Scarface)
Let me get when I rock the...the..the...
This shit ain't got no fuckin
drums in it man
Daym wht don't you put some fuckin drums in the music
So I can
Get down to businees
I think it's time I paid a little visit
To my
run down neighbourhood cemetry
To tally up the people I buried
57 58 59 All
layin' down in the same line
You sorry motherfuckers couldn't handle me
I done
fucked up 17 families
So bring it on if you wanna play
Huh, make my motherfuckin'
day
Cause you'll be one dead motherfucker black
I'ma put you ass on you back
I won't play no games wit cha boy
You'll just be one more nigger in the morgue
Yeah I like that man
That shit sounds kinda funky don't it
Hahahaha, yo let
me finish this freestyle tho man
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
It's gonna
be a killin' after midnight
Niggas gettin' reday for a big fight
You could say this
one's a murder by a lunatic
Hear me livin' on your ass bitch
Loadin' up my weapons
gettin' ready for
Another street sweepin' neighbourhood drug war
Police come around
in a meat wagon
Knowin' that tonight they'll be draggin'
Off motherfuckers to a six
fot ditch
I hope ya insruance paid up bitch
Cause tonight is the night motherfucker
Be a good killer or a damn good ducker
Cause if you ain't, your ass is fallin' to the
paint
Bloodshed seems to make a nigga faint
Not me with a .9 in my hand
I
couls fall asleep lyin' next to a dead amn
Ya gotta understand me
It's been a vet
sorry motherfucka layin' out dead see
So if you wanna come, come hard
Or you'll just
be another nigga in the morgue
Yeah, you motherfuckas
Motherfuckas goin' for
bad and shit
You know what I'm sayin'
But you'll be another niger in the morgue
motherfucker
Oh yo, check this out
But gettin' back to the bloodbath
You motherfuckas out there go for bad
That shit played out my brother
I ride by and
gun done motherfuckers
Whether friend or foe bro
Steppin' on my toes, your ass has
gotta go
Now heres how the shit took place [How'd it go?]
A nigga waved a tre eight
in my face [Damn]
Screamin' that shit about the Squab Mob
Talkin' big shit about the
South Park
Said he's gonna stop me
Pissed off cause I'm down with the 5th Ward posse
[Um-Hmm]
Shit didn't make me numb
I ain't scared of no goddman gun [My nigga]
Once I sw 'em break I stuck 'em [What about his 3 guards?]
Fuck 'em!
I'll put
him on his ass cause he's bigger
Then worry about the other 3 niggas
All of them ran
to get backup
That's 12 more bodies I'ma stack up
Open up the trunk in a rage
And loaded up my goddamn 12 gauge
If the punk don't keep ya
I'll be forced to
hit ya wit the street sweeper
Ya ass shouldn't a started no static g
12 gun shots
automatically
I ain't goin' out like no sucka
I'm goin' out like a crazy motherfucka
Everybody knows that I ain't got it all
And I don't give a fuck about none a y'all
Hit 3 or 4 in the head
That's 3 or 4 niggers left for dead
It doesn't pay to
check cards
Cuase I'm sendin' motherfuckas to the morgue
