Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): J Johnson, B Jordan, B Withers
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Geto BoysIt Ain't Shit Lyrics:
Scarface:
Niggas hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of gut
Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86
In 1987 I was sworn into the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the real gangsta ass niggas rolled vogues
Dropped Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coupes
Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof
Safeguard down crushed pussy fresh paint
Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank
All of my niggas they had a truck load of dope
Cause back in the game you could get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you ain't bankin' then you gots to be smokin'
Cause I remember back when the nigga had green
Seen him at the pipes and now the nigga is just a dope fiend
Funny how a nigga, sold a key or two
Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he remembers you
Everythings cool - I'm the nigga's man
Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a nigga's hand
But I just walked away and left his shit to hang
Cause back in the game I had a motherfuckin' thang
And that's why I walk with my hands on my dick
A nigga say "what's up?"
I look around and I say "This!"
And I could give a fuck if the nigga gets pissed
Cause if he wants a chunk I'm a get up in his shit
Scarface talking:
Huh like it ain't shit yeah. I thought you
knew. It ain't shit. Uh, yeah.
Yeah. Yeah.
Scarface:
Creepin' comin' up a yellow stonin'
Put my shit in park and drunk a St. Ides with my homey
Reminisced on past times, fast times and shit
Smokin' on some bud I came acroos my nigga Kick
I gave my boy some dap and asked him what's the haps
Chillin' with this girl and a gat across his laps
I knew he had some drama I didn't even have to ask it
Now where were them bitches at it's time to kick some asses
He told what had happened and now I'm thinkin' FUCK
I'm callin' up South Acres it's time to get 'em up
My motherfuckin' neighborhood is quick to get with static
Never showin' fear cause these niggas never had it
Everybody's strapped, quick to go to war
Quick to kill your ass quick to jack your car
So if you see some shit then I suggest you punch it
Cause what's about to happen you may not be able to stomach
Killers killers killers steady smokin' fry
So niggas lay it down or die motherfuckers die
Fuckin' with my family you dick is in the paint
So don't think that it's shit cause niggero it ain't
Shit to brake 'em off I'm brakin' 'em off a chunk
Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks
And drive-by shootins ain't the motherfuckin' shit
Cause niggas plot hits after motherfuckin' hits
Killin' you ass for kicks doin' shit for the murder
And since you want me to die you gots to die cause you deserve ta
Now here take two motherfuckin' slug (bang)
Cause fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged
Mister mister Face the hardest nigga being heard
Cause all I have in this world is my balls and my word
I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit
Until you face to face wiith Scarface you ain't done shit
I'm killin' off you mark ass niggas with a
slug from a glock motherfuckers
I'm a born killer, I really thought you knew bitch
I'm slappin' hoes and cappin' fools
It ain't shit
It ain't shit you know what I'm sayin'? Yeah.
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