We Can't B

verse one: bushwick bill

I told you size wasn't shit
That's why i murdered your neices
Wasn't my fault they found they head cut in 88 pieces
Don't let 'em run
Hurry up and catch 'em
You grab an arm i grab an arm let's pull 'till we stretch 'em
Play pussy, get fucked
Means you're better off dead
I wanna see food so i fished in a child's head
Motherfuckers be worried 'cause i'm sick
Dead heads and frog legs
Mmm... cake mix!
Friday the 13th
The night of the living dead
??? ??? walkin' 'round givin niggas head
If you didn't die, i'd say you got lucky
All bodies found dead
Fuck it, blame it on chuckie
But this is child's play... motherfucka!!!

Verse 2:

Aw fuck, chuck's on a killin' spree!
Gimme some barb and i'll start by killin me!
When i murder, i tried to slack off
Now 100 missiles blew a little girl's back off
My name is chuckie, some say i'm insane
You give me some gin, and i might eat a dog's brain!
Give me a motherfuckin 15-pack
And i'll be damned if i don't bring 15 dead niggas back!
A murder contest,
You know i'll win it
Cause in every mailbox, there be a head with a knife in it
I'm gettin hungry
I need to be fed
I feel like eatin' a bag of barbequed broke legs!
Bustin' necks with a motherfuckin' brick!
Half my body is chuckie
The other half is bushwick
A short nigga
Always pumpin' some lead
Haven't figured out a way to get my fist out your forehead
What up
Get up
Sit up
You get lit up
A knife in his neck made a polar bear spit up
A 9, a uzi is my only utensils
Inside his chest they found 10,000 pencils
You have the nerve to try to go against chuck?
With fifty guns aimed at you
How the fuck you gonna duck?
Yo,
When i'm mad, i'm ready to slay
The graveyards are packed
But it ain't nothin' but child's play

Verse 3:

You'd better murder me
Put me to rest
Cause if you don't i'll come out shootin
With my head in a bird's chest
Pissed off,
The way i'm always soundin'
Killed a punk in '82, and they just now found 'im
Some say i'm crazy
Some say i'm on crack
Before i die
Cut off my leg and let me die in iraq
A born loooser
Some say i'm mindless
If i get pissed off
You leave naked and spineless
Worse than charles manson
Never havin' a equal
Went sleepwalkin' last night and killed 300 people
When i woke up they had me chained to the floor
When they told me what i did i killed 300 more
Yo
You wanna rumble?
Then go get your war hat
I went to jail for assault with a carjack
I might be small
But my nuts are big
The worst that you could do is let me keep your fuckin kids
Cause i'm a teach 'em how to act
And if they ain't actin' right
They dyin' tonight!
So, uh
Ain't no use in you tryin' to spot 'em
I send you a motherfuckin note that says "chuckie's got em!"

Shit, tired as..
Need some pussy badder than a motherfucker.
See if this bitch is home.
(Dialing)
(Ringing)
(Girl) - Hello?
(Scarface) - Hello darlin' how you feelin'? It's Sax.
(Girl) - Fine, how are you?
(Scarface) - Ahh, just maxin'
(Girl) - Been thinking of you.
(Scarface) -Yeah? Well let's get together.
(Girl) - Okay.
(Scarface) - Let me take me a shit, and I'ma meet 'cha at 11. Oh yo, bring a friend, I gotta buddy wit me.
(Girl) - Ain't got no friend.
(Scarface) - What?!
(Girl) - Just come and get me.
(Scarface) - I guess you know what's up.
(Girl) - Yeah I know what's up.
(Scarface) - I ain't down for a love affair, I just wanna fuck.
(Girl) - Better come get me.
(Scarface) - Yo, don't bullshit me, she thinks I wanna long one, but I just want a Quickie.

Knocked on her window, didn't wanna wake her parents. Came to the door and the bitch was just starin'
(Scarface) - Come on girl. Yo what the fuck is up?
(Girl) - Why you rushing?
(Scarface) - You rollin' with a nigga bitch or what?

"who gives a fuck about a god damn grammy?"

(willie d)
Yo, flav, i give a fuck about a god damn grammy
But them motherfuckin hoes won't hand me one
At least you was invited by the biggots
The motherfuckers told me to buy a ticket
To the phoney ass ceremony
Fuck oscar, emmy, and tony
Cause when it comes to award time
Niggaz be standin on the god damn sideline
I'm loadin my nine, cause i got a lotta grudges
I'm bout to take out the judges
Willie d won't shit cha but hit cha
Take a look at the overall picture
Every year its the same old story
Same faces, same kinda gories
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my god damn trophy?

I'm under a microscope, for the songs i wrote
Cause the ganksta of love don't scapegoat
I tell it like it is that's why they don't ban me
I ain't tryin to make nobody happy
I'm from the streets so i kick it for the ghetto
I can't talk about shit i don't know
Your whole vocabulary's baby baby baby
That's why you so god damn crazy
And it should be a crime
One sucka gets nominated 5 or 6 damn times
It ain't that he's better than the rest
It's just a damn popularity contest
Or a bribe or a favor
Motherfuckers make a speech and they think that they major
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my god damn trophy?

(award host)
"and the winner is george strait"
"for best female vocalist, reba mcintyre"
"most appearances made after death, elvis presley
The king couldn't be here due to illness
So to accept his award on his behalf, we have grateful dead"

It ain't what you know, it's who you know bro
That's why i'm not on your radio and your video show
It's gettin kinda hectic
And i still ain't kissin no ass to be accepted
They finally gotta category for rap
But don't blink cause you'll miss it in the format
And if you follow my suggestions
9 times outta 10 you see some country western
They need to have willie d on that stage
Pumpin his fists like this and gettin bliss
With md-20 20
Or the 40 o-z wit the rest of the gb
I'm tired of your boring shows
I make your stuck up ass audience say ho!
I sold a lotta records and a lotta people know me
Now where's my god damn trophy

(award host)
"and the winner is randy travis
And guns and...hey what the?"
(willie d)
"get the fuck outta the way
Get your ass out the god damn way
Yo man, the real motherfuckin winners is
The god damn geto boys for most fuck words in a song
The bitch killa of the year grammy goes to
That nigga you love to have ice cube
The nasty ass group award goes out to 2 live crew
The high roller of the industry award goes out to ice t
The pro-black grammy goes out to public enemy
Cause they too black and they too god damn strong
And we gonna give the lip-sync god damn motherfuckin grammy
To those punk motherfuckers, milli vanilli"

(willie d)

Don't say i didn't warn ya
About playin' them hoe games
Like callin' me out on my name
Some a y'all are still gonna try to show off
And get busted in ya goddamn mouth
I won't undetstand how a man can call a man
A bitch or a hoe and be playin'
In my book that's a no-no
Your mouth don't write a check that your ass can't cash bro
Pop you on the (?????) for what
Niggas done got when they played too much
Willie d'll tap a bitch and that's it
Anything else is punk shit
I'll give you some a this *shots*
And some a this *shots*
Their just special effects but you can bet
I got something to make them hoes ease up off me black
Cause homie don't play that

A lot of suckers got they as kicked
Cause hard <???heads???> and rankin don't mix
But if you gonna cap on each other
You gotta know when it's gettin personal sucker
Instead of eatin up your homeboys grill
See that's how a nigga gettin killed
Fools like to joke when your serious
So to kill the bullshit i stopped fuckin wit her, period
Don't snatch my hat off my head like we're homies
And greet me wit a (????) cause you don't know me
Play with your mother or your father
You ain't got no pussy i don't even wanna be bothered

And you bet' not act like you wanna swang
Cause i'm pretty good with them thangs
So call my bluff, do what you like and
I'ma make you read these nikes
Wrastlin' ain't masculine
You say you wanna go to war b
Instead of tryin' to test me
Horse playin' like an adolescent
Will get your ass wrapped up like a present
Your compliments ain't nutthin' but a racket
Your whole conversation is plastic
You say you like my new jacket
Jealous motherfucka even sound sarcastic
(????) your (????) when we shootin' the shit
Maytag ass nigga ain't nuttin but a bitch
Ain't got no back cause your always frontin' black
Man homie don't play that

I don't play that

Lets take it all the way back

Niggas say i'm crazy
When i say keep your comments about my lady
They say "your lucky, i wish i had a girl like that"
I never smile cause i know where they hearts is at
All in front of my girl sayin' how pretty she looks
Game recognized, i wrote the book
"got a good thing, hold tight, don't lose her brother"
You may as well straight up say you wanna fuck her
Still waters run deep man
And ain't nothing worse than one who fronts like a friend
Call your crib when they know you ain't home
Tryin' to rap to your girl on the telephone
Snake in the grass i see him comin
From a mile away i start gunnin'
And everytime one drops
You can see a card wit they face on it in the mailbox
See we ain't that cool
Where you can play wit my girl
And try to get a free feel fool
Or conversate wit us alone
Then i have to step in and stop ya from goin' on and on
With that idle chatter
You say your just bein' friendly ain't that a bitch
You used to be my brother, i'm a father, but the fact
Is homie don't play that

I don't play that

Man homie don't play that

Intro: scarface

I sit alone in my four-cornered room
Staring at candles
Oh that shit is on? heh
Let me drop some shit like this here
Real smooth

Verse one: scarface

At night i can't sleep, i toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
My mother's always stressing i ain't living right
But i ain't going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
It's somebody watchin' the ak'
But i don't know who it is, so i'm watchin my back
I can see him when i'm deep in the covers
When i awake i don't see the motherfucker
He owns a black hat like i own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say "take a chill, b"
But fuck that shit, there's a nigga trying to kill me
I'm pumping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
I'm staring at the woman on the corner
It's fucked up when your mind is playing tricks on you

Verse two: willie d

I make big money, i drive big cars
Everybody know me, it's like i'm a movie star
But late at night, somethin ain't right
I feel i'm being tailed by the same sucker's head lights
Is it that fool that i ran off the block
Or is it that nigga last week that i shot
Or is it the one i beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had 'caine but it was gold medal flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Ain't no use to be lying, i was scareder than a motherfucker
Took a left into popeyes and bailed out quick
If it's going down let's get this shit over with
Here they come, just like i figured
I got my hand on the motherfucking trigger
What i saw'll make your ass start giggling
Three blind, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere i go
Because i'm paranoid
I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners
My mind is playing tricks on me

Verse three: scarface

Day by day it's more impossible to cope
I feel like i'm the one that's doing dope
Can't keep a steady hand because i'm nervous
Every sunday morning i'm in service
Playing for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out of the business
I know the lord is looking at me
But yet and still it's hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while i drive
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over with
And then i'm worry-free, but that's bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if i died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now she's back with her mother
Now i'm realizing that i love her
Now i'm feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me

Verse four: bushwick bill

This year halloween fell on a weekend
Me and geto boyz are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
Till the lawman got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
We'd be in for a squab' no doubt
So i swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, that's the nigga i'd been seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them motherfuckin b's on him
The more i swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then i felt just like a fiend
It wasn't even close to halloween
It was dark as fuck on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playing tricks on me