And Yo by Scarface
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?
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