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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Scarface
Scarface
Performer
Redman
Redman
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scarface
Scarface
Composer
Reggie Noble
Reggie Noble
Composer
Raymond Cooper
Raymond Cooper
Composer
Leroy Williams
Leroy Williams
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Scarface
Scarface
Producer
N.O. Joe
N.O. Joe
Producer
Mr. Lee
Mr. Lee
Producer
Bob Brown
Bob Brown
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I got a headache this big Word up, word up, word up It's kinda hot in here Word up, word up, word up Funk Doc, word up, Scarface, yo, yo It can't be P, P, P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo' I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars I pull cards like Vegas, clap my hands then walk away From the table with ya payment How I'm paid? Niggaz are barely a village I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance & Phillip A man or gorilla, my cap toot back like Fred So white bitches jump on my Limp Bizkit and yell ? You niggaz know you can't fuck around" Ha, ha yeah, you see me, you be duckin? up and down Super Lex, cop a thing, thing Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng Fuck ya brains out whole when Al Green sings When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling, bling You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it I got the next bitch rockin' ya birthday present News at 11, Scarface and Doc From Bricks to South Park we say, "Fuck the cops" Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me, you? d be yuckin? duckin? up and down What? These niggaz know they can't fuck around What? You niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me in the streets, you? d be duckin? up and down Nigga, you niggaz know you can't fuck around Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around As I, bring it to ya one more time From a state where we stole weight and dough mind dine And we don't tote six-shooters, we tote glock nines And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 Hit the other side of sixteen and getcha mind blown Fo sho', it's a different vibe from bein' downtown Then when ya come into the ghetto and ya can't come back out I seen the ghetto shut down, seen niggaz shot up Seen niggaz get knocked the fuck out and never got up The neighborhood paralyzed, cracked drive-bys It's evident we hurt, you ignored our cry On the outside the ghetto just another mind state And import more minorities to help the crime rate I ain't lookin? for a job, fuck workin? the part time When we could come up on some dough With good combs and slang dimes I see this all the Goddamn time, it's fucked up and it's the truth Never mind the shooter on the roof It's a war goin? on right here, where we at I can't complain about what I can't change, so why dap? Dropped outta high school in tenth grade so I rapped But still, can't seem to get this monkey off my back Fuck it, I pulled a few moves and ride for the streets And when I start to feel like this, don't fuck with me Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me, you? d be yuckin? duckin? up and down What, these niggaz know they can't fuck around What, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me in the streets, you? d be duckin? up and down Nigga, you niggaz know you can't fuck around Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around Yo, Young Noble Outlaw, spittin' shit with 'Face and Red Bear looped out flows and you can taste the wet Place ya bet, young nigga ace the test You say Nob' got a old soul, blame the vets Flurp shit from the earth bitch, cradle to grave Burnt shit from the fingertips, able to spray Nigga ya mind playin' tricks on you Ya drew down, but ya nine won't spit for you And ain't nobody got no hostile clips for you You in the mix but ain't nobody doin' shit for you It's gon' be Hell for hustler, while your neck spoil you With the same clip you had last week And niggaz know I know the real, that's why the fag don't speak And I ain't even peak yet, without the heat yet Holla my street yet, cuz I be the beef yet I'm hittin' these niggaz hard, I ain't even eat yet Or felt defeat yet, I melt the weak yet Lyrically breathe death, we thugs nigga what We take slugs to the gut Patch 'em up, hit the Bricks, it's time for our lunch Outlawz, Dirty Mob motherfucker Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me, you? d be yuckin? duckin? up and down What, these niggaz know they can't fuck around What, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me in the streets, you? d be duckin? up and down Nigga, you niggaz know you can't fuck around Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me, you? d be yuckin? duckin? up and down What, these niggaz know they can't fuck around What, you niggaz know you can't fuck around You see me in the streets, you? d be duckin? up and down Nigga, you niggaz know you can't fuck around Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around
Writer(s): Reggie Noble, Brad Jordan, Rufus Cooper, Leroy Williams Jr Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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