SCARFACE - AYUSO.09

Aaaaah shit! I'm finna freestyle in this bitch He-yeah Huh youknowmsayin? Check it out I started small time, dope game, cocaine Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn But now I'm up against some mo' shit Because the five-o's done jumped in my face with some ho shit Tried to mix a nigga up in a homicide Said I shot a muthafucka in his mama's ride I ain't the nigga in the trench coat I don't push rocks on the block, I deal the big dope I ain't the nigga on the mic that done said he quit But I be damned if I get popped for some petty shit That's why I move the real chickens So if I'm goin down, I'm comin home on a meal ticket Cause in this game you can't bar shit Do your dirt on the cool, so they can't say they saw shit So when them muthafuckas step up with that he-say You can tell em hoes to hit the freeway Cause I ain't touchin shit with my own hands I leave the dirt to be done by the next man And count my money when they push it off I wonder if the dope game is still bein good to y'all Cause in the past four years, yo I done clocked more cash sellin dope than them white folks That's the reason why they upset And always tryin to mix a nigga up in some fuck shit But I'm a killer comin atcha Mr. Scarface Part III, nigga, The Final Chapter He-he-he Just freestylin in the studio, though Where is Scarface? Where is Scarface? (Here I am Here I am) How much do you make, Sir? (I don't - Man, what the fuck is you talkin bout how much I make?!) Ha-ha-ha. (Fuck you!) I'm in the South Park, peepin out the territory Finna set up shop just like in every story So I'm rentin out the backside And let them niggas do they work, and me, I'm kickin back, right? And layin low in the next section Got a fully automatic M-11 for my protection Everything is goin smooth as planned I gots to try to fool the man Cause if I'm caught, I'm doin 10 flat So I'm gettin it while the gettin's good, nigga, fuck that Cause if I fall short, nigga, then I'm ass out And then we'll see what the judge try to pass out I see some niggas we competin with It's goin down tonight in the village, and I can see this shit So I'm on the telephone callin up the squad "Get your shit together, nigga, we finna mob" Before I hung up the phone, niggas was lettin loose I grabbed my shit and tried to find my bullet-proof But fuck it, niggas, ain't goin for the chit-chat They startin off with a headshot So if I gotta die, then I gotta die, nigga And when I fall on my ass, don't ask me why, nigga It was just my time and the man came to get me Fuck it - plus a bullet hit me A straight niggaroe subtractor Mr. Scarface Part III, muthafucka, The Final Chapter The final chapter for real (All I have in this world.) Yep He-he I gotta - ehm Shit, I guess I better talk about a broad then, huh? Before I close this muthafucka off, right? Check it out Later on, all alone, sat around the house layin low Waitin for these niggas to jump so I can buck a ho And just like I expected A bitch came by in a gee wantin to get naked Now shit's gettin hectic The situation's lookin grim, so yo, I gots to check it Clean those traps, all the other shit I'm fuckin one ho, and in comes another bitch So now I'm jackbonin two hoes Who's the nigga in the Kamurshol? Fuck, nigga, who knows? She musta knew the bitch that I was fuckin with And plus I'm strapped and she was suckin dick Up and down with a smooth stroke Takin 9 inches of this dick like a deep throat The other bitch was involved in masturbation Oh shit - now I'm ejaculatin I let loose and they was fightin for the white shit I got a rubber tryin to make my pipe fit I finally made the cock crack The bitch pulled a .330 and shoved it up my back Then some niggas came out with a chainsaw And tried to hack my muthafuckin brains off These bitches set me up, y'all Pussy - a nigga's quickest downfall I couldn't do shit except take it like a man But if I live, it's on again But I wanted a quick piece So I put down my piece and end up put down, deceased She put the rifle to my muthafuckin head Mr. Scarface is - naw, fuck that shit. Ah-ha-ha Youknowmsayin? Punch the beat in

Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket Took my pistol out, unlocked it, pulled the hammer back and cocked it And left his shit all on the carpet, I seen a (murder, murder) I pin-pointed my target I'm making my way up out the building I got the nigga that I came here to get, notify his children That they old man done fell up out the game Because I came to this muthafucka and killed his ass just like Jesse James Think it's a muthafuckin' game? I come around this muthafucka and kill yo ass just like Jesse James What's my muthafuckin' name? There'll be no witnesses to this homicide No re-enactment on the late night news to be re-dramatized All you got is a nigga with a dot In the middle of his muthafuckin' head he been shot Dropped in the middle of the floor and he ain't breathin' And the niggas on the go 'cause we ain't seein' He did his dirt and got the fuck up out the picture The hollow point just hitcha, out of line, so it got witcha Call the muthafuckin' helicopter But ain't no hope 'cause the Tina broke that nigga off a hella proper That oughta hold your monkey ass (muthafucka, you) That oughta teach your funky ass (muthafucka, you) I know this muthafuckin' game is shit And you done lost the fuckin' game of life And that's a muthafuckin shame (fuckin' shame) You let a nigga come around and do yo ass just like Jesse James And that's a muthafuckin' shame You came around this muthafucka and let me do ya like Jesse James Think it's a muthafuckin' game? Wait, this muthafucka got me bent, I gots to break Because this nigga done put his hands all up in my face He best to chill before I hit him with this lace And catch this muthafuckin' case 'Cause once I got it blind then he done with Because I'm true to myself, fuck the dumb shit You ain't no muthafuckin' gangsta, G And when I get up out your ass you gon' realize it just ain'tsta be It ain't no studio up in me And all that bullshit I'm hearin' you talk only offends me And lately I'm under a lot of pressure It seems to me you can't come clean, so yo, I gots to check ya I pull my .45 and (buck, buck, buck, buck) And right before he die I (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck) I could give a muthafuck about the sentence I snatch yo ass up off the hinges 'cause I'm (screaming for vengeance) 'Cause life has no meaning, no meaning We were all born to die, so no screaming Think it's a muthafuckin' game? I come around this muthafucka and cut yo ass just like Jesse James Put out your muthafuckin' brains I come around this muthafucka and do yo ass just like Jesse James Think it's a muthafuckin' game?

I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin Had to find my place But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue Had to dodge a case Had to dodge a bullet And the nigga that tried to pull it The streets is throwed If I don't get lean and blowed everyday I feel just like i'ma explode on overload and overdrive All my life this drive I tried I seen a lot of good niggas die Cause somebody hated somebody lied or somebody snitched Or somebody's a bitch I wish I could change the past But I gots to live in the present and pray That tomorrow this shit don't last, I'm livin to fast Shit, my momma asked me who I was like she ain't know me But, to tell the truth I didn't know myself I found out she had to told me Just to show me just how good I had it I guess I couldn't see it Mild-mannered I just couldn't be it But that was just the way we used to g it One of the wrongest niggas I see Or one of the strongest niggas I know Walkin on my tippy-toe cause the life I live ain't long and I know So I put weed in the bong and I blow Stay cool calm and collected a neglected Child that grew into a man that's widely respected Too real () I feel no pain I can't complain Stuck in the game Tryin to maintain Cause I'm so real (Pimp c) We blow big everyday But that don't stop our pain Or bring back our homeboys that we done lost off in this dirty game Got niggas doin 40 When you 25 that's life I guess when your career is sellin dope somebody got to pay the price These bitch ass niggas shife Niggas might snitch out they momma That's why me and leroy watch stay strapped and ready for all drama Cause we ain't promised tommorow But nigga you promised to die Nigga can't you see you gettin to high trippin of that potent fry At night I talk to God and try to understand How people can worship false prophets and say prayers to a man I guess they already gone, ain't nothin gone bring them back So I just say thanks for what I got and blow on indo sacks I still love my piece of change, wood grain and big head ones But I had to realize in life everything ain't always fun I guess that's true for some But them hoes will never win Out here just hustlin and grindin Tryin to change from niggas to men My nigga you a ho to me Boy you done went off on me Runnin round with the fakin and hatin I'ma blast if you run up on me I'ma do my dirt by my lonely so that nobody can snitch This matter coulda been resolved If you woulda came clean and paid my shit See niggas disrespect the game but boy you'll never last Pullin that ho shit sellin your partner out for a piece of ass And fool you claim you real but really need to be shot up No respect for your family that's dead Don't write yo peoples locked up Damn I miss my dog he was hog to this game Unlike bustas these days that talk down on your name You boys is funny I'm bout my money And oh so true Mr. 3-2 when I never trusted you I'm too real

Hotel, motel, deep up in a hoe's tail Pussy smellin sweeter than a half a key a dope smell Knock that top back, told her I'd be right back Nigga where your wife at, y'all niggas don't like that I bring a bitch the rough shit, you be on some love shit Kiss and hold and hug shit, she be wantin thug dick You winin, and dinin, puttin all ya time in I be into windin, knockin out the linen Silk pink panties, but she can't understand me I be buyin condoms, you be buyin candy She love you, lust me, gansta shit, it must be All the while you spoilin that bitch, so thinkin 'fuck me' Hard for you to see that, 'cause you be on that weak rap "Ay, can I get some roses please?", nigga where your 'G' at A gentleman, fuck that, wearin suits, what's that? You hit the hoe she lay there, I hit the bitch she fuck back Makin voices, noises, voices and noises (moaning) But when she do, I send her home to you Pussy hole swole up, everytime she roll up (Nasty) I'm slippin in and out ya girl (Nasty) Pussy all around the world (Nasty) Stickin my dick up in and out ya girl (So nasty) Pussy all around the world Now I admit, I didn't put my prick up ya gal She saves her pussy for you, she's just my dick sucking pal She tells me her problem, I like to listen and learn And I don't mind because she's always got a Swisher to burn And a six-pack, I sit back, chill while she drives With her skirt pulled down and her panties to the side Wanna smoke, what's up, open up the glove compartment Grab the Swisher, kiss her, get my lighter and spark it Don't know how she do it nigga but when she be drivin She be slobbin and bobbin while she's givin me noggin And I've been, tryin to tell myself to chill But I find myself just takin the wheel She followed me to the bathroom, and I ain't have to pee I'm at the club tryin to do this little nasty freak I met last week, you know the panties drop quick She suck dick with two hands and a whole lotta spit Average niggas get nervous around the bitch Lick between her legs and run circles 'round her clit Fall in love, she'll make your mind a wreck When she lay on her back, and put her legs behind her neck Sperm drinker, come in her mouth, she keeps suckin it It's too sensitive, have a nigga sayin 'Fuck this shit, bitch, can I have my dick back' You don't wanna hit that, you don't wanna be inside that kit-cat She's too nasty, but I like that Pussy have you right back, fuck where your wife's at It's hard for you to fight that Long throat, nut-gobblin bitch with a tight cat Gettin head in a white 'Lac, bitch

(Feat. B Legit & Bushwick Bill) [B Legit] I flipmake hitsand stick like peanut butter Five g's to the homie my money he didn't stutter The gutter with the gatsfuck thatwe need the lucho It ain't no in between such things as being neutral We shoot y'allanswering to me if it's needed Catch you in the bucket and fuck it we gon feed it We bleed itA K spray and nine milla You fuckin with a killa for scrilla Money wanna deala Peel 'em from the back and fact, you're ass out Throw you in the trunk, we bump and mash out We blast out and get the fuck outta dodge And leave your body corpse parked at the Travellodge You can't reason with a fool with guns and no brains Thrown off your balcony get stoned and let's remain We stressed main, paper come up short Plus this bitch with my baby tryin to take me to court I need a new quarter, plus my screws is loose Makin niggas wanna pour shit down like orange juice I one two, and slap the fuck outta you So go on about my business bitch, and do what you do You like to run shit Do what you do You fuck with powder bitch? Hey yo, do what you do You turn dyke too Yeah, do what you do But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too If you build a heist Yo, do what you do You like to talk the vice? Do what you do Speakin on my crew Nigga, do what you do But if it's fuck me bitch, then it's fuck you too [Bushwick Bill] Me and two freaks in B-Legit's back seat F-u-c-k-i-n-g I got clunkers, cuz you know big Chuck like em plump Sippin hurricane bumpin slurricane cuz it thumps In my trunk my pistol grip pump at all times Kryptonite got me blowed cuz I hit it five times I got condom on my dick, but my mind is on scrilla Bitches just respect this nigga Chuck and I'ma killa Me and my nigga, four hoes, weed, and liquor Headed to the boat to freak these bitches on the river And since I'm from the south these hoes showin me love And B is from the west, he really don't give a fuck Twenty minutes later, all hell broke loose Bitches suckin dick and lickin up nut juice One bitch said she like to eat pussy too She looked at me, I said shit, bitch, do what you do Bitch you like suckin dick? Do what you do Homie, you like to eat pussy? Do what you do Nigga you like bein broke? Do what you do Bitch you wanna fuck me, I wanna fuck you too Nigga you like stealin cars? Do what you do Nigga you like bein 'hind bars? Do what you do Nigga you don't give a fuck about shit? Do what you do Nigga it's fuck Bushwick, well fuck you too

Meanwhile, on the Southside of town... [Chorus] Southside, the south, southside (8X) [Scarface] Now what you niggas know about the dirty South Nigga you spit the wrong shit you gettin' spurred in the mouth Southside, let the spotlight shine, heat 'em up Introduce 'em to the glock 1-9, beat 'em up Who in the muthafuckin' house y'all, the Gulf Coast Sippin' blurbs, we perb on, serve and get a smoke Eyes bleedin' from the brown shit The porch thick as you could ever fuk around wit And shut you down, bitch I represent from all angles of the south From S.A. to M-I-A, we in the house Knockin' busta muthafuckas out So what you sayin' If you for real about this Goddamn game You'd say you playin' So what you claimin' Peep the game that's bein' spit Tell dem niggas who ain't listenin' That Southside's the shit I'm screamin' "Dirty South" While I'm chuckin' up my deuce Dedicated to my down ass niggas The South trues, the Southside [Chorus] [Devin] Southside, nigga what, nigga southside Bitches come a dime from outta town With they mouth wide open Scopin' out the popped trunks, trippin' Off the candy paint, drippin' Elbows and vogues slippin' Lookin' for sumtin' to happen And thinkin' that these streets are cool And I'm the fool to show 'em 'round "Cause I be rappin' That's when I let 'em know Hoe, there's no southern hospitality "Cause when dey get here Then the southern fatality I ball Wit a group of niggas when it's time to do a job Fuck these groupie bitches smokin' drankin' with the squad Because it gets crazy after dark They keep they hands on they gun From 5th ward to South Park The Southside [Chorus] [Tela] Bitches and hoes, jewelry and clothes Money to fold, afterparties and shows That's how it goes in this dirty hole Southside muthafuckas need to let 'em know that uhh (Niggas ain't playin' in Texas) Even our bitches be bouncin' in bubble Lexus In the 'llac, in the back, wit yack That's our thang Niggas got game and you slang like main I been around the world and I-I-I-I Love my Southside niggas I don't know man I don't know why, why We some live ass niggas Makes no sense how they pimp in the Chi I'm gone ball from the H to the M 'til I die A-T-L, what the hell, you know Atlanta be live In between New Orleans, shit, we 'bout it and high Come on