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Fake-ass-ni-ggaz (NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace
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Fake-ass-ni-ggaz (WON'TCHA STAY OUT MY) faaaace
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(ALL YOU FRAUDULENT-ASS NIGGAZ NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace
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(ALL YOU BEGGIN-ASS BITCHES NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace
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[Scarface]
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News gossip laws gossip boppers boppin hoes beg
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Foresake me cause they bitches always be off in my bed
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Always fuckin with they feelings, bitch I'll fuck you with my head
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I don't love you and you don't love me so motherfuck what Donna said
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I got paper never spend it I ain't never seen a night
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that I felt a need to pay a bitch unless she was a dyke
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Lickin pussy left and right, bringin bitches by my place
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Jack me off and suck my dick and let me skeet off in her (faaaace~!)
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Blackberry start to buzzin, guess her husband askin questions
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Wonderin where she at cause she just called her cousin, mad and fussin
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I'm laughin cause I'm fuckin, slappin ass and titty suckin
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Please your nipples, puttin that thump in her ass and she ain't strugglin
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[Chorus]
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[Scarface]
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You ain't gangsta, youse a busta, quick to say that you a hustler
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But realistically, you a bitch to me, sweet as pie but down to Custer
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Wanna cry when niggaz touch ya, wanna hide cause niggaz bust ya
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Got the copies of them statements you was makin motherfucker
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All you fake-ass niggaz get the fuck out my (faaaace~!)
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'Fore I make it rain and shower you with copper from the A
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K, 47 that's gon' be my tool
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Make me clack it, I start actin like a motherfuckin fool (yeah)
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Fool, you know me, I've been down since '85
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Sellin dime for dime, doublin up my paper every time
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I live the life of crime, ghetto life from day to day
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Made me throw up both my hands, now get the fuck up out my (faaaace~!)
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[Chorus]
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[Scarface]
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Thought I mighta hung it up for good, got tired of ridin beats
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for free, said fuck it, I'm gon' go on and coach a team
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Play golf and smoke my weed, poke her every other day
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Do some groups and keep these haters out my motherfuckin (faaaace~!)
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But this shit ain't go the way I planned, I'm caught off in the cross
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And if I leave they won't respect the South cause niggaz soft
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Talkin 'bout what's in they mouth, talkin 'bout they cars and house
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And that ain't what we all about, we out here workin in a drought
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'Bout that paper, 'bout that cabbage, out here hustlin 'til you grab it
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Pimp a pimp, you silly rabbit, youse a bun without a tablet
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So yo' intellect connect is comin short it out of space
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Catchin bricks and weed and ace so get the fuck up out my face
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Git Out of My Face
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| Scarface |
