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Lettin' Em Know
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scarface
Scarface
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scarface
Scarface
Composer
J. Johnson
J. Johnson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scarface
Scarface
Mixing Engineer
N.O. Joe
N.O. Joe
Producer
MIKE DEAN
MIKE DEAN
Mixing Engineer
John Bido
John Bido
Mixing Engineer
James Hoover
James Hoover
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, nigga Back in this muthafucka, once again I'm just lettin' a nigga know, you know S A and 5th Ward forever, fool Niggas, watch your back 'cause here I come again Rappin' funky shit for the 199-trey In 1989, I sold dope for a pastime 1991 they called that nigga, Scarface Started on the team when a nigga turned 16 Stackin' that green, sellin' dope to the dope fiends Daddy seen a scheme, thou, so it seem 'Cause he hooked a nigga up with a nickel-plated triple beam Had a lotta game with the beam, that's what it came with Taught a nigga how to get to funk, when it jump If static jumped off, then I was down for the dirt When puttin' in work, I ain't no muthafuckin' punk Down with my partners that a nigga fucked around with Huntin' for some shit to get up into and we found it If you had a problem with a nigga, we was down with We rolled by your set and shot your whole click down, bitch Niggas play for keeps in the city that I come from Niggas talk shit from out of town but they don't want none If you think you want some, then go ahead and come It ain't where you at, you stupid bitch, it's where you from And comin' through, my hood is where you findin' all the thugs at Lookin' for some dope and they gon' show you where the drugs at Lookin' for some trouble, well, a nigga's gonna plug that Niggas keep they pistols up underneath they rug mat Show your little ass, go ahead and let your ass show Talkin' that shit, punk bitch, you better dash, hoe Once I get it on it, ain't no muthafuckin' holdin' this Kinda fucked up that I'm a nigga that be chauvinist Negroe, the heater want this fool to let the trigger go But bitch, I gots to give you one to let you niggas know I'm lettin' you bitches know front, back and side to side I'm lettin' you bitches know How a nigga back in the game? I used to start shit Moppin' up the hood, makin' muthafuckas squab You fucked with one nigga out of the muthafuckin' click You had to fuck around with the whole fuckin' mob 'Cause niggas rolled thick and they didn't take shit Quick to put that ass up in a muthafuckin' lynch Whip it on your ass, then tie it up to a fence And since we began it's been that way ever since My niggas used to kick it up around the fuckin' pikes Smokin' swisher sweets, drinkin' Miller Lites Takin' turns heatin' up the muthafuckin' mic And maybe, beat a buster out his muthafuckin' bike Crackerjacks kept a muthafucka on the hustle Makin' sure my business stayed stead' trump tight Hoes sell flippers, gave two for ten And even gave up shake to keep my clientele tight Before long, I had customers out the ass buyin' flippers Bearskin coats, tight ropes and fat slippers Fresh fade daily, I had my own fuckin' clipppers And all kinds of hoes on my cocksuckin' zipper Hoes came in handy but my money came first 'Cause bitches get aghost when they see a nigga's hearse So, if I ain't have shit I had a muthafuckin' [Unverified] And could pull on my dick if worse came to worst So, if you got a problem with the way I run my business Let a nigga know, so I can put you in your place Nine times out of ten you ain't man enough to deal with The born killin', dope dealin' Mr. Scarface Rougher than a muthafucka, takin' no shit from a Busta muthafucka, who be flexin' off the bullshit Got my bull pump on all you bitch-made niggas So, let a nigga know when you bitches wanna flip I'm lettin' you niggas know, front, back and side to side I had to let you know, I ain't that nigga you should toy with So don't come in my face with that muthafuckin' boy shit Never comin, soft with that love, peace and joy' shit Mr., Mr. Scarface, the real deal McCoy shit Sendin' out a shot to all you busta-ass one times Suck a nigga dick or make a nigga rich 'Cause you don't get props for what you doin' for the cops Except a swift kick and a mouth full of dick Lettin' muthafuckas talk ass about your game plan Just because you got a big gat, you'se the same man That used to get your ass kicked daily back in the neighborhood Finally got a nigga back pushed like you said you would Fuck it, I'm a nigga gettin' down for his cash flow Down to down a hoe, I'm lettin' you niggas know I'm lettin' you bitches know, front, back and side to side I'm lettin' you niggas know, you know I'm sayin'? This is for the front, back and side to side Sendin' this out to all my muthafuckin' partners
Writer(s): Joseph Johnson, Brad Jordan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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