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All I have in this scar is balls (x6)
balls, right word (gunshot)
balls, right word (don t fuck with me)
balls, right word (gunshot)
balls, right word (don t fuck with me)
All I have in this scar.... (x10)
If he needed the money he give em pow (x2)
This town is like a great big pussy,
just waitin to get fucked (x4)
Say hello to my little friend (x4)
(tons of gunshots)
All i have in this scar is balls (x6)
Don t fuck with me (x4)
(Gunshots)
All I have in this scar is balls (until the song ends)

Tekst :

Man
Motherfuckers just, follow a nigga around dude
That s real
Some shit though, fuck these feds
{?} nigga, racist motherfuckers, man!

[Scarface]
I don t wanna - run no more, but I know that if I stop
I ll be another nigga headed to heaven, hangin with Pac
These motherfuckers look at me like I m a slanger
Makin threats to my family, dawg I m in danger
Who do you call when these agents want you dead
and they hit these penetentiaries and niggas make a pledge
So I dip and duck the feds, all my homies duck out on indictments
Caught up on the phone, talkin prices (hello)
25-to-life s the mandatory minimal
My whole community gets treated like they criminals
Why are them bitches gettin motherfuckers hung
Got a C.I. on the inside and everybody s sung
Mothers and fathers seperated from they sons
Households are broken, you couldn t hold your tongue
If it s yours, say it s yours, take the case, do your time
When you was out here gettin money from it everything was fine
Now you cryin in your jail cell, stressin on the case
And the D.A. is at a nigga every single day
I can see it in your face, in the middle of your soul
You in question of your manhood homey - keep it cold

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
We don t talk to police, we don t make a peace bond
We don t trust in the judicial system, we shoot guns
We rely on the streets we do battle in the hood
I was born in the G Code, embedded in my blood

[Scarface]
See I be on some street shit, don t talk to police
I won t accept a visit from agents who wanna see
if I got shit to say about a nigga case
I m a motherfuckin nigga through and through, I ain t gay
Know a nigga caught a case and he took his 25
Sat it out on appeal, and gave him back that time
A soldier in his mind and his actions said the same
Told a cracker tell your mpmmy suck his dick and see Rick James
Ain t no motherfuckin game, we been livin this for real
When the government is workin , real niggas never squeal
Right here the truth revealed, Troy you a mouse
Yeah you rappin but the homey Lil Pots can t get out
Niggaz they hit the pen, they get charged, then get out
On a rule, 35, he a bought it for the cops
You can hear it in his voice, I done listened to the tapes
Now you showin up in court, testifyin for the state

[Chorus]

[Scarface]
I m knowin all the scams, all the tricks to the trade
Know a nigga tryin to get clean, and you get in the way
Know a nigga tryin to get green, and you stick out the bait
Cause a nigga like a dopefiend, can t rehabilitate
Still stickin to the G Code, we playin by the rules
We don t fuck around with new niggas, cause new niggas is fools
We don t photograph the homies, that ll catch a nigga up
On a picture you a victim, bottom line nigga fucked
Only connect the real, stayin down with the true
I got love for you Ant, you a real nigga Spook
My nigga Spoonie Gee, I can only name a few
But there s a thousand motherfuckers in the pen bulletproof
So this one here for you, I m a rep it til I die
Fuck a 5-K-1, check his P-S-I
Send his ass to the top if he say he sit at home
He a motherfuckin snitch, snitchin niggas need this song

[Chorus]

Tekst :

[Bushwick Bill]
You can t make a silk purse out of a sow s ear
Gotta start with the right material, to generate a useful idea
In other words, you can t turn a ho into a housewife
Try it, the bitch ll make you sock her in her mouth twice
It started out beautiful, but you was playin possum
To me, you was just a fuck, but our relationship blossomed
Got attached to your kids, I loved em like my own
I loved em like my own
Referred to your daughter as my daughter, your son as my son
Called you my wife, even if it was common law
Never saw a better creature in my life
How could the one who stole my heart, make me reach for my knife
(Why you reachin for your knife?) Cause I ma stab that bitch
(What if they take your freedom Bill?) They can have that shit
Now she wanna be friends - ain t that a bitch?
Fuck you bitch, I hate you bitch!
I wouldn t care if you burned in a fire
Crashed in a plane or got hit by a motherfuckin train
You make my life a livin hell, the sun s out but it s dark
You re the devil, all you need is a pitchfork
I m too short to take shorts
I m havin seconds thoughts, the ride s too scary, I gotta get off
I wish I never met you ho
I wanna hang you from a fuckin cliff and let go, you dirty bitch

[Chorus 2X: Bushwick Bill]
Why you wanna bring me down
Why you wanna bring me down, you dirty bitch

[Bushwick Bill]
I once believed that I could save you, emotion was squandered
Now go back to that fuckin rock you crawled from under
I did more fo yo kids, than they sorry-ass biological father ever had
That s why they called me dad
Your own momma used to tell me not to fuck wit cha ass
I messed around and got you pregnant, now I m stuck wit cha ass
I gave you everything I had, didn t have to be forced
Why the fuck you wanna take a nigga to court? You dirty bitch
Tell me this, who paid the medical expense
When your kids was sick, suck dick you fuckin whore
Burned my car and my clothes, like you were Angela Bassett
I left town, you moved out, all you left was the mattress
Now I m hearin that you had another man all the while
When I see you I ma beat your ass, so go head and file
I can tell by your tone you think it s funny bitch
Where the fuck is my money bitch? You ain t runnin shit
I ll hook you up like your kidneys failed
You think I give a fuck about sittin in jail?
You think I don t know the ghetto streets are bumpy?
And you re the reason why them niggaz tried to jump me?
At first I was cool with the split
But you keep, callin my new bitch, bein messy and shit
You can t stand to see me happy, with or without you
Had to rain on my parade, it was all a charade
You triflin slut, ain t worth a cigarette butt
I shoulda left you where I found you, waitin on a bus
Wanna drag you to a field and chop you up to the bone
You ain t worth the fuckin ground I walk on, you dirty bitch

[Chorus] - 2X

[girl on the phone mouths off til Bushwick breaks in]

[Bushwick Bill]
Yeah, take this bitch, uh-huh, yeah motherfucker yeah
Yeah, yeah you fuckin, yeah bitch!
Yeah you fuckin..

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