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(feat. DJ KaySlay) [Intro: Scarface] Don't see Kay in these motherfuckin' streets dog Nigga walkin' around in this motherfucker lookin' shocked and stupid, baby We runnin' these motherfuckin' streets for real Kay Slay, holla at God damn baby Kay Slay, they don't want me out here They don't want you out here, dog This is motherfuckin' Face Mob, Kayslay, New York City Holla at ya God damn baby, we don't rock no motherfuckin' ice, baby We rock this real shit, dog And if you think a nigga bullshittin', come fuck wit it It's goin' down... [Scarface] Let's put an ending to chatter, nigga, see me in gloves I'm the poof in the booth, bitch, read it in blood It's Face at you, freezin' motherfuckers like a statue I got a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you The end of your beginning, before you even get it started You fucked up, now you in the presence of a heartless Nigga, from out the gutter, spit it and don't stutter I'm a gangsta, raised around the dope fiends and hustlers But silence is golden, and the streets don't talk Don't let shit slide, cause beef don't walk SongtexteWe attack hoes, fuck a nigga with wack flows I'm the last of a dying, bitch, act like you don't know I'm the reason you niggas walk around thug Just remember I'm the one made, you can get touched So what you fittin to put a record out, you a motherfuckin sellout Slay told me to knock your ass out [Chorus 2X: Scarface] And you was right, I never liked ya motherfuckin' ass To start with, you know it's better get your self regardless And Kay, bitch, you picked the right nigga to play with Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit [Raekwon] Snow white five glendin', the elevator with the crib Blend with it kid, I feel one of them Bill Clinton's Mills is spent, still don, still rentin' Still yacht flyin', still killin' fish, still killin' clicks The fifth out, don't even breathe out And ganna with the ill thieves, slick hammers, we all fam What, pull out the four, pop the truck, see the luxury morgue The casket leather, the python seeks your dog Flashback, he and them Benz's lenses Actin' like he did ten sentences, son ain't real He got excited, parked the truck, just leaned the lighter Twist the blunt, sat back, son beepin', we drove off It's money on it, until them young niggas don on it Devour the snitches, you get on, you born with it Make a toast for hours, for all the money and power The right division, don't never let corns get it, drama [Chorus 2X] [Fat Joe] Pass the rock, you niggas gassed a lot I never liked ya ass, but then again, you can't be shocked Most feared in this rap game, and ain't for frontin' Best believe when shit pop off, I'm blazin' somethin' It's the J to the Izzo, you know the rest Nigga can't get a Twiz-o, but flow the best I've been doin' this for years, ruinin' careers Niggas never wanna listen til the toolies in the air It's the kid that don't be givin' a fuck, I hold a shit outta grudge The type of nigga that'll spit at the judge Niggas gettin' gelled, they say I'm livin' it up Cuz I'm at Hollywood with Denzel, flickin' it up I play the corner when the shit is hot, summer time in the X Kay Slay got the shit on lock That's where you go to find the God body Second to none, unless you compare him to John Gotti, God... [Chorus 2X] Aus Songtexte Mania