Intro: scarface

I sit alone in my four-cornered room
Staring at candles
Oh that shit is on? heh
Let me drop some shit like this here
Real smooth

Verse one: scarface

At night I cant sleep, I toss and turn
Candle sticks in the dark, visions of bodies being burned
Four walls just staring at a nigga
Im paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger
My mothers always stressing I aint living right
But I aint going out without a fight
See, everytime my eyes close
I start sweatin, and blood starts comin out my nose
Its somebody watchin the ak
But I dont know who it is, so Im watchin my back
I can see him when Im deep in the covers
When I awake I dont see the mother****er
He owns a black hat like I own
A black suit and a cane like my own
Some might say take a chill, b
But **** that shit, theres a nigga trying to kill me
Im pumping in the clip when the wind blows
Every twenty seconds got me peeping out my window
Investigating the joint for traps
Checking my telephone for taps
Im staring at the woman on the corner
Its ****ed up when your mind is playing tricks on you

Verse two: willie d

I make big money, I drive big cars
Everybody know me, its like Im a movie star
But late at night, somethin aint right
I feel Im being tailed by the same suckers head lights
Is it that fool that I ran off the block
Or is it that nigga last week that I shot
Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars
Thought he had caine but it was gold medal flour
Reach under my seat, grabbed my popper for the suckers
Aint no use to be lying, I was scareder than a mother****er
But theyre laughing at pow pies and buried that quick
If its going down lets get this shit over with
Here they come, just like I figured
I got my hand on the mother****ing trigger
What I sawll make your ass start giggling
Three black, crippled and crazy senior citizens
I live by the sword
I take my boys everywhere I go
Because Im paranoid
I keep looking over my shoulder and peeping around corners
My mind is playing tricks on me

Verse three: scarface

Day by day its more impossible to cope
I feel like Im the one thats doing dope
Cant keep a steady hand because Im nervous
Every sunday morning Im in service
Playing for forgiveness
And trying to find an exit out of the business
I know the lord is looking at me
But yet and still its hard for me to feel happy
I often drift while I drive
Havin fatal thoughts of suicide
Bang and get it over with
And then Im worry-free, but thats bullshit
I got a little boy to look after
And if I died then my child would be a bastard
I had a woman down with me
But to me it seemed like she was down to get me
She helped me out in this shit
But to me she was just another bitch
Now shes back with her mother
Now Im realizing that I love her
Now Im feeling lonely
My mind is playing tricks on me

Verse four: bushwick bill

This year halloween fell on a weekend
Me and geto boyz are trick-or-treating
Robbing little kids for bags
Till an old man got behind our ass
So we speeded up the pace
Took a look back and he was right before our face
Wed be in for a squab no doubt
So I swung and hit the nigga in his mouth
He was going down, we figured
But this was no ordinary nigga
He stood about six or seven feet
Now, thats the nigga Id been seeing in my sleep
So we triple-teamed on him
Dropping them mother****in bs on him
The more I swung the more blood flew
Then he disappeared and my boys disappeared, too
Then I felt just like a fiend
It wasnt even close to halloween
It was dark as **** on the streets
My hands were all bloody from punching on the concrete
God damn, homie
My mind is playing tricks on me


Geto Boys-my mind's playing tricks on me (Thats a classic right der)

 

I met a girl named Keesha
The daughter of a preacha
I met her in school and we did it on the bleacha
That was jet set
so soft and wet
now Keeshas on my tip
and that you can bet

 

Okay Okay Chris you redeemed yourself...

 

Give me a HO if you've got your funky bus fare...HO

There's a double dutch bus comin' down the street
Movin pretty fast
So kinda shuffle your feet
Get on the bus and pay your fare
And tell the driver that you're
Goin' to a Double Dutch Affair
Fe Fi Fo Fum
Well I'll be darn here it comes
The Double Dutch Bus is on the street
You'd better get off the curb
Move your feet

Bus fare trans-pass
That's the way my money lasts
Ain't got no car to get around
When I go to work I've gotta go downtown
Now I've missed my train
That's a darn shame
When I'm running late no sleep's to blame
If you've gotta wife you know I'm right
Gotta special man well I can understand
Uptown, downtown everybody's getting down
Say uptown say downtown
Well I've missed my bus I know I'm late
I've gotta do something I knio0w I hate
I'm gonna walk to work fifteen blocks
I already got a hole in my socks
Go ahead and laugh that's okay
Cause what I really wanna say
I got bad feet my corns hurt
To top it off I'm lost for work
Let me tell you what I say
When I'm dealing with the funky sidewalk
Let me show you how to walk
When I gotta do my funky walk
Let me tell you what I say
When I'm dealing with the funky sidewalk
I say sssssssss-sugar

(Rep with children)

Bip, bomp, bam alakazam
But only when you're grooving
With the Double Dutch Man
Put on your skates don't forget your rope
Cause I know I'm gonna see you
At my Double Dutch Show
Rebecca, Lolita, Veshawn and Dawn
Everytime you do the Double Dutch you really turn it on '
Bilzarbra, Mitzery, Milzetty, Kilsan
Titzommy, Kitzerrance, Kilzommy that's my man
Come on get on my Double Dutch Bus
(The Double Dutch Bus)

Let me hear you say do that
(Do that)
Let me hear you say Do that again
(Do that again)
Let me hear you say do the do
Let me hear you say do the do the do
Do the do, do do do do do

 

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Artist: Scarface f. Master P. and 2pac
Album: My Homies
Song: Homies and Thuggs

Verse 1: Scarface

Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent
niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And I'm driving to a place they're all warrin'
the lake we build houses but its the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a mother****er will keep it real
we focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
where niggas do thier struggling die with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dinin'
you can run it but can't hide it so step aside
Its the nigga that makes music for the streets
cause I love this mother****er like pussy with no sheets,
cause its deep
Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
and let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A mother****er sitting on fat
he came up in the hood but he can't come back
**** that, I remain in the street game frame
on a mission to maintian me and take aim
In position to let my opposition know my life
cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?
Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this mother****er deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
**** being a nigga in your army; though I'm a killer
Enter the ghetto so that you can see
what I mean when I say I love this cause it love me
Let it be, stop looking at this mother****er strange
and talking 'bout a mother****ing change
This is for my thug niggas

(chorus x6)

This is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)

verse 2 Master P

'Face, picture us working at McDonald's
and me and you selling ****ing toasted up (?)
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas
twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers
No Limit soldiers to the fullest
see I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh
We ghetto niggas can't be stopped
got me mixing up dope with little J down at Rap-A-Lot
My phone tapped the feds on my tail
got me paying luxury taxes on everything I build
True to the ghetto that's my life
you see that house on the lake its for the kids and the wife
You can test me if you wanna
cause I be dumping niggas off from New Orleans to California
Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)
independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine
You used to see C in a suit and tie
but we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair

Chorus x6

Verse 3: 2Pac Shakur

What do you get from boosting?
niggas coming out from california to represent them niggas from
Houston
And now we rocking keep this shit popping
and all my niggas across the bay know L.A. keep the shit hot
I keep my glock inside my pants , dont give niggas a chance
to put me inside a casket you dirty bastards
Until the day I die you catch a nigga high off weed the police can't
find me
My shit will drop and I'll sell five million
while all the niggas enter the game get caught up in drug dealing
How can I fall? how can I ball, how can I catch my enemies and murder
them all?
My word of flame burn niggas inside thier brain
niggas can't hang with me, and like it changes, uh
Scarface got me on this shit
we laced it mother****ers in thier body and face, uh
Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and nigga
niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure
M.O.B. and the leaf keep me weeded
them niggas don't wanna see me when i got weed in my system
Catch another victim, capture bodies
bring a shottie to the ****ing party, yeah
I party all night
I do this shit cause its wrong but we were born right
And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways
'till these bitches understand nigga my song pay; cause I'm the man
Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die
keep this shit rough and raw my 45
Make sure that I survive to another day
to bust rhymes which from I get paid
Now that's the end of my freestyle but it was left for dead
but the shit away you can hear it playing, westside

chorus x8

 

Man check this out
http://www.youtube.com/user/CrstyleTheGreat

This guy is a true fag and trying to get famous by adding himself onto 2Pac's OG songs and ****ing photo chopping the pictures too!

What a tool!
RIP 2Pac and I wish the people who trying to use Pac name to get famous die and burn in hell!

 

A little change...
30 Seconds To Mars- The Kill

What if I wanted to break
Laugh it all off in your face
What would you do?(Oh,Oh,Oh,Oh)
What if I fell to the floor
Couldn't take this anymore
What would you do, do, do?

Come, break me down
Bury me, Bury me
I am finished with you

What if I wanted to fight
Beg for the rest of my life.
What would you do?(Do,do)
You say you wanted more
What are you waiting for
I'm not running from you (from you)

Come, break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you

I tried to be someone else
But nothing seemed to change
I know now: this is who I really am inside
I Finally found myself
Fighting for a chance
I know now, THIS IS WHO I REALLY AM

Oh oh
Oh oh
Oh oh

Come, break me down
Bury me, bury me
I am finished with you, you, you
Look in my eyes
You're killing me, killing me
All I wanted was you
Come, break me down
Break me down
Break me down

What if I wanted to break...? (You say you wanted more, what are you waiting for? (marry me) I'm not running from you...)
What if I, what if I, what if I... (bury me, bury me)

 

Gotta love Afroman
Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need
We can go to the park, after dark
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like cheech and chong
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong
So roll, roll, roll my joint, pick out the seeds and stems
Feeling high as hell flyin' through Palmdale
Skatin' on dayton rims
So roll, roll, the '83 Cadillac coupe Deville
If my tapes and my CDs just don't sell, I bet my caddy will

Well it was just sundown in small white town
They call it east side Palmdale
When the Afroman walked through the white land
Houses went up for sale
Well I was standing on the corner sellin' rap CDs
When I met a little girl named Jan
I let her ride in my caddy
Because I didn't know her daddy was the leader of the Ku Klux Klan
We ****ed on the bed
****ed on the floor
****ed so long I grew a ****in' afro
Then I ****ed to the left (left)
****ed to the right (right)
She sucked my dick 'til the shit turned white
Thought to myself sheeba-sheeba
Got my ass lookin' like a zebra
I put on my clothes and I was on my way
Until her daddy pulled up in a Chevrolet
And so I ran I jumped out the back window
But her daddy he was waitin' with a two-by-four
He beat me to the left
He beat me to the right
The mother****er whooped my ass all night
But I ain't mad at her prejudice dad
Thats the best damn pussy I ever had
Got a bag of weed and a bottle of wine
I'm gonna **** that bitch just one more time

[CHORUS]

I met this lady in Hollywood
She had green hair but damn she looked good
I took her to my house because she was fine
But she whipped out a dick that was bigger than mine

I met this lady from Japan
Never made love with an African
I ****ed her once, ****ed her twice
I ate that pussy like shrimp-fried rice

Don't be amazed at the stories I tell ya (tell ya)
I met a woman in the heart of Australia
Had a big butt and big titties too
So I hopped in her ass like Kangaroo

See I met this woman from Hawaii
Stuck it in her ass and she said "aiee"
Lips was breakfast, pussy was lunch
Then her titties busted open with Hawaiian punch

I met colonel sanders wife in the state of Kentucky
Said I'll fry some chicken if you'd just **** me
I came in her mouth, it was a crisis
I gave her my secret blend of herbs and spices

Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need
We can go to the park, after dark
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like cheech and chong (hey wait a minute)
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong

I met Dolly Parton in Tennessee
Her titties were filled with Hennessey
That country music really drove me crazy
But I rode that ass and said yes miss daisy
Met this lady in Oklahoma
Put that pussy in a coma
Met this lady in Michigan
I can't wait 'til I **** that bitch again
Met a real black girl down in south Carolina
****ed her until she turned into a white Albina
****ed this hooker in Iowa
I ****ed her on credit, so I owe her
****ed this girl down in Georgia
Came in her mouth, man I thought I told ya
Met this beautiful sexy hoe
She just ran across the border of Mexico
Fine young thing said her names Maria
I wrapped her up just like a hot tortilla
I wanna get married but I cant afford it
I know I'm gonna cry when she get deported

Said colt 45 and two zigzags baby thats all we need
We can go to the park, after dark,
Smoke that tumbleweed
As the marijuana burn we can take our turn
Singin' them dirty rap songs
Stop and hit the bong like cheech and chong
(hey wait a minute man, hey **** that shit)
And sell tapes from here to Hong Kong

Have you ever went over a girls house to ****
But the pussy just ain't no good
I mean you gettin' upset because you cant get her wet
Plus you in the wrong neighborhood
So you try to play it off and eat the pussy
But it take her so long to come
Then a dude walk in thats her big boyfriend
And he asks you where you from
So you wipe your mouth and you try to explain
You start talkin' real fast
But he already mad cause you ****in' his woman
So he start beatin' on you ass
Now your clothes all muddy
Your nose all bloody
Your dick was hard but now it's soft
You thought you had a girl to rock your world
Now you still gotta go jack off
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Good stuff frank!