callin up my money
I signaled for my workers, to bring in all the dope
I can feel the bust and sure enough in comes the 5-0
Niggaz stayed relaxed but they was friskin niggaz up
If someone said my name then i was definitely fucked
But i'ma play it cool, if i kill i gotta kill
Fightin for my shit, i never ran and never will
Come to find out, they wasn't fuckin with my boys
Busted a nigga who said he paid em, talkin noise
Hehehehehe.. i guess the juices are sour
But i ain't fallin short cause i got money and the power yup!
Chorus： scarface
Money and the power, money and the power
Sold a million records i got
Money and the power
Yup!
Money and the power, money and the power
Best to come clean, cause i got
Money and the power
Money and the power, money and the power
Money and the pow-the-pow-the-pow-the-pow-the-power!
9.P. D. Roll'em
10.Good Girl Gone Bad
11.A Minute To Pray And A Second To Die
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why..
His life was took at such an early age
A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gauge
He used to hustle on the street corners
His mom would always beg him to quit, but he didn't wanna
As he got older, he got even worse
Til a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse
A cold night in his hood, he had a tangle
The brother he was squabblin with, had broke his ankle
Laid him out in the driveway
Some people knew he wouldn't survive, but hey
I ain't the one to speak up on another's
All i can do is try to open his eyes and help the brother
He chose the wrong way and that's the route he took
Born and brought up as an angel but he died as a crook
He had a baby that he couldn't raise
And she will never see her father again, cause he's in a grave
I always think about ？？
'my daddy was a dopeman, so i'ma be a dope dealer'
How will the family explain it？
'my daughter had a baby for a 'caine head!'
He ain't around to see her walk
Dry her eyes when she cries, pick her up when she falls
Just the thought of a kid livin fly fucks me up
When his girl has to raise a bastard child
It gets deeper, he used to punch her and beat her
She was loyal to his ass but accused as a cheater
She had a good deck but she picked the wrong card
Had a kid, now she's realizin life is hard
A big time dope dealer's all she wanted
Who drove a jag or a benz so she could flaunt it
The situation's got me guessin..
But the answer remains to be a question
He lived his life in a lie
I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die
..
It was crazy how it happened
Some niggaz rolled by in the riviera cappin
All i could see was a pistol spittin rounds
And the boy was just screamin as he fell to the ground
A woman yelled - get an ambulance
But i knew he was dead, he didn't stand a chance
You shoulda seen him, he was scared
A bullet goes to his chest, and one to his head
He just laid there in silence..
And all i heard was the sirens
Paramedics pulled up..
Followed by a law man and then came a firetruck
Put his ass on the stretcher..
But if he survives, i'm willin to betcha
He'll be out for revenge
They patched him up within a week he was back at it again
Went to his brother on the northside
Grab your shit, it's a hit, we're gonna take a long ride
Packed it up in the trunk
Ak-47, m-11 and a pump
Rolled by ？？ on scott street
School was lettin out,
'yo you ain't gonna shoot yet？' 'watch me!'
Opened his trunk and grabbed a shotgun..
.. he shot him
Put his tooly on the front seat
Continued his mission, as he headed down the street
The kids was just starin at each other
J.d. rolled by and smoked black's brother
Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port
Full speed down reed, shot his mom on the porch
On his way down cullard
His brother was just dazed in a shock, 'why you do it？'
'why you shot his moms jay？ shit'
'hehehehehe.. hah man fuck that bitch'
Went to the store to use the payphone
Called up mack, 'aiyyo j.d. homey'
Hung it up and rolled down dagger
Headin for the nigga he was after
By the time he arrived at the scene
Malcolm was ready for anything
He tried to sneak around the back way
Never thought of bein taken out on that day
Black boy, black coat
Stood around the corner as he passed slit his throat
He didn't fall so he fired
One to the middle of his skull, he's expired
A whole army came out
Twenty-seven niggaz all strapped out of one house
That how it happens in the acre
One nigga died in the park in the paper
Shit gets deeper but why？
I guess you only get a minute to pray,
And a second to die
12.I'm Dead
I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it
An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record (yeahhh)
Sounded kinda funky so i pumped it, right
But rudely interrupted by a neighborhood street fight
When will you motherfuckers quit？
Every motherfuckin mornin it's the same ol bullshit
I peeped to see the thrashin
Some nigga runnin with a butcher knife, screamin out 'assassin!'
He ran by a friend of mine, it bugged him
His eyes showed fear, that's the reason why he stuck him
Anyway, that's how i seen it
You rarely see a nigga kill another nigga,
And he doesn't mean it
So that's the way i took it
Anyway the boy is dead, no matter how you look at it
And life goes on..
I was feelin kinda funny - aiyyo something's wrong
I went to take a shower duke
Bumped into the wall and i smooth went through
Now i'm thinkin i'm in trouble
I reached to touch my face, but i couldn't feel my beard stubble
I screamed, 'oh lord help!'
Looked into the mirror and i couldn't see myself
I called up my mom's house
And realized somethin was wrong, no doubt
She picked up, said 'hello' in a low tone
I said, 'hey ma!' and she hung up the telephone
Sick and lookin weary
My cousin walks in, i said, 'what's up？' but he didn't hear me
Started packin up my shit g
Looked at a picture of me, put it down and said, 'rest in peace'
Realizin what he said man
I can't talk, i don't exist, i'm a dead man
Yeah i guess i'm dead right？
I'm goin to the cemetary to peep out action's gravesite
And sure enough, there it is
My mom and girl talkin, holdin on to brad's kids
I look into the box g
Son of a bitch! i don't believe it, that's me!
Momma kissed me on my head
Aww shit.. i'm dead (i'm dead)
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