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The Diary
3,310
Hip-Hop/Rap
The Diary was released on October 18, 1994 by Rap-A-Lot as a part of the album The Diary
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Release DateOctober 18, 1994
LabelRap-A-Lot
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Music Video

Music Video

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
(Say, Face, ****, I think I can fade you now)
What, fade me how?
(Shit, on this rap shit)
Come on, ****
[Verse 2]
I brought my chopper and my hard hat
The shit's fucked up now show a **** where the war at
'Cause I'm about to clean house
Stick this A.K. up your ass and blow that fucker clean out
'Cause you **** in the wrong
You came up short and now we finna get it going on
I ain't your average motherfucker
You step out of line and watch a motherfucker bust ya
'Cause you done came at me the wrong way
I ain't no Clint Eastwood, ****, and you done picked the wrong day
So bring your ass to the battleground
Rat-a-tat-tat, like that is how my gat'll sound
Avoid no **** 'cause **** be human
I squeeze the trigger and **** be moving
'Cause I don't point it in the air and pull the trigger (Why?)
I'd rather point it at your ass and watch the **** (Die)
I gives a fuck about your team mates
When it's all said and done you're gonna wish you never seen 'face
You shoulda seen that lil **** Brad
Came through here, seen Dave and, yo that **** bad
And your homies better stand still
Don't make my brother Warren bust one
Of you bitches cause the man will
Don't bring your ass to my picnic
'Cause I done had it up to here with all you **** talking that bitch shit
So you better get your shit right
I'm from the state where you rarely see a motherfucking fist fight
It's all about the gun blast
So you can miss me with that bullshit you spitting with your punk ass
It's the diary of a born killer
Don't have to worry about me falling off this thang
'Cause I'm a strong ****
Doubt my regard of the hard
With **** behind me from East Oakland to the South Park
I've got the mind of the man right behind ya
You can run, you can hide but I'll still find ya
Like I say there's no getaway
And I'm gon' have it where your family'll have to throw your shit away
It's the return of the real ****
I'm prejudiced to a certain extent but still I kill ****
I'll bust that ass on the fucking double
So push on with that ho shit, bitch, cause you don't want trouble
So get your ass up of my shoestrings
And let your shermed **** do things
[Verse 3]
Hey, hey, hey where you finna go, fool?
(I can't fuck with it, you got it, man)
Come on, man, you want to rap, ****?
(I can't do it) Come on
You see, you see! That's how motherfuckers is, dog
[Verse 4]
That's how motherfuckers be, punk ass hoes
[Verse 5]
You motherfuckers better quit fucking with me like this
That's really doe
Written by: Scarface
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