Mr. Scarface lyrics

Artist  : Scarface 
Song : Mr. Scarface



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Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the
block
Out jumps some fiends and steals all his
rocks
Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the
fiends
And Mr. Mr. Scarface went up the block
again

(All I have in this world all I have
in this world
All I have all I have all I have
in this world)

Ahh yeah hah
Mr.
Scarface is back in the motherfuckin house once
again!
Yea droppin some of that new
Mr.
Scarface Two, on your motherfuckin ass
So suck
a nigga dick, or make a nigga rich
Or
something, bitch

Verse One:

I don't
give a FUCK about the chatter in the
background
Niggaz get beat when they step this
is axe down
If you don't know, I recommend you
check
And ask them motherfuckers, how many
heads I put to rest
I play a game but the game
ain't roulette
Slangin cane is the thang and I
beat
That there's a lot of wannabe
Scarfaces
I've heard the name in ninety-nine
different places
I'm here to squash it all
original will speak
Scarface on your ass from
the streets
I left my cut, in fear of a prison
term
They wanna put me in a chair and let me
burn
But go to prison on a murder rap, fuck
that
I refuse to be a visitor in state's
camp
So I broke and left behind all I worked
for
Either that or be sentenced for a drug
war
And many want to know why I've slowed
up
It's either that or get fucked
Cause
laws get happy on the trigger
Say fuck it put
a cap in a nigga
But this ass ain't made for
no caps homey
This ass says 'Exit Only'
So
I get in the wind but hey
A nigga still sold a
quarter everyday
I sat around for six months
black
Waitin for the day to make a
comeback
And now I'm ready for combat
Mr.
Scarface is back

Chorus: repeat
2X

(All I have in this world, all I have
in this world
All I have, all I have, all I
have in this world)
Nobody knows my name,
they'll only know this face
On the farilla my
nigga just call me Scarface

Verse
Two:

Aiyyo Bido, drop that shit
Yeah,
heh heh
Back in the South Park, six o'clock on
the dot
Checkin on my old rock spot
I seen
the same old set
Heh, the small timers see me
so they jet
Buildin one-twenty-eight
I got
myself a bag and I can't wait
To cut em up
small to make a profit
Niggaz on the cut short
stop it
Fiends'll see em small then they
go
Where, to see the motherfuckin pro
One
nigga got pissed
And started reachin for his
shit
Three-fifty-seven on your ass
fool
Like I said before, you don't get a
second chance dude
Unloaded on his ass he was
hurt
Six shots put his dick in the
dirt
Laid him out like a motherfuckin
rug
Gettin pumped full of thirty-eight
slugs
Some other niggaz stepped out
y'all
Aww shit, I had to make a phone
call

Hello?
Hay Jay
Whassup?
I'm
in a little trouble man
Where you at?
I'm
out here in South Park Village
Stay right
there, I'll be right on
C'mon let's take these
motherfucers to war main

Jay called up some
niggaz from the 5th Ward
And came back with a
motherfuckin hit squad
Motherfuckin uzi
machine
Big Chief packed an M-16
Will and
AK with a banana clip
And little Bill had a
god damn pistol grip
I hit a little laugh and
got me a buzz
And that's about the time they
got drugged
One more war took place
You can
call me the shit started, or call me Mr.
Scarface

Chorus

Verse
Three:

Damn, check this shit out
Later
on, all alone, you know what happened
next
Another bitch came by to give me
sex
It was kind of strange I was thrown
off
The last bitch got her head blown
off
But fuck I ain'tsta pass up no
pooty
She started strippin at the door, oh
goody
I got in that ass with the
quickness
Fuckin her down with the
diznick
I didn't have to pretend I loved
her
All she wanted me to do was just fuck
her
So I gave it up to the lady
And all she
said was 'Fuck me baby, fuck me baby'
I started
stroking in an outrage
The whole while I was
starin at my twelve gauge
The bitch was makin
noise I said I'm killin her
And all the while
my dick was hard and he was still in her
I
made a nut as she fell to the floor
I heard a
knock on the front door
I grabbed the twelve
gauge from the bed head
Who is it? (Fred)
Who?
Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the
door
By that time someone jumped in the
window
Now what the fuck was I do? *bam bam
bam*
The bitch packed a twenty-two
Hit him
in his head, there she laid him
The nigga
standin by the door I sprayed him *automatic
fires*
And headed for the back
I seen that
same old brown cadillac
It kinda fucked me up
at first
Cause the nigga that drove that caddy
rode away in a hearse
I opened up fire on the
ride G
Who I was shootin for was standin right
behind me
I had a double barrel pointed at my
ass
Could this be the end of Mr. Brad?
I
don't know what happened to the slut
Well
that's about the time the closet door it opened
up
*kicked open* On your ass trick!
I'll be
damned if I go out like the last bitch!
Heh,
five-oh's on my ass main
They know me by the
face, but they don't know my last name
Now I'm
back on the case
Yeah, just call me Mr.
Scarface