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scarface - bitch nigga lyrics

[talking]
n-gg- don’t act like you don’t know who i’m talkin’ bout

(fifty-cent piece drops on table)
[coinciding with 50 cent’s intro on ‘get rich or die tryin’]

[scarface]
it’s your worst day, run and tell somebody
it’s your worst day.
it’s your worst day, run and tell somebody
it’s your worst day.

what it is?, n-gg-!
you don’t wanna get involved with this here, n-gg-!
is you a b-tch n-gg-?, you a b-tch n-gg-!
look at yourself and then -n-lyze me!
this motherf-cking g
i can see the flaws in you, you got girl drawers in you
girl flaws in you, a broad n-gg-!
i peeped your whole hand when you came in
i’m a man and i hang men
play the game to win
all men should play on ten
scarface ‘finna do it again
mash you n-gg-, smash through n-gg-s
don’t make me upstrap and blast you n-gg-s
once again, it’s only, its a must that i do it
lock you in my scope and blast your -ss through it
i’ma ruin
the image and the style that you used to
’cause you don’t keep it real like you used to
a o.g., esa, fool to the hole fa’sho
so n-gg-s slow your motherf-cking roll
‘fore i come through with the same m-11
the feds took from me, and shoot you in yo motherf-cking stomach

[chorus: scarface]
you a snitch n-gg-, when you rat on yo friends
b-tch n-gg-, when you steal cash from your kin
you’z a snitch n-gg-, running when the drama go down
you was b-mpin at first what happened to the manly sound
you a snitch n-gg-, specializin’ at b-mpin’ ya gums
b-tch n-gg-, countin’ all your bricks but all i see is crumbs
snitch n-gg-, ain’t you tired of running your mouth
can’t even go home, cause a jacker might run in your house

[verse: z-ro]
now snitch fellas get up under my skin
that’s why i don’t mess with friends
unless it’s my mac-10
i’m the king of the ghetto, z-ro the crooked in the flesh
looking for head shots, ’cause snitch fellas get the bullet-proof vests
what you scared for?
what happened to all the tough -ss talk
the way you was b-mpin’, i thought you had a taste for asphalt
look at momma’s baby out here starvin’ for an -ss-
whippin’, beefin’, with a magician then drippin’ now his -ss missin
i’ll be d-mned if i pull a rabbit out a hat
well pull my 40 out of holster, and put a snitch fella on his back
whoa!, look how i handled this .44
my conscience be screaming z-ro murder mo!, murder mo!
and these snitch fellas on “how i’m living” try snitchin’ on “bet”
but got a restraining order against “murder i-n-c”
this how we ride, and ain’t never gon’ make a switch dude
z-ro the crooked, i’ll be d-mned if i be a snitch fool

[chorus]

[verse 3: bun b]
it’s bun b i go back-a like “atlanta black crackers”
i back-slap a, back-packer, from here to cakalacka{carolina’s}
wack rapper, short stopper or dope kicker-inner
b-tch i ain’t ya chicken hitter, bring the heater get you wetter(get you
wetter)
with the 50 caliber magnum handgun
step a bear off in his tracks, you better hope i don’t land one
if i c-ck that b-tch back.aim it at your chest
it’ll be weeks before they even find the pieces to your vest
we releasers of ya stress.ease ya pain
put this pistol in your mouth, you’ll never need them trees again
the one ya momma warned ya about
bun-y he’s insane
kill a kid over a quarter, (?)
(?), boy you f-ckin with the triller
z-ro the young guerilla
and face the born killa
(b-tch n-gg-)
feel around in the dark for dough
(b-tch n-gg-)
you here the sound, see the spark, and you know

[chorus]

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