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freddie gibbs & madlib - scarface lyrics

[produced by madlib]

[intro]
blood gushing, i think i hear sirens
uh, yo k!ll the motherf-cker, k!ll him right, man (scarface)
do the sh-t point blank, n-gga, yeah
don’t muh’f-ckin freeze (that’s how you do a murder right)
uh, yeah (we gon’ have a muh’f-ckin murder 187, n-gga)

[verse]
chiefing on that, think i hear my heart beat
smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
let’s jack this n-gga cause he got some sh-t we can’t afford
another day in gary, ‘nother couple n-ggas in the morgue
he got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
n-ggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape’d and white sheets
and he steady talking, my chopper, he gonna let it rip
all the bullets that got my name on ’em still in the clip
life’s a b-tch, i was a virgin, hope she let me f-ck
pray i miss before a n-gga bust his last nut
homie ’84 got the same rims that mine had
freddie jumped up in it like freshman year with the dime bags
i started small time, dope game, cocaine
pulling stick ups to the n-gga from a no-name
diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
gibbs, n-gga

[interlude]
nothing wrong ’bout that motherf-cking point blank murder, n-gga
muh’f-ckin armed robbery, n-gga, what you know about that?
muh’f-ckin strong arm sh-t, n-gga, a100
know what i’m saying, b-tch?
been there, done it, you know what i’m saying, goddammit?
muh’f-ckin ski mask, you know, what you know about that?
muh’f-ckin duct tape to a n-gga face, n-gga
you know what i’m saying? that’s real sh-t
muh’f-ckin, putting hoes on the muh’f-ckin ground, n-gga
whole families, n-gga, kids, everything goddammit
grandma, uncle, cousin, er’rybody on the godd-mn floor, b-tch
uh, yeah, slime

[outro]
and all the gangbusters and facts that show
the operation of our law enforcement officials
in their war against the underworld
thinking about the swinging times and all
i’m gonna tell my children’s children what life is all about
and hopefully they’ll have just enough soul to figure it out

- freddie gibbs madlib lyrics

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