Sell Out

In your '64 Chevy Impala

I'm matching ****, dollar for dollar

You can sit back and let the beat ride for a minute

Just for a minute, you know

A **** lone with the rag on, uh

It's been a long time comin', but now I'm back at it

Flippin' the script, from ballin' back to gangsta rap classics

You know that shit that hit the hood and upset it

If real **** respect it, the squares gon' rep it

I done came in here to bring it to ya

The uncut version of the gangster-ism with the nickel-plated Ruger

Quick to cock it on you, spark light in your eyes

The unexpected is happening to you now, ****, surprise

Who is it? (Face, marchin', mobbin')

Let me say that one more time (Face Mob)

Now motherfuckers, lay it down

The ruler's back, 'cause it's too many pussies out here

Makin' bullshit records and ruinin' rap

I gotta check this whole game

'Cause **** out here listenin' to these record labels bitches

In steady of doin' they thing

I'm a real ****, a street **** till it's done with

And I could never let you talk me into dumb shit

Like sellin' out to move a few more units

Just keep me in the ghetto 'cause the hood stay truest

You fuck around and cross the other side of the track

Catch you a brick, then realize that you can't come back

I'ma stick to the facts, fuck it if I don't go two

The homies know that Face stays true

And though I got more muscle, my sounds don't change

Been the same every since I stepped in the game

Now, this is for these **** switchin' they shit

Prostitutin' they-self, tryna get 'em a hit, suck a dick

You a sellout ****, bow down, ****

Before they fuck around and find you face down in a river

Talk down, ****, and I'ma bust you in your mouth, ****

Show 'em you a foul ass ****

You a sellout ****, and I'ma bust you in your mouth, ****

Show 'em you a foul ass ****

Fasho', I talk a lot of shit, but you can bet that I'm the ****

Out here backin' it up while you actin' it up

I can prove you ain't as real as what you claimin' to be

You the king on your black, but you ain't shit in D.C.

You ain't shit off in the city of Chi

You ain't shit off in the Do It or Die

They wanna skin you alive

Out here talkin' like you carryin' arms

We don't shoot at motherfuckers

We done flipped the script to carryin' bombs

I can end it for **** out here who's hard in the booth

Any city I can hit the hood 'cause Scar is the truth

I know so much about these streets that I can walk them asleep

You can't tell me shit about your hood, I walked on your beat

I know your whole life story, plus I've seen for myself

You got caught smokin' dope, that's why they sent you to jail

Had you locked up with wet backs, only real **** suffer setbacks

Ninety days and I ain't going to respect that

And you can sniff a snitch a mile away

Fuck him in his ass and feed him dick, a pound a day

You a sellout ****, bow down, ****

Before they fuck around and find you face down in a river

Talk down, ****, and I'ma bust you in your mouth, ****

Show 'em you a foul ass ****

You a sellout ****, bow down, ****

Before they fuck around and find you face down in a river

Talk down, ****, and I'ma bust you in your mouth, ****

Show 'em you a foul ass ****

I got **** I was raised with who know who I am

Lil' Brad from out of South Acres prone for scams

Never ducked the motherfucker, I was down for the dirt

Got respect from older cats 'cause I was down for the work

When Fondren had its Great Skate, I'd roll to the club

Drunk off the bourbon with thumbtack holes in my gloves

Stood in the corner, waitin' for the bullshit to jump

And in the event it jumped, you saw a fool get stomped (There it is)

Can't get this shit no realer than that

Had a super boxing game, but now I'm peelin' your cap

I done been in fist fights with **** twice my size

Got an incredible record, twenty-seven and five

And the five losses I got, I had to redeem 'em (So, what's up now, ****?)

So he had to fight me every time I seen him

Ain't no pussy in me, I've been for real before this rap shit

I study emcees, that's how I know your hoes is plastic

So-a, shake yo' ass, and I'ma tell 'em the truth

Fabricate your bumps and bruises, homie, do what you do

Just remember who for real when they tell you they real

I survived the game of life, ****, fuck some skills

You a sellout ****, bow down, ****

Before they fuck around and find you face down in a river

Talk down, ****, and I'ma bust you in your mouth, ****

Show 'em you a foul ass ****

You a sellout ****, bow down, ****

Before they fuck around and find you face down in a river

Talk down, ****, and I'ma bust you in your mouth, ****

Show 'em you a foul ass ****

Come on