And Yo lyrics

Artist  : Scarface 
Song : And Yo



 Send "And Yo" Ringtone to your Cell 

  feat. Redman, Young Noble (Outlawz)

[Redman]
I got a headache this big...
Word up.. word up.. word up..
It's kinda hot in here
Haha (word up) Brick City (word up)
Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo

It can't be!
P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED
BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo'
(Bla bla...) I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars
I pull cards like Vegas
Clap my hands then walk away from the table with
ya payment
(How I'm paid?) Niggaz are barely a village
I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance & Phillip
A man or gorilla (ahh ahh) my cap toot back like
Fred
So white bit*hes jump on my +Limp Bizkit+ and
yell
'You niggaz know you can't f**k around'
Haha yeah, you see me, you be duckin up and down
(Yo yo yo) Super Lex, cop a thing-thing
Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng
f**k ya brains out hold when Al Green sings
When your out cold, bit*h steal ya bling bling
You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it
I got the next bit*h rockin ya birthday present
News at 11, Scarface and Doc
From Bricks to South Park we say, 'F**K THE
COPS!!'

[Hook: Redman]
Yo, you niggaz know you can't f**k around
You niggaz know you can't f**k around
You see me, you be yuckin duckin up and down
What, these niggaz know they can't f**k around
What, you niggaz know you can't f**k around
You see me in the streets, you be duckin up and
down
Nigga, you niggaz know you can't f**k around
Yo, you niggaz know you can't f**k around

[Scarface]
As I, bring it to ya one more time
From a state where we stole weight, and dough
mind dine
And we don't tote six-shooters, we tote glock
nines
And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat
dimes
It's a place where it's a common site to see the
5-0
Hit the other side of sixteen and getcha mind
blown
Fo sho', it's a different vibe from being
downtown
then when ya come into the ghetto and ya can't
come back out
 
I seen the ghetto shut down, seen niggaz shot up
Seen niggaz get knocked the f**k out and never
got up
The neighborhood paralyzed, crack drive-bys
It's evident we hurt, you ignored our cry
On the outside the ghetto just another mindstate
And import more minorities to help the crime rate
I ain't lookin for a job, f**k workin the
part-time
when we could come up on some dough, with good
combs and slang dimes
I see this all the Goddamn time - it's f**ked up
and it's the truth
Nevermind the shooter on the roof
It's a war goin on right here, where we at
I can't complain about what I can't change, so
why dap?
Dropped outta high school in tenth grade so I
rapped
But still, can't seem to get this monkey off my
back
f**k it, I pulled a few moves and ride for the
streets
And when I start to feel like this, don't f**k
with me!

[Hook]

[Young Noble]
Yo, Young Noble Outlaw, spittin sh*t with 'Face
and Red
Bear looped out flows and you can taste the wet
Place ya bet, young nigga ace the test
You say Nob' got a old soul, blame the vets
Flurp sh*t from the earth bit*h, cradle to grave
Burnt sh*t from the fingertips, able to spray
Nigga ya mind playin tricks on you
Ya drew down, but ya nine won't spit for you
And ain't nobody got no hostle clips for you
You in the mix but ain't nobody doin sh*t for you
It's gon' be Hell for hustler, while your neck
spoil you
With the same clip you had last week
and niggaz know I know the real, that's why the
fag don't speak
And I ain't even peak yet, without the heat yet
Holla my street yet, cuz I be the beef yet
I'm hittin these niggaz hard, I ain't even eat
yet
or felt defeat yet, I melt the weak yet
Lyrical breathe death - we thugs nigga what
we take slugs to the gut
Patch 'em up, hit the Bricks, it's time for our
lunch
Outlawz, Dirty Mob motherf**ker!

[Hook] - 2X