[Scarface]
Trouble seems to catch a m*********** with his cards down
Gotta keep my drawers up, s***'s gettin hard now
These m*********** cops be plantin s*** on these n*****
Simply because these n***** got bank accounts that's bigger
I just can't get no peace from you m*********** rollers
Everytime I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over
I'm sick of m************ who be jocking Whitey's coattails
Blacker than a m***********, sweat me 'bout my dope-sales
n***** just take your cut and get your a** up out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a c***-sucking pistol case
Unless you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my s***
Just because you ain't got s***, b****!
Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure
That they can f*** with a million dollar n****
They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, shookin Indo
Gettin f***** up in the gank-hole
The only way you'll whip that m*********** is when you whip that m***********
And we choke the m*********** (Man, f*** that m***********!)
So when you hear my song and wanna get it on
You better come prepared m***********, you dyin wit'cha boots on
[Chorus]
(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)
Dyin wit'cha boots on
(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)
Yeah
[Interlude: prison guard talking to inmate]
Guard: Do you know how many years you're facing inside?
25 to life and that's on the real
So you better snitch on your partner
Inmate: f*** that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself
[Scarface]
n***** gettin caught, doin time, so they snitchin
They pickin n***** up on a funky a** suspicion
We'll be goin down for some questioning we think
And end up gettin hit with the f***** kitchen sink
Racketeer and laundering, Kingpin wondering
If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them
Just because we're n***** and they figure we're no smarter
We'll sell each other out, and start rattin' on our partners
They start bringin up s*** that happened back in '85
And then comes the largest jury, b****, they f***** time!
You might as well play the state cause you gon' do day for day
And sellin out your homeboys ain't the s***
Cos y'all gonna have to die in this b****, b****!
Lobbin wit'cha white suits on
And dyin wit'cha m*********** boots on
(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)
Trouble seems to catch a m*********** with his cards down
Gotta keep my drawers up, s***'s gettin hard now
These m*********** cops be plantin s*** on these n*****
Simply because these n***** got bank accounts that's bigger
I just can't get no peace from you m*********** rollers
Everytime I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over
I'm sick of m************ who be jocking Whitey's coattails
Blacker than a m***********, sweat me 'bout my dope-sales
n***** just take your cut and get your a** up out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a c***-sucking pistol case
Unless you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my s***
Just because you ain't got s***, b****!
Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure
That they can f*** with a million dollar n****
They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, shookin Indo
Gettin f***** up in the gank-hole
The only way you'll whip that m*********** is when you whip that m***********
And we choke the m*********** (Man, f*** that m***********!)
So when you hear my song and wanna get it on
You better come prepared m***********, you dyin wit'cha boots on
[Chorus]
(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)
Dyin wit'cha boots on
(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)
Yeah
[Interlude: prison guard talking to inmate]
Guard: Do you know how many years you're facing inside?
25 to life and that's on the real
So you better snitch on your partner
Inmate: f*** that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin out by myself
[Scarface]
n***** gettin caught, doin time, so they snitchin
They pickin n***** up on a funky a** suspicion
We'll be goin down for some questioning we think
And end up gettin hit with the f***** kitchen sink
Racketeer and laundering, Kingpin wondering
If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them
Just because we're n***** and they figure we're no smarter
We'll sell each other out, and start rattin' on our partners
They start bringin up s*** that happened back in '85
And then comes the largest jury, b****, they f***** time!
You might as well play the state cause you gon' do day for day
And sellin out your homeboys ain't the s***
Cos y'all gonna have to die in this b****, b****!
Lobbin wit'cha white suits on
And dyin wit'cha m*********** boots on
(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)