[Production By Kool G. Rap & Sir Jinx ]
[Intro: Scarface]
"Ladies and gentlemen...
Ladies and gentlemen... let's get together
And give a great big round of applause to
To a new group..." [Scarface laughing so loud sample is obscured]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh sh**
Scarface is on the mix
So yo, s** a n***a dick
Or make a n***a rich, or somethin, b*tch
[Verse 1: Scarface]
See I come from the place known as the South Park Zone
Talkin sh** ain't in the clique, and take your punk a** home
Cause I'm the type of n***a down, chump
Hit you in the chest with a motherf**in tec and watch you jump
So die motherf**ers die motherf**ers die
Look deep into the eyes of a k**er smokin' fry
One n***a you can't f** wit
Cause I'm a born k**er with the mind of a lunatic
So bring in bodybags when I start bangin
Cause I'm leavin motherf**ers laid out, with they brains hangin
Straight gettin down for mine
And I'll f** up a b**h, cause I don't mind dyin'
So feel me drill me, put a bullet in my head, but yo
You can't k** me, cause I'm already dead
Scarface goin psycho, yeah
Play p**y, get f**ed and take two to your head
[Verse 2: Bushwick Bill]
I'm Bushwick Bill, but call me Chuckie
5th Ward hard b**h, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherf**er by his neck and gouge his f**in eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Lee Ray
A short n***a with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead in your bed now I'm ready for a long f**
Necromance that a** for a minute
And split that motherf**in clique when I'm finished
You punk b**hes be retreatin
Freddy and Jason runnin home with their mouths bleedin
So welcome to the Slaughterhouse, champ
5th Ward Texas, Chuckie's Concentration Camp
You punk motherf**ers fled
And those who didn't make it got two to the f**in head
[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, come again
Two to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they a** till the end
With my pistol, runnin from Da Lench Mob
Is How You Survive in South Central
Kick the instrumental, run and get your bigger crew
Cause it's Judgment Day, and Ice Cube is Termin***a 2
Pow pow buck buck pow buck
Your name is Stucky Mack, now you realize that you're f**ed
Two to the brain, I leave a migraine
Have you droolin like a vegetable, but you're not edible
It's the incredible, buck your a** from head to toe
Audi 5000, don't wait for the Feds to show
Cause they'll have me go up, up the river
Where the white boys'll try to make a n***a
Walk, walk the plank, got the shank, hide the tape
Around the handle, gotta let em know what I stand for
In the chow line, now is the time
See the trustee, walk up from behind
Real quick shank shank, leave his a** red
Motherf**er dead, from two to the head
[Verse 4: Kool G Rap]
See where I come from the crime rate only rises
The murderers disguise in all ages shapes and sizes
b**hes picked up and dicked up, n***as they gettin stuck up
Give up what you got, or get your a** shot the f** up
Run em down and gun em down, yeah that's how we do it
n***as get k**ed, and then filled with embalming fluid
Step to the n***as that I'm checkin
Pull out the tec and I reckon you'll get murdered in a second
Bang with the nine, boom with the pound
Motherf**ers are fallin and crawlin on the ground
Snitches get stitches, b**hes that act snotty
Inside the parties even the hotties get turned to bodies
Now I heard, they got other places that's similar
But I represent New York, you f** around I'm k**in ya
A whole block of cops patrollin when I'm rollin
And if my pockets are swollen you know somebody's sh** got stolen
Yeah you n***as get ripped, when my clip, goes in the
S-M-I-T-H W-E-Double-S-O-N
Or the reliable revolver
And like I said before, it's the motherf**in problem solver
So bring it on n***a, get brave
It's plenty motherf**ers gettin sent to early graves
Cause when a n***a gets fed
Then all you motherf**ers get two to the f**in head