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SCARFACE lyrics - 11-09-70 (Intro)

Games Over

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(feat. Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, Too $hort) [Intro: Too $hort] Man, what's up with these niggaz out here Mad at us cause we on top I love to see niggaz gettin money Better get it while the gettin is good Get it while you can, man And stop hatin me, fuckin with my shit cuz I got more hustle than you Get yours, get yours baby [Verse One: Dr. Dre] I'm seeing millions, niggaz dont understand know what Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plans to blow up, will he style like this everyday I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueray stay in the mix like Alezay V.I.P., my shit parked valet on the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile again some try to assault Dre, its still cavi Im eatin steak while they struggle to break the slave mentality I givin livin definition long as my hearts tickin I fought and made the world listen Whatever fly Dr. Dre invented turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inches I push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions over rap master with the Houston heat holder these playas best to get they shit in check cuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deck [Chorus: Ice Cube] Lord please, murda my enemies (Yeah) Burn em at a thousand degrees And lord please let me make mo cheese Cuz I aint quite ready to leave (No) [repeat 2X] [Verse Two: Scarface] Buck the whole world meant that, gotta stay strapped cuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gats Super fist fightin shit might come down to dyin When the time comes down for the tryin I got nine reasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my face with the nonsense, cause I'm always heated and you can taste this Audi little something out the seams a my trousers with no hesitation I got a team to come clown ya I down ya, so let your people know what they face with the type of individual thatll bomb a sub-station Kaboom! and everybody dies outside there aint no escapin the Reaper so dont try Go ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to step Face down, hit, bleedin on the steps a death Check yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiers December 31st, 96 (the game is over) [Chorus] (I've got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give) [Verse Three: Dr. Dre, Scarface ] Smokin weed I never trail, I lead spendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was pocket money, Gs but these are the things real playas do talkin shit is real things that the hatas do I'm namin you shit's thick, its time to run for shelter I kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter skelter Dear diary, I'm runnin outta pages Fadin, in and out, takin purple hazes The dazes, Revelations in the last stages Red skys institute, the silent horns playin Im prayin with tears in my eyes Cuz I'm tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyin But they eyein my bank account with beams on my rover the killa failed to launch his attack (the game is over) [Chorus]

Bad Boy This Bad Boy That

Diddy-Bad Boy baby,(ooh) we the last standin' check the record,(bad boy) check the score Da band,(yeah) the next generation of Bad Mothafuckers,(Come On) Babs-Yo Im back and I'm hittin em hard tits don't sag, I don't need no push up bra, bitch you mad?, Babs got a brand new car, droptop in the hood, I'm the ghetto superstar breath, pop bottles and roll up weed Babs strong off bitches like im Hercules you got a problem? Come see the girl ill solve em big belly bitches we starve em, niggaz in the hood we rob em whenever they floss and betta tuck in yo chain, bitch keep on walkin', You a thug? Why you keep on talkin? Lets get it crackin, get a bitch stomped out in the club, ill make it happen, I got this, Diddy done let me out hot chicks spit sick when I open my mouth, believe it, my hair now raised and I weave it, me runnin home, the fire we cease it (all I hear is Bad Boy This And Bad Boy That) (cause Bad Boy beat you down wit a baseball bat) Elliot Ness-Niggaz say im a changed man since I made Da Band, nobody gave a dam, no one gave a hand, (that's right) made man made Da Band, wave ya hands, rocks in the watch im thinkin bout to blaze Da Band, Elliot Ness you know im here to save the land, dont try to lie, you see the liquor's what made you ram(whoo) go somewhere ,and be maintenance man, a janitor,dog don't blame me, blame your manager, keep yo hands off my pockets nigga, franchise like I play for the Rockets nigga, who shot you? Biggie Smalls, Tupac you nigga, ready to die all eyes on the project nigga, you start? I put something in yo biceps nigga, I cant help it , im a violent nigga, You fuckin wit the wildest nigga (all I here is Bad Boy this, Bad Boy that) (Cause Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat) Young City-Drop and go, hoppin off the G5 wagon, g codin rees bozin, tees swaggin, runnin game on yo bitch, yo boys a pimp, I need a bitch wit no type of common sense, that about it, if you bought it throw it up, I got fire if you ready to lite it, tow it up(sscch) now dats gangsta, don't make me spank you, runnin that warnin how yo life's in danger, ride wit the underworld that keep bangas,(bangers) niggaz that be off they frail and beef brangas, picture a nigga tryin to carry me, it wont happen, I wont let you niggaz wary me, im a stay thugged out til they bury me, when they do, I cant wait to see you Barry B im a dirty south nigga from the dirty streets get fuck, get buff, get the fuck off yo feet (all I hear is Bad Boy This, Bad Boy That) (cause Bad Boy will beat you down wit a baseball bat) Miami-because half these dudes aint ever killed nothin, im Fred you want em dead? Put some bullets in his coffin, lord forgive me but these niggaz is playin wit the boss man, y'all don't wanna get in the trunk, you get in tossed then, (Oh Mann) tight if we tight and you bring yo cousin, man homeboy thats yo man, (lets go) man I got it all planned, Diddy founded the game, (I'm here baby) im bad but not a boy I got a part of his name (lets go) I'm hungry, I see you slippin and its off wit the chain, yo head,harder than wood, then I saw yo brain, a done, I mean what I say and I say what I mean, I eat, shit and sleep, yeah I lay wit them theme, Bad Boy were universal,(bad Boy) so don't play wit the team(holla) Bad Boy so don't play wit the team(holla) Bad Boy so don't play wit the team(holla) Bad Boy so don't play wit the team,(holla)(Lets Go) Da Band,.. Da band(Da band 2003) Fire, Fire, (too hot for t.v) too hot to hold in the head for all of this time, (too hot to hold, too cold to hold come on now) ha, ha, ha, ha, and my man Diddy the throne, and don't play wit the king man Miami, Chopper City, Babs, Sarah, Dylan,(yeah) Ness, And we won't stop (Da Band) (Fire)

This Can't Be Life

JAY-Z "The Dynasty Roc La Familia"
[Jay-Z] Geah.. whassup? Where's all my street niggaz, project niggaz Real niggaz, worldwide Let's reflect.. e'rybody got a story We all ghetto B - here's mine Geah See I was -- born in sewage, born to make bomb music Flow tight like I was born Jewish Used the streets as a conduit - I kept arms 38 longs inside my mom's Buick At any given moment Shawn could lose it, be on the news Iron cuffs - arms through it; or stuffed with embalmin fluid Shit, I'm goin through it - mom dukes too Tears streamin down her pretty face, she got her palms to it My life is gettin too wild I need to bring some sort kinda calm to it Bout to lose it; voices screamin Don't do it! It's like '93, '94, bout the year that Big and Mag dropped; and Illmatic rocked outta every rag drop, and the West had it locked Everybody doin 'em, I'm still scratchin on the block like Damn; I'ma be a failure Surrounded by thugs, drugs, and drug - paraphenalia Cops courts, and their thoughts is to derail us Three time felons in shorts with jealous thoughts Tryin figure where your mail is, guesstimate the weight you sellin So they can send shots straight to your melon; wait! It gets worse, baby momma water burst Baby came out stillborn, still I gotta move on Though my heart still torn, life gone from her womb Don't worry, if it was meant to be, it'll be -- soon [Chorus: Jay-Z] This can't be life, this can't be love This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us This can't be life, this can't be love This can't be right, there's gotta be more, this can't be us [Beanie Sigel] Chill dog Second oldest born, from Michelle Brown my mother Hell bound, grew with two sisters and one brother Pop wasn't around, so many stories that's another I'm thinkin damn; how my older sister gon' make me tougher When steel sharpens steel, I'ma keep it real I'm tired of tryin to hide my pain behind the syrups and pills Dead to the world, stretched out like a corpse for real Y'all niggaz thinkin what y'all readin in The Source is real What my life like, you lookin at the source, it's real What your life like? Mine dog, of course it's real Passin judgment, you niggaz second-guessin Beans Cause you don't eat swine don't make you Amin Dog you know a couple suras, out the Qur'an I guess you all on your din and I ain't on mine Stop that Akki, 'fore I send shots though your body Make 'em feel feel hell on earth before Allah drop thee I feel the line's drawn here, nuttin more can stop me Till them feds pick me up, or them boys pop me There's only three things that make Mac not act like Beans Amatullah Tisha, Po Aldin, Samir Amin My seeds dog, gotta teach 'em that before I leave dog Shit I know that I'ma see 'em when I leave dog I come back in the afterlife Like fuck it I done touched hell twice; what's the meanin? [Chorus] [Scarface] Yeah.. uhh.. Now as I walk into the studio, to do this with Jig' I got a phone call from one of my nigs Said my homeboy Reek, he just lost one of his kids And when I heard that I just broke into tears And see in the second hand; you don't really know how this is But when it hits that close to home you feel the pain at the crib So I called mine, and saddened my wife with the bad news Now we both depressed, countin our blessings cause Brad's two Prayin for young souls to laugh atlife through the stars Lovin your kids just like you was ours And I'm hurtin for you dog; but ain't nobody pain is like yours I just know that heaven'll open these doors And ain't no bright side to losin lifel; but you can view it like this God's got open hands homey, he in the midst.. of good company Who loves all and hates not one And one day you gon' be wit your son I could've rapped about my hard times on this song But heaven knows I woulda been wrong I wouldn'ta been right, it wouldn'ta been love It wouldn'ta been life, it wouldn'ta been us This can't be life [Chorus] [Jay-Z] This can't be life..


[Little Girl] and u will never break me til the day i die [Angie] yo every time i turn around they say how i deal with that weak shit i told yall of the stages i cant agree wit we showed yall, promoted yall on how to freak shit ... but here's a little secret...uh uh we still number one blazin hip hop and r&b quick cuz its simple and plain how can u sit and complain quick when we payed the way for u to get in the game chicks nigga's wuteva...its only the real that they recognize by the real and since u dont recognize u know the deal How i feel I dont no emotionz get showed if anything i feel violated being that we been cloned reporterz quit, i dont get caught up in the mix 10 years deep, i wuz brought up in this shit OG , big truck series, the carz is gone any questions ill be directing ur commentz to alkatron...sing that shit a primitive mind is all i all i eva had and u will neva break me til the day i die My reputation and my name is superb now add that with animal house and a flow thats like rain down a curb Cuz I , write a verse and I change a few words , edit and perfected it .. and and... Im still on the air about the dough be clear , u gotta go each year we lock and load beware im outta control animal mode will let u know not to hand me no goal everything i write hot like mah hand on a stove the ----- know bullshit dont effect me like a die hard knicks fan so na mas if's and's I could show u how power shit get ran and I cant get budged cuz when ur best friend is the jury bottom line is u cant get judged and that last line when ova ya head so u'll prolly neva know til ur dead eitha way wut i said iz real , sing a primitive mind is all i all i eva had and u will neva break me til the day i die uh yo uh.. and im not bein cocky cuz i work mah way up and even tho it hurt neva gave up went from handin out fliers to number one major.. i dont ---------------------- im about dollaz, hold ur 2 centz saved up dropped mah first album neva rocc in mah life did everything on mah own wrote the songs, hit the mic get the beats all nice stayed up got it right minimal help, felt alone now u got a problem right cuz its animal house , the team iz here its a new day with me this year be clear , im focused best coaches , way too many peeps pro to machines and way to much heat still grounded neva been way up in the sky workaholic still spend days inside angie u could neva break me , i move wise and thats til the day I die , oh my god a primitive mind, is all i all i eva had and u will neva break me til the day i die

Re-Akshon Remix

[T.I. talking] Aye, aye Bun who did this man? So me and you got, T.I.P., Killer Mike, Lil Jon, and Bun B So that's the King of the South.. the Underground King.. the King of Crunk.. and King Kong all on the same song Heheh.. aye Jon, they ain't ready We taking it on back to the trap my nigga! [Hook] I got them 'bows on my 'lac - swervin on these niggaz! I got the hoe up in the back - bumpin niggaz figgaz! I got the weed in my sack - smokin on that killa! In the hood where I'm at - trappin with my niggaz! I got the NEW NEW... (Killa K-K-K-Killa Killa...) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (K-K-K-Killa Killa..) NEW NEW... (Niggaz don't wanna touch the Killa..) [T.I.] Man we been throwin raps for too long Aye whatchu wanna do homes? I'm finna pull this heat and have you fetal like a new-born T.I.P., Mike, and Bun B - scared whatchu better be We was just the kings, now we heads of a legacy Leaders of the new south, fake niggaz move out He talkin loud and proud, but he scared with a tool out I'm the nigga they be askin what we gon' do bout? Mike told me "fuck them niggaz, bring that New New out" Tank the Chevy, buy the Caddie, bring the 22's out Put the city back on top, just seperate the fools now We had lots of misrepresentation but hey we cool now Can't keep playin both sides of the fence, you got to choose now The realest of the real or the fakest of the fake If ya got it on ya chest, shawty say it to my face When ya hold ya nuts in hatred, ya only rushin til ya wait And we gon' show them people what it really is in the A [Hook] [Killer Mike] Straight from Atlanta, the hog hand-ler Grown folk trap, scramb-ler Knee deep, means to get them G's to my manager My mack-10 made for action, body-baggin and throat braggin I'll drag 'em threw the river like a bad yellow nigga I'm mashin with pops fashion, bustin first no questions askin You gon' off that waterboat and thinkin you can hold me I'm, King Kong on every track, no cap-sule can hold me I'll THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP, when I BUMP BUMP BUMP BUMP! It's woofers, tweeters, speakers, geekers, ALL IN YO' TRUNK! My dad ain't raise no fag, my mom ain't had no punk We don't hesitate or negotiate, we pop Chevy trunks From the home of Coca-Cola, I'm not referrin to soda I'ma grind til I shine, or die going for mine Sick Sawyer buy my side, swervin and blowin pine Don't be a victim to a Killer, be a father to ya son This Re-Akshon, Killa Kill, T.I.P., and Bun [Hook] [Bun B] Bitch I'm coming live from the trunk and I thrive on the funk Cuz I'd rather die like a man than survive like a punk I'm no coward, I'm 'dro-powered, you gettin Twin-Towered devoured - it's a shit-storm and you bout to get showered From Broward county to Harris, Pasadena to Paris I embarrass niggaz on chrome wheels as big as the ferris Cuz there is, now way now how - I stay low-key, low-brow In that black on black on black in the 'lac cuz I'm so wild I get, drunk off that, I'll be high off this I might pop one of those, it don't matter my nigga - I don't miss They put me hot on list, where players are posted But them players we posted up on corners, when they say and get roasted And the prayer get toasted, cuz I keep the flame on The face for the game on - leave a stain on anything I puts my name on Disrespect and the tech'll peck a player like Woody Cuz cain't nuttin keep a trill nigga down, ask Khujo Goodie [Hook] [Killer Mike talking] All I gotta say is sucker emcees better run The debate is now, who's the greatest emcee? T.I.P., Killer Mike, or Bun? We are not doing this for fun - this is a bloodsport Emcees are dying, mothers are crying and wack-ass niggaz will go out trying It is officially a new day, I am officially the new mouth AND THESE ARE THE EMCEES OF THE NEW SOUTH!!

Rolling With Heat

[Chorus: Kweli & Dice Raw] Downtown everybody move to the beat Uptown everybody moving the heat Cross-town the party where both sides meet Eastside, westside, there's always beef X2 [Kweli] I tattoo the page with the permanent ink Mr. Rourke on your Fantasy Island The umbrella in your tropical drinks Still run it up it, liquor in your cup Fucking you up Hang over the banister You feel the rush of the blood going straight to your brain Ain't no love, you only love bringing hate to the game Taking my name in vain, mistaking license for freedom He make music for the people, people dying to meet him People! We still abuse it, while the rich is made of music He probably driving a Buick and be rocking van--- ? G-U-E relevant, see how his man do it Fucking with niggas from illa fifth, see how we ran through it The river in the valley The nigga in the alley Rolling with the heat from BK to killer Cali The hands will fake the clapping You'll be collasping You softer than the land on legs Transforming the landscape Like a sandstorm in the Sahara I am the truest nigga I do more shows than The Roots to Carol Lewis Creative artist, never play the targets of game hunters You may want to test this product like cane smugglers Dis disco shit Popping like Crisco Hitting your face Spit in your face like pistol shit My style, wild like wipple whip I go back like a pistol grip It's pro-black, Kweli! [Chorus] w/o Kweli [Black Thought] I'm a FED like Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms Willy gank, spit the killer dank dialogue Pyro-maniac like Dr. Molotov I knock the bottle off And knock the model off Gots some non-believers here Some how I'll save y'all Or stop y'all worries, you makin me vexed Hit up gekko, this ain't got gold correct I'll fuck around and hit your body like ? Cuz you a toy not a soldier yet You better hold your neck You dick smokers get no respect With the blood, ice your watch, rock your rocks Better rock it on the screen and not the blocks Cuz them crews don't stop them shots It's so many that fly, they chase down, I just stop and watch I'm from the south side of philly, it's known to get gruesome Heavy hitter villians these alleyways produce them Heavy hitter on a pocket we find a way to juice them They may as well pay, schmuck Introducing the B-to L-A see me the king splitter Then analyze this dime, the main thing glitter Then analyze the taste in your mouth, it seem bitter Ganster, valid dick torian, graduate of I dare you If you are paper thin I'm a tear you I'm a come take care of you put a part in your hairdo You barking like I'm a starting to scare you But speak up like a man nigga so your body guards can hear you [Chorus] w/o Kweli

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