Mr. Scarface

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 Ah 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 I don't give a fuck about the chatter in the background Niggas 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 Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face On the farilla my nigga just call me Scarface Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face On the farilla my nigga just call me scarface Aiyyo bido, drop that shit Yeah, heh 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 Niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face On the farilla my nigga just call me Scarface Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face On the farilla my nigga just call me Scarface 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? The bitch packed a twenty-two Hit him in his head, there she laid him The nigga standin by the door I sprayed him 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. Bread? I don't know what happened to the slut Well that's about the time the closet door it opened up 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