Till Death Do Us Part

Click click bang hehehe

I'm sick of niggaz trying to shoot the big six
But when the shit jumps off the nigga plays the big bitch
And that's the problem with the nation of blacks
Too slow with your motherfucking hands so you grab your gatts
And listen to the gangsta music
You got a glock-ten in your lap but you scared to use it
You's a motherfucking stud
Letting all your homies know you bought another gun
Suppose they tried to pack you
Dropped your dick in the dirt
And know exactly how to send it at you
Trying to work your way into the big clique
And that's the main reason young niggaz die quick
Living in this fast shit
And trying to have a bad bit
But what you niggaz know about a bank roll
Tricking off the money you made with them stank hoes
Think about it quick quick
And raise up bitch

Now the niggaz i run with are down brothers
And ready to die for a motherfucker
So when you want to step mate
I'm a bust you dead in your ass with this twelve gauge
I ain't your ordinary villain
Some niggaz was born dying i was born killing
So gather up your army g
'cos that's what it's going to take to stop a nigga like me
'cos i'm coming at you full force nigga
I hope you got some real niggaz on the trigger
'cos i be rolling like a hustler
And since you got gatts you better use them motherfuckers
Sparking nines at a drastic pace
Taking orders from a motherfucking basket case
So when my nine goes pop
Boy you better shit and get your ass up off the pot
(fuck 'em up) listen to my glock click
Now raise up bitch

So niggaz don't fuck with me
'cos i'm a run the whole ninety motherfucking three
And the rest of the years to come
So bitches bring it on if you motherfuckers want some
And i'm a break you off a big piece
'cos niggaz can't fuck with the big chief
Attention motherfuckers about face
Salute the one that the people call scarface
Still quick to hit them up, quick to get them up
Quick to not give a fuck
Never bringing the false shit
I left the mic for a year and i still ain't lost it
Still running them down, gunning them down
Yeah 'cos real niggaz going to clown
So put your crown on since you're bigger
And let me take care of my business nigga
The bigger the nigga the bigger the cap
The bigger the bullet the bigger the fucking gatt
So step up with that hoe shit
And i'm a empty the whole clip
Ain't no running like a rabbit
'cos i'm a let you motherfuckers have it
Let the motherfucker blast
And bring your hat to your motherfucking ass
'cos niggaz ain't true to it, you're new to it
And don't know what to do to it
But i ain't never had that kind of luck
If you're scared to bite the bullet then raise the fuck

Scarface:

Once upon a time at the honeycomb hideout
Sugarbear and mikey sat alone gettin fried out
Lucky walked in with this nigga name rice grain
Pulled out a knot and conjured up a dice game
Lucky looked at mikey and he said with a smile
Where's the silly rabbit i ain't seen him in a while
Mikey turned around and shook his head cause he ain't know
Probably trickin with this bitch from rocky road name cheerio
I'm trippin off this shit cauuse i ain't never seen it right
I'm feelin kind of leary cause i'm higher than a kite
The pipe has really got me on this other level
Its time to mark a murder
My victim's fruity pebbles
I'm killin any motherfucker jumpin in my mix
I'm out to get you pebbles, heard the bitch was turnin tricks
I'm packin up my shit
I'm longin for some???
Up ain't this a bitch face is on his way to bedrock
Shortly after gettin their i met up with this crook
Nearly cuttin the bitch in haly like some shredded mini wheats
I'm makin my escape
Sneakin out the back
Fuck i'm being spotted by some fag name apple jacks
I put it on his ass so he couldn't come back to key me
Bleedin like a heart, i guess he must have ate his wheaties
He used to kiss dicks with his partner special k
I never had respect for homosexuals anyway
I'm on my way to houston
Played it safe i road the ferry
And ran across this motherfuckin cop name frank in berry
He starin at a nigga had the looks as if he know me
He asked about the bear
I said yeah, the bear's my homey
The shit was kind of shady i was nervous from the jump
Arrivin at the docks got the word from captain crunch
Arrested for a murder, so now i'm thinkin shit
I didn't know that captain crunch was cookoo for this bitch
My trial came up and now i'm thinkin
The dried up situation needs a little bit of milk
I had a half a gallo and ?? a nigga bought it
Reached and grabbed my spoon and made a motherfuckin run for it
I ate them up and washed them down with miller
Mr. scarface aka the cereal killer

...when the fire dies down what the fuck you gonna do?
Damn it feels good to be a gansta...

Yeah, i take y'all way back

Seven years old,
I'm lookin' up to the ganstas in the hood,
'cause to me and my cousins yeah they represented good,
Even when we played cops and robbers on the block,
Nobody wanted to play the cop yeah,
'cause the cop was a pussy-ass bitch,
And if you played the cop, nigga you got your ass kicked!
I was a curious child,
I used to hang out by the ballroom and study the gansta style
The way they talk, the way they walk, the way they act,
The way they wore dat gansta hat,
Tilted, rim layed flat out,
Now that's the type a shit i'm talkin' about yeah,
Cigarette in one hand, drink in the other,
Leanin' to one side, cooler than a motherfucker,
With the ganstass nicknames,
Killin' boy, pokey, big joe, go-deal, lil lane,
True muthafuckin' mack daddies,
Bitch on the side, drivin' the '73 caddy,
Wid a chrome plated .357
Ready to send a muthafucka on a stairway to heaven,
I was fascinated, yeah
I let 'em influence me, and my momma hate it,
But she still gave me love,
'cause my momma understood,
That it was in my blood,
See i was a psycho,
And in a few mo' years she wouldn't have to worry about a michael,
'cause i'll be makin' my own decisions, yeah
Comin' up fast, clockin' cash
Straight ganstaism

Yeah... uh... on and on and on and on and on... yeah... uh
Break it down
Uh
Like dat
Like dat
Yeah

Now is '93
I got a name fo' myself,
Made a little dough, played the cards i was dealt,
Didn't go fo' self, now i'm a g, huh
And every muthafuckin' body know me,
Niggas in the hood, all got love,
'cause they saw me raise up from a muthafuckin scrub,
And hoes that i know,
From way back befo'
They used to say no,
All wanna go to the hotel,
'cause they claim that they intrested,
And everybody talkin' about the shit that they wish they did,
But i surpassed all that,
They used to wanna know if i was down, now they don't ask all that,
'cause they believin' what they seein'
A young nigga comin' up fast, yeah
Sittin' back as a youngsta, peepin' out ma folks,
Some were straight g's and some when not smoking dope,
I had to cope wid it, be a man and stay strong,
Even though some folks didn't think that i'd live long,
I watch grandpa shoot dice at the liquo' sto'
Gettin' licks in the dough ague and the big joe,
Walkin' out the door wid a gallon of jack,
Sellin' straight cess booze 'cause back then there weren't no crack,
A matter fact, to this day,
I'm doin' shit like grandpa in every way,
I got my hustle on loc i ain't frontin'
Jus' a young nigga in this world tryin' ta have somethin' yeah
That's then you find and i know,
That's how i was raised and that's how i'm a go,
I dunno will i ever be a cell mate but i do know i'm never goin' straight...
Gansterism

Yeah [toke] really doe [toke] 3-2 in the muthafuckin' house doe [toke]
Down with the mutherfuckin' gb [toke]
And y'all gonna hear the original big baby really doe [toke]
And the mutherfuckin' 9 to the deuce!
I know you heard that big baby [toke] yeah [toke]
We got seag in the muthafuckin' house doe from oakland [toke] yeah
We got big mike yeeahuh, fattey hattey yeeahuh
We got big chief and lejay, really doe [toke]
Say big baby, lookit my deed [laugh laugh]
You fuckin' bitch! [laugh laugh laugh] really doe
Bido in the muthafuckin' house, yeah
Nigga face evil [toke] really doe [toke]
They can't fade this soft shit doe [toke]
Uh the they can't fade it doe
I'm outta this beeyatch!
Z

-big mike how you livin

Big mike

I've been sellin out the same dope house since the age of 16
Shufflin crack like cards, to these burnt out dope fiends
Sellin rock after motherfuckin rock
Seeing cop after motherfuckin cop on the block
Changing face after motherfuckin face
Watchin niggas catch dope case after dope case
Add it up and you'll find more niggas doing time in the pen
Cause he wouldn't snitch on his fuckin friend
And that same motherfucker that didn't go to jail
Couldn't come to pay his homey for his bail
But that's the way niggas do you
Caught a case for another nigga and he sware he never knew ya
12 months in the county you done got out and found out
That your homey runs his own dope house
And he done gave you shit
Not even a funky ass ounce so get on and beat that sheisty bitch
And he still calls you family
But i be damned if i be kin, to a nigga who ain't payin me
Cause i ain't with that hoe shit
So if you thinkin bout fuckin me, nigga you better try some more shit
Cause i done paid my dues and like a fool in the process
Watchin other niggas progress
On the motherfuckin shit i did
But in the 90s', its payback and we ain't takin no shorts kid
Cause life is a bitch
And i ain't that nigga to be broke, while makin another motherfucker rich
Wise up nigga, get with the program
Cause in this dirty game, you gots to wash your own hands
And i got a tech 9
Ready to take mine and what's for me hoe
Yeah, no nuts no glory

Big mike:

Now i done heard a nigga callin me the biggest bitch in texas
Cause i'm bumming a ride, when i should be drivin lexus
But you know, i gives a fuck about what nigga say
I handle mine, by handlin shit my own way
I let niggas thinks its cool
To fuck a nigga like me, but they don't know who they psychin fools
See i stay lo-key
Lettin a nigga think he know me, but he really don't know me g
Claiming that we friends
My little girl is ridin the bus, his little girl is drivin a fuckin benz
Whose your friends?
Ask yourself that shit
The only friend i got, is my fuckin pistol grip
Filthy rich i know you love it
I done made your ass fat
And you still talkin bout 25 off a hundred
Be real that shit went out in 86
I'm down with the geto boys but my mind ain't playin tricks bitch
You still refuse to give me mine cool
Nigga be that way and i'm gone handle my business fool
Just like my nigga snoop dogg told me
You gotta be down for your shit, why you can homey
Cause you's about to get your ass lit up
Because the fuckin ain't proper and i ain't the nigga that's catchin the
Nut
Payback is a motherfucker
Payback is a bitch
But payback is a must when i ain't the nigga that's gettin rich
Cause life ain't but one big change
And unlike these other motherfuckers
I ain't afraid to touch yo bitch ass
Cause if you believe in fuckin niggas, you's a hoe
And the peter man can't tolerate hoes so you gots to go
Mr. big man, mr. big nut
Got everybody thinkin you the shit
But really i'm the motherfuckin one
Now i'm about to grab my shit off the self
And go on a mission, one nigga gettin bad by his damnself
So keep on thinkin you fuckin me
But while you thinkin, i'll be pullin yo fuckin number g
Cause i'm a nigga with no heart and no worry
Gettin down for mine's bitch
No nuts no glory

Scarface:
Niggas hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of gooden
Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86
And 1987 i was swore into the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the gangsta ass niggas rode vogues
Drop monty carlos, el dogs and caddy coups
Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof ?
Car down crush ? and fresh paint
Eight in the back you hear my alpine crank
All of my niggas they had a truck load of dope
Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
Cause i remember back when the nigga had green
Seen him at the pipes and now the nigga is just a dope fiend
Funny how a nigga, sold a key or two
Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he remember you
Everythings cool i'm the niggas man
Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a nigga hand
But i just walked away and left his shit to hang
Cause back in the game i had a motherfuckin' thang
And that's why i walk with my hands on my dick
A nigga say "what up?"
I look around and i say "this!"
And i could give a fuck if the nigga gets pissed
Cause if he wants a chunk i'm a get up in his shit

Scarface talking:
Huh like it ain't shit yeah. i thought you knew. it ain't shit. uh, yeah.
Yeah. yeah.

Scarface:
Creepin' comin' up a yellow stonin'
Put my shit in park and drunk a st. ises with my homey
Reminisced on fast times past times and shit
Smokin' on some bud i came acroos my nigga kick
I gave my boy some dap and asked him what's the haps
Chillin' with this girl and a gat across his laps
I knew he had some drama i didn't even have to ask it
Now where were them bitches at it's time to kick some asses
He told what had happened and now i'm thinkin' fuck
I'm callin' up south acres it's time to get 'em up
My motherfuckin' neighborhood is quick to get with static
Never showin' fear cause these niggas never had it
Everybody's trapped, quick to go to war
Quick to kill your ass quick to jack your car
So if you see some shit then i suggest you punch it
Cause what's about to happen you may not be able to stomach
Killers killers killers steady smokin' fry
So nigga lay it down or die motherfuckers die
Fuckin' with my family you dick is in the paint
So don't think that it's shit cause niggero it ain't
Shit to brake 'em off i'm brakin' 'em off with chunks
Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks
And drive-by shootin' ain't the motherfuckin' shit
Cause niggas plot hits after motherfuckin' hits
Killin' you ass for kicks doin' shit for the murder
And since you want me to die you gots to die cause you deserve ta
Now here take two motherfuckin' slugs (bang)
Cause fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged
Mister mister face the hardest nigga being heard
Cause all i have in this world is my balls and my word
I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit
Until you face to face wiith scarface you ain't done shit
I'm killin' off you mark ass niggas with a slug from a glock motherfuckers
I'm a born killer, i really thought you knew bitch
I'm slappin' hoes and cappin' fools
It ain't shit
It ain't shit you know what i'm sayin'? yeah.

Big mike:

This goes out to you h-o-es
Swangin on the nuts of us motherfuckin gs
You ain't never seen a nigga like me baby
Big mike aka big d d
Big dick daddy
Droppin you hoes in a sec
Bustin nut after nut on your motherfuckin back
If your nigga wants to make love to you, cool let a nigga know
Cause a nigga like myself just wana fuck you hoe
And if you don't want him to know i won't snitch
You can be his girl but you know you'll always be my bitch
My freak my hoe my tramp my moneymaker
Keep yo bitch right or a nigga like myself will take a smooth
Off the s-l-a-b
And why you trippin you know your bitch will be rollin with me
So to ladies and everyone throughout your crew
Give a smile in the mean watch out
This dick is for you

Chorus:

I, bitch i just want to fuck you
Dick, sucked the whole nigh through
Ass, licked as if i was a star
This dick is for you baby
Wherever you are, hey

Bushwick:

Bitches i scoop them up like jacks
Stack them like racks and send them home with their pussy off tracks
Cause they be figuring me to be a light weight
But if it gets to be in the bed than that's ok
Cause when i get them, i'm doin damage to that pussy hole
Not only do i fuck the body, but i fuck the soul
What other nigga do you know that can handle this
Hijack the pussy from the back and dismantle it
It sounds kind of difficult, but it ain't
The only difficulty that occurs is when the pussy's stank
Cause then i'm a have to send you home and throw you in a ditch
Or leave you for the garbage man you unsanitary bitch
So spread your legs wide open boo
And let a nigga like me get down, cause this dick is for you

Chorus:

Scarface:

Bitches say i talk bad cause i'm real
And to me expressin myselfis tellin a bitch just how i feel
I had a couple of women in my life but yo
In 1992 i realized that they was hoes
Cause hoes will straight up do hoe shit
Bitches even more shit
And ladies will give you no shit
So i kicked back and played the hand that i was dealt
Pete gave me the mix and let these hookers play themself
Cause 80 percent of the bitches i meet ain't shit but money bandits
I front like i'm givin them??
To dickin that ass and leavin them standin
But for women, i got a better tactic cause i love them
They come to mr. brad cause their mistreated by their husbands
So i hook up shit to make it right
Just call me tonight
And i'll make sure that everything runs tight
Cause if he don't appreciate you boo
The way that i do
You need to let him run back to his crew
Cause he don't understand what you goin through
But regardless to who i screw
This dick is for you

Chorus:

[there's far too many of you dying]

Verse one: scarface

June twenty-eight was the date thirty-eight
Till the chest plate mommy dear's cryin' at the wake
And everybody's dressed up in black suits
Goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop
Why'd he have to die
Is the question that we're under
But everyone knows that everyday's a different number
So when your time comes, just remember g
You'll always have a place in this world as a memory
Especially my boys who passed away back in '92
Best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you
Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin'
Of how we hung in the clubs smokin' and drinkin'
Never missin' out on a hood fight
'cause ever-ee-day back in the hood we had a good fight
Everything is changed and people-r-lookin lonely
It's gonna be strange spendin' new year's eve without your homie
But ain't much that we can do
Except pour brew throughout the crew to make sure we all remember you
And believe me it hurts
To see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt... dirt

[there's far too many of you dying]
[there's far too many of you dying]

Verse two: bushwick bill

Another homie got smoked but it's no surprise
Everybody's trippin cause the boy was to young to die
A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath
Everybody's trippin cause they can't accept my homeys death
Another killin' was reported on the evenin' news
Somebody's brother got killed behind a pair a shoes
In the midst of all this shit i think about my self
Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf
But i refuse to be another violent casualty
So when i'm rollin' i pack my pistol grip beside my knee
Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' can't win
When the people you think are your friends really ain't your friends uh
And bushwick can't sleep
When everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six feet deep

[there's far too many of you dying]
[there's far too many of you dying]

Verse three: scarface

The pain that's deep inside of everybody grows
As they approach to see the body before the casket close
The person standin' nex' to me has snapped the flip
Once i seen the casket closed i knew that that was it
The whole entire family spoke on his defence
The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce
And durin' all the singing i broke down myself
When i looked and seen the family that my partner lef'
And then the choir broke into its final song
Thinkin' to myself the worst is yet to come
Everyone was headed for the final flight
As we creeped along the gravel on the burial sight
The director said his words and there was not a sound
As they lower my little partner inside the ground
Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top
And then they work alone with the concrete block and that's deep

[there's far too many of you dying]
[there's far too many of you dying]

Verse four: big mike

Alotta homies die
Alotta mothers cry
I watch tears fall down from their eyes
Everybody wants to go to heaven but nobody wants to take the chance
They chose the music so they had to dance
Couldn't tell 'im nothin
Was a player, had ta have it
Got caught up in the game now ma boy's in the casket
And everybody's lookin' for somebody else to blame
Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang
We used to kick it on the ave at night
Comin' up tryin' to have the finer things in life
But now my boys gone, i wish he was at home
I wish he wouldn't a never fell victim to the clone
So when i drink a brew for you i pour some on the block son
You might be gone but you damn sure ain't forgotten
So on remember whenever or wherever
Dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that

[there's far too many of you dying]
[there's far too many of you dying]