Release Me (Empyre One Remix Edit)-Money-G

Scarface F/ Daz, Jayo Felony, Kurupt Miscellaneous O.G. To Me (Verse 1 - Scarface) Stupid ho's that I use to f**k around wit Way back, see a ni**a now and they say that I changed Put another notch in the game You watchin the range, i'm floatin And ain't no stoppin the rain Cock and I aim, I see you b**ches jockin the name Boppin to fame, a crooked ni**a droppin in pain Rockin a cain, back up b**ch, you blockin my lane Tryna foul on a ni**a cause you hot in the flame F**k you, and them ho a** ni**a's you run wit F**k your whole street, you ain't no motherf**kin O.G. Cause O.G. means, means you a original gangsta Understand pure motherf**kin man Ain't no police or judges Just ni**a's holdin grudges You mark a** b**ches is low budget Straight traitor's, so f**k you and the glass that you puff on Don't smile in my face, when you see me get the f**k on D**e fiend a** ni**a, tryna to get a free check Talkin that sh*t, but you's a motherf**kin b**ch So when you see a ni**a on the flip duke I'll flip you, you must be smokin dip fool Nothin but a b**ch fool (Chorus: 1x) "Means, Means you a original gangsta Understand pure motherf**kin man" (Verse 2 - Jayo Felony) Call baretta's on my dog, ni**a's get sweated for they sh*t If all a law enforcement, ni**a's get deaded for that sh*t Thought you was a street ni**a, pulled a heat ni**a at that Come to find out was a cunt that got slapped, and didn't scrap Cuz, you know what motherf**kers like you do wit ni**a's on the set Finish f**kin face and leave ya clean cut shirt wet, and jet Cuz, I'll smack the sh*t outta ya b**ch a** you wanna run to the one's Tell em about the cash and the stash, and were I got my guns And you know i'm the bird man, cause I sold so much coco Beware of the crack pipe, that's by far in ya life I got h****n by the balloons, kabooms, and mushrooms And my 38.specialist puttin banker's in they tomb's I'm one, shot, killed, and these bullets all go And you takin finger print's, and mugshots photo's I use to beat b**ch ni**a's till they face turned blue But they get weak in dice water, and pedal you in the sue And it's true (Chorus: 5x) (Kurupt Talking) YEAH! gangsta sh*t, Kurupt Young Gotti, Daz Dillinger, Jayo, Face F**k all these b**ches and these punk a** ni**a's Out this motherf**ker ni**a, they ain't talkin bout sh*t (Verse 3 - Kurupt) The chronical, psycho, brain bender busta F**ker, sucka a** punk motherf**kers Tommy the talent tucker, calico conseler Daz the real dealer, motherf**kin busta killer Facin all you ni**a's, Scarface ni**a Chase, erase, replace and waste ni**a's Shake, crack, and brake, no mistake ni**a F**k em, stick em, stuck em, Chucks laced ni**a Fat laced ni**a, blue fat laces ni**a Me and the homie's all on paper chase ni**a Kurupt Young Gotti, 6-4-4-5 me ? pistol cocker, cocked and blast Start shootin like John Stockton Popped em, and dashed, fast and freaked So fast instant? is splashed Fo' life, somethin I ain't gotta say twice Step cuz, cause bustaz get rolled like dice Uh-uh a** though, ice ni**a, flow better then We comin to California shinin (Chorus: 3x) (Verse 4 - Daz) On my side of the world it's lo-lo's and jheri curls Smokin water by the pearl, runnin the street wit double earl's I did it all 'fore I can see, walk, and crawl Made it out the ghetto, bustin a male, so I can wet y'all Took a while 'fore I ball Wanted for eight or nine murder's and spoke came For coc*ine, raw game, another die for what he claim And where I'm from they know my name, I cause lot's of static Automatic's and canic's, and ni**a's start to panic Ain't no ruler's or leader's runnin the set Outta respect we G's, YG'S, and O.G.'s connect Fifteen, sixteen in a chevy we roll Get you full of hole's, god dog, you scream echo's in fo-fo's Who dare to mack wit the tarantula and scorpion Brought you in the depth's of danger when I tortured it I love it when the bustaz squealin And they chrome start spillin Then ya start the grinnin, and said that ni**a Daz did it (Chorus until fades)