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scarface - one lyrics

i finally figured it out that haters’ mouths is used for suckin’
suckin’
you n-gg-s paper weights
y’all don’t wanna f-ck with the great
fakin’ moves like you wantin somethin – get it straight
cause one mistake’ll get this m-th-f-cka aired out
you n-gg-s better recognize this is brad’s house
i put the mic down to give you other rappers a chance
but all you n-gg-s wanna write about is dance
i tell another n-gg- ’bout your mama
so i’ll be forced to bring you back the raw sh-t
the hardships of growin’ up
stuck in the hood
broke as f-ck, out to hustle
facin life struggle
and havin’ nightmares about gettin’ big scrilla
and that’s the type of sh-t that turn these mama boys to killers
on the realer, it’s a n-gg- comin’ back for the streets
cause this bullsh-t i been hearin in the rap game is weak
you got these killas on your payroll
i’m doin it out of love
but if you cross me i’m f-ckin’ you up
i keep a?
i’m a n-gg- in destroyer mode
i squeeze it once you blow you out of your soul
who’s the? boss? in this rap sh-t?
i let my opposition judge me
but if push came to shove they couldn’t budge me
cause i’m ugly with styles identical to none
i’m tellin’ you: don’t f-ck with me, n-gg-, i ain’t the one
i ain’t the one
these n-gg-s better recognize the realest
keep a loaded .45 inside for protection…
i’m a .45 packer, n-gg-hoe subtractor
blacka blacka blacka
n-gg-, back up!
i’m a bad actor
with no respect for the n-gg- haters
i kill a m-th-f-cka stiff cause he’s a traitor
i ain’t a player
i got my stripes from these streets
i’m a killa
that’s probably why at night i can’t sleep
i strike a match and watch a m-th-f-cka burn
that’s just treatment? you f-ckin’ worm
i’m the don corleone
y’all n-gg-s is phony
i put that on my mob and my godd-mn homies
recognize n-gg-s who can’t be touched
if they can’t be seen
i’m a lost?
undestroyable by human plagues
you got a strap? i got a strap too!
you f-ck with me i have to clap you!
and now you stearin down the barrel of a gun
i told you: don’t f-ck with me, n-gg-, i ain’t the one
chorus…
wait –
this m-th-f-cka got me bend, i gots to break
before i shoot this m-th-f-cka in his face
cause n-gg-s on the edge don’t wanna play right
so i’ma lay his -ss down in broad daylight
now what’s up, b-tch,?
?, let me clear this m-th-f-ckin corner
mayhem unlike a n-gg- ever seen
? in his face all in once gettin clean
i’m dashin in my undercover? hoo-doo?
(who you?)
you run un on me? i gots to shoot you!
and you know me
and ain’t sh-t changed but my zip code
your?, i’m in a flipmode
a tip-top murderer
comin’ for you bullsh-tters
squash you m-th-f-ckin’ n-gg-s
i ain’t the one
chorus…
realest n-gg-s down south, m-th-f-ckas
don’t get that sh-t twisted
just them hoes
?
i-ight
?
for all you fake m-th-f-ckas who was talkin’ ’bout the first joint
suck a n-gg- d-ck
fake–ss ho’s
know where started it
know where started it
know where started it
me,?
lay this m-th-f-ckas down
in broad daylight
b-tches be squeezin’ they pistols
they wanna play fight
me? i’m the colder
bold-bold-bolder
bold-bolder
hit em from the shoulder
puncher
dumper dumper
you m-th-f-ckas talking sh-t
i drag him on the back of the b-mper
? face to m-o-b and
can’t a m-th-f-cka see em?
2000
the new millenium

- scarface lyrics

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