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Scarface - The Diary lyrics
(Say, Face .. nigga, I think I can fade you now) What, fade me how? (Sheeit, on this rap shit) Come on, nigga.. I brought my chopper and my hard hat The shit's fucked up now show a nigga 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 niggas in the wrong You came up short and now we fin to 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, nigga, 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 niggas cause niggas be human I squeeze the trigger and niggas 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 nigga 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 nigga Brad James through here, seen Dave and, yo that nigga 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 niggas 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 nigga Doubt my regard of the hard With niggas 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 niggas I'm prejudiced to a certain extent but still I kill niggas 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 nigga do things Ay, ay, ay where you fin to go, fool? (I can't fuck with it, you got it, man) Come on, man .. you wanna rap, nigga? (I can't do it) Come on You see, you see! That's how motherfucker is, dogg That's how motherfuckers be, punk ass hoes You motherfuckers better quit fucking with me like this That's really doe |
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