Mr. Scarface-Scarface

Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends And Mr. Mr. Scarface went up the block again (All I have in this world all I have in this world All I have all I have all I have in this world) Ahh yeah hah Mr. Scarface is back in the motherf**kin house once again! Yea droppin some of that new Mr. Scarface Two, on your motherf**kin a** So suck a ni**a dick, or make a ni**a rich Or something, b**ch Verse One: I don't give a F**K about the chatter in the background Niggaz get beat when they step this is axe down If you don't know, I recommend you check And ask them motherf**kers, how many heads I put to rest I play a game but the game ain't roulette Slangin cane is the thang and I beat That there's a lot of wannabe Scarfaces I've heard the name in ninety-nine different places I'm here to squash it all original will speak Scarface on your a** from the streets I left my cut, in fear of a prison term They wanna put me in a chair and let me burn But go to prison on a murder rap, f**k that I refuse to be a visitor in state's camp So I broke and left behind all I worked for Either that or be sentenced for a drug war And many want to know why I've slowed up It's either that or get f**ked Cause laws get happy on the trigger Say f**k it put a cap in a ni**a But this a** ain't made for no caps homey This a** says 'Exit Only' So I get in the wind but hey A ni**a still sold a quarter everyday I sat around for six months black Waitin for the day to make a comeback And now I'm ready for combat Mr. Scarface is back Chorus: repeat 2X (All I have in this world, all I have in this world All I have, all I have, all I have in this world) Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face On the farilla my ni**a just call me Scarface Verse Two: Aiyyo Bido, drop that sh*t Yeah, heh heh Back in the South Park, six o'clock on the dot Checkin on my old rock spot I seen the same old set Heh, the small timers see me so they jet Buildin one-twenty-eight I got myself a bag and I can't wait To cut em up small to make a profit Niggaz on the cut short stop it Fiends'll see em small then they go Where, to see the motherf**kin pro One ni**a got pissed And started reachin for his sh*t Three-fifty-seven on your a** fool Like I said before, you don't get a second chance dude Unloaded on his a** he was hurt Six shots put his dick in the dirt Laid him out like a motherf**kin rug Gettin pumped full of thirty-eight slugs Some other niggaz stepped out y'all Aww sh*t, I had to make a phone call Hello? Hay Jay Whassup? I'm in a little trouble man Where you at? I'm out here in South Park Village Stay right there, I'll be right on C'mon let's take these motherfucers to war main Jay called up some niggaz from the 5th Ward And came back with a motherf**kin hit squad Motherf**kin uzi machine Big Chief packed an M-16 Will and AK with a banana clip And little Bill had a god damn pistol grip I hit a little laugh and got me a buzz And that's about the time they got drugged One more war took place You can call me the sh*t started, or call me Mr. Scarface Chorus Verse Three: Damn, check this sh*t out Later on, all alone, you know what happened next Another b**ch came by to give me sex It was kind of strange I was thrown off The last b**ch got her head blown off But f**k I ain'tsta pass up no pooty She started strippin at the door, oh goody I got in that a** with the quickness F**kin her down with the diznick I didn't have to pretend I loved her All she wanted me to do was just f**k her So I gave it up to the lady And all she said was 'F**k me baby, f**k me baby' I started stroking in an outrage The whole while I was starin at my twelve gauge The b**ch was makin noise I said I'm killin her And all the while my dick was hard and he was still in her I made a nut as she fell to the floor I heard a knock on the front door I grabbed the twelve gauge from the bed head Who is it? (Fred) Who? Who the f**k is Fred, I stood by the door By that time someone jumped in the window Now what the f**k was I do? *bam bam bam* The b**ch packed a twenty-two Hit him in his head, there she laid him The ni**a standin by the door I sprayed him *automatic fires* And headed for the back I seen that same old brown cadillac It kinda f**ked me up at first Cause the ni**a that drove that caddy rode away in a hearse I opened up fire on the ride G Who I was shootin for was standin right behind me I had a double barrel pointed at my a** Could this be the end of Mr. Brad? I don't know what happened to the slut Well that's about the time the closet door it opened up *kicked open* On your a** trick! I'll be damned if I go out like the last b**ch! Heh, five-oh's on my a** main They know me by the face, but they don't know my last name Now I'm back on the case Yeah, just call me Mr. Scarface