High Note - LYRICS

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"High Note"

[Verse 1]

She steady tellin' me her dude ain't the type she like 

And the reason she ain't leavin' is 'cause "he's so nice" 

On Due to special occasions like birthday shit 

That's election just in need for some birthday dick 

You can spend it with your man y'all can walk them malls 

Tear that motherfucker down I just want your draws 

That's why I'm laughing everytime you call 

'cause I know that you're in love with how I broke it off 

The nigga strokes too soft and she a beast in bed 

And when she fucks she talks pussy is deep and wet 

And I don't need the taxes I don't sweat the bitch 

And sworn and damn and that's some texas shit 

and I won't fuck's em on the first day, I peeps they mind 

So they know that what they havin more important than mine 

And when I'm deep inside with speed devine 

I'm movin grown she screamin hard, which means that I'm... 

[Chorus (girl screamin in the background)]

Makin you hit the high notes (she hittin' the high note) 

Makin you hit the high notes (hey you hittin' the high note baby) 

Makin you hit the high notes 

(I can makin you hit the high note) 

[Verse 2] 

From doing daily at the movies going out the broads 

Make you look like you're a couple when it's not at all 

How it is in actualities you close your mouth 

We do better gettin' tracin' down important talk 

Understands that you got a man is probably not 

In the end is something both is something seasons out 

And even if we are just friends that don't justify 

You being seeing with a boy like him 

'cause boy that's bad and they know before it's over 

You be bend over my sofa while I bust that ass 

And while that nigga takin' pictures of you behind your clothes 

Sendin' roses to your office while he's crying and soars 

Stuck wonder while you leavin mouth in the cloth 

She's floppin' with your business what somebody been told 

She was probably a hoe, probably somebody you know 

On your cell phone dial while you hittin' that note 

Now we squeezin it for... 

[Chorus]

[Verse 3] 

If she a hoe in the beginning she's a hoe for life 

And I can't understand how niggaz make these hoes they wife 

You got hoes that's filipino you got hoes that's white 

You got hoes from Puerto Rico that's just cold as ice 

And it is what it is ain't no changin' the facts 

It was a shame when you only thought they came in black 

Now how insane is that, had a change of heart 

Though you have a worth then it came a pork 

Then she hangs with boys you need to tell your broad 

Said until she met him she never came this hard 

And the shamest part while you at home relax 

I make her eyes, I try to brake her motherfuckin back 

On the balcony bend over lookin bad as hell 

Finger fuckin her and slappin on that ass as well 

See then inhales that long excel, and then you hear 

The sounds of an orgasm yeah, yeah I was...

Who Are They (feat. K-Rino, Slim Thug) - LYRICS

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"Who Are They"

(feat. K-Rino, Slim Thug)

Huh

[Verse 1 - Scarface]

You see a nigga with his game tight, money with a name like

'Face (Face Mob), havin his way, the homie did his thing, right?

You just a peon, the type of bitch I'd pee on

High sidin a nigga, rollin in a Neon, now what the fuck was she on?

I'm "Prime Time" bitch like Deion (yeah)

I Spinks on a ho like Leon

And you are just a castaway, so get your ass away

Instead of fuckin you, I'd masturbate

I shouldn't of had to wait, I think you blew your big chance

You rejected when I asked about the eighth grade dance

Now I'm big time, like my homeboy Randy

Plus I'm pushin a Porsche with drop top panties

It's just like candy but I ain't hammy

Yo ho, so yo, ass can't hand me

Shit, fuck your cell phone bitch, you can keep that

Broke, you ain't know a motherfucker, where was she at?

[Chorus - Female]

I think I remember you, from way back when, but how can I be sure?

That's so long ago and since then we both have grown

But look at you, you're amazin

What's so, crazy, I know how niggaz do

'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are

[Verse 2 - K-Rino]

Listen, in high school with the females, I was rarely selected

I got rejected by the ones the damn nerds rejected

If I wore a shirt Monday, this is true, I ain't lyin

By the end of the week you probably saw it two more times

I was discouraged by the microscopic size of my bank

But stayed constantly motivated to rise in the ranks

I used to be a bottom feeder, lowest man on the totem

But I showed a mass like the transit sit on my scrotum

Gettin fed by my music and it's all clean work

And the used to be prom queen is a Walgreens clerk

I would dream about bein with ya, wantin to kiss on ya

Now I let my damn bladder bust before I piss on ya

Me and 'face second to none, makin records for fun

You thirty-seven at the strip club gettin naked for ones

But I ain't trippin, you can hit the room with me, it's fine

And when I bust one on her chin, I'm like "clean up on aisle nine!" 

(yeah)

[Chorus - Unknown Female]

I think I remember you, from way back when, but how can I be sure?

That's so long ago and since then we both have grown

But look at you, you're amazin

What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do

'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are

[Verse 3 - Slim Thug]

Thugga, huh

A (Bitch Ain't) never been (Shit) to me

I've been screamin that since "Chronic" popped back in '93

Back when I was broke in the hood on my ass

I couldn't get away when the bitch drove past

Now a nigga seein cash so fast, things change

Same bitch askin for a ride in the Range

Lookin at a nigga strange, 'cause I ain't tryin to entertain

Conversation about her becomin my main

I'm like "bitch, you must of fell and bump your brain

And think you fuckin with a lame, nope not me mayne

I ain't got shit for ya, matter fact, I don't know ya

That's all I'm a show ya, 'cause that's all a nigga owe ya

Used to be fine, big titties and behind

Had a few kids, now your belly bigger than mine

Stomach lookin like you had a fight with a lion

I ain't fuckin with you bitch, move around"

[Chorus - Female]

I think I remember you, from way back when, but how can I be sure?

That's so long ago and since then we both have grown

But look at you, you're amazin

What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do

'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are (they are, they are ...)

Redemption Song - LYRICS

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"Redemption Song"

I'm too hard to kill, I refuse to die

Sweat tears and blood, paid dues alive

In these streets I roam, I've been blessed to live

Could've easily got caught up in my yesteryears

But I'm here~! My story remains the same

I ain't changed a bit, I speak words of pain

From a frozen heart, lost what's left to lose

I'm alone and what I promise is death to you

And it's true my only fear is I have none

My conscience makes me keep me to myself cause I blast one

And I can fall asleep right next to a dead man

I'm cold, I put bullet holes all off in your headband

So, bring me death cause I've been itchin to see

if it's an afterlife, aim it at me, cock it and squeeze

Please... back to back to back to back to back to back, nigga

From my first fuckin album nigga

And I still can't be fucked with, trust me

I'm the truth in here, I give up what's real

Not afraid to die, not afraid to kill

But afraid to lie, and too scared to steal

Cause what's mine is mine, and what's his is his

In these streets it's clear, punishment's severe

If that line is crossed that's when them guys appear

It's like nothin you've seen, so fuck what you've heard

It ain't what you believe, cause it's deeper than words

If that silence is broke then somebody's comin to blow

holes in yo' upper body, leavin a bloody coat

to be viewed by these dues who feel like this

When it's enough said it's bloodshed, believe that shit nigga

Cause we that sick nigga, you see that bitch - get her!

Cause he that snitch nigga, so squeeze that's it figure

that you watch what you say, you say it and die

What you cherish is close to me so don't testify

Straight up hood nigga, made it rappin

Yeah, caught a break huh

My life put down in words homey

That's some real shit, yo

A rapper - you hated to love, respected and feared

what I'm capable of there's nothin they say in our ears

I'm a soldier for fortune, I've got murderous plots

Plus I'm suicidal, walkin this parking lot

With my dangerous thoughts, I'm a dangerous dude

When I up it and cock the hammer I'm aimin dude

I came in to do, I'm a killing machine

And with life comes a price so I triple the fee

When it's trippin with me, either you win or you lose

In the end he who wins is he who finishes fools

I'm sentencin you, to a home in the sea

With the lint in your pockets, you rolled with weed

Exposin the weak, you hoes fin' to sleep

with the fishes bitches and y'all should know the demeanor

Yeah, everything that I say I am nigga I am

Know the rest of you motherfuckers wish you could be that real

I tell you what my nigga, be real with your motherfuckin self

I am Facemob nigga~! I am the best nigga

I am the back to back to back to back nigga

Y'knahmsayin? Yeah

It's Not A Game - LYRICS

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"It's Not A Game"

[Scarface]

It's danger in the streets these days

Man how the fuck am I gon' keep me paid?

Believe me mayne; if I got to die I got to go

This was all never sure cause danger life I know

It was all about the diamond chains, or the ride and bank

Smoke and listen to the Isleys sang

Would I ride the same? Dawg, probably not

Laid back reminiscin on the times I shot

Dare all motherfuckers trippin in them parkin lots

If it was war niggaz wanted it was war they got

I'm a nigga, a real nigga, a quick thanker

that would hesitate to aim and see the chamber

Discharge the cartridges that the hollow-point came from

You can hide but you cain't run

Yeah, and he just started what can not be stopped

And fucked up cause you were thinkin you could not be got

[Chorus: repeat 2X]

This is not a game

Niggaz want a lifestyle with finer thangs

Hustlin to come up on these diamond chains, diamond rangs

Runnin on the daily out here tryin to slang

[Scarface]

Now analyzin all the wrong I've done

I'm surprised I ain't dead I guess the good die young

I put a hole in a nigga head, fuck why run

from a lazy motherfucker cause he flashed his gun

We ain't cut from the same shit, nigga I'm a shooter

If I show I got a pistol best believe I'ma shoot a

stupid motherfucker down, shoot a motherfucker down

Chalk his ass in the dirt with a bullet in his mouth

And I won't lose sleep cause when it come time for me to pay the piper

Fuck it, I've been tryin to meet

Yeah~! So please believe that when it's time to show

I'll be ready with my arms crossed, dyin to go

And I won't shed tears, I'm respected here

And you won't hear things you'd expect to hear

I rejected fear; and I don't wanna be another second here

But the question is, is he lettin me live?

[Chorus]

[Scarface]

Right here the pros and cons

Cause life's way deeper than the frozen arm

They might streetsweep you if you're holdin on

My Sunday School teacher taught us Job in songs, another soul is gone

She couldn't have told me shit

Cause all I wanna do right here is fold me grip

And she talks to me in codes and all I know is bricks

Learn how to rock me up an O I coulda sold for six, instead she sold me tricks

So now I plead my case

The cops all on me tryin to bleed my safe

My pops all on me tryin to squeeze my face

But I'm not gon' squeal so I'ma need my space, back up I need my space

Momma ain't raised no rat

The word got back and niggaz paid for that

Yo' ass got served and never made it back

Your ass had birds a nigga laid you flat, and then he raid your stack

That's how the game is played

[Chorus]

Still Here (feat. Shateish) - LYRICS

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"Still Here"

(feat. Shateish)

[Verse 1 (Scarface)]

Up early in the morning, 

waken by the sound of my cell phone, 

Donny hathaway singing on the ringtone. 

Was a homie that I went to school with, 

tellin me life wasnt shit to fool with. 

These young niggas steady dyin' over dumb shit, 

fast money for your soul, 

now your done with. 

You hear the gun click. 

[gunshot]

Blood stains on the walls and carpet, 

pain and the hardships 

of a father identifyin' his child 

from a photo of the plan, 

with his brains blown out now. 

Lets rewind to where it all took place, 

started off in math class early that day. 

Hey! Its high school, 

and everybodys tryin to earn a rep 

and he gone gun shot a homie to death. 

The impossible is happenin, 

children are left to make decisions. 

Do ya let 'em die or kill them urself? 

[Chorus (Shateish)]

As I look at my life.. 

Remembering where ive been. 

I may not have been here. 

Cuda been in the gutter, 

drowning in my tears. 

I remember how hard it is on the block. (Yeahhhh) 

Everytime you turn around somebody got shot.. 

Oooooh, 

but im still here. 

Im still here. 

[Verse 2:]

Another homie got murdered in the dope house, 

ass pocket full of money, 

chillin' gettin' smoked out. 

Two shots hit him in his face when he blast it, 

frame pictured, 

and its closed casket. 

This is so tragic. 

I see death on every block I turn, 

its just not my turn. 

Live the same lifestyle, 

cash money to burn. 

Weed blowin' steady slippin' in the darkest term. 

When it feels like real life, 

knowin' is next. 

Rep to take it, 

be the last left, 

humble yourself. 

In slow-mo you see your wholse life flashin' 

that second from the beginning, 

back to the end and that lesson 

is nothin short of what a nigga expect. 

Livin' life like this, 

this is duly respect. 

And I refuse to give debt. 

[Chorus:]

As I look at my life.. 

Remembering where ive been. 

I may not have been here. 

Cuda been in the gutter, 

drowning in my tears. 

I remember how hard it is on the block. (Yeahhhh) 

Everytime you turn around somebody got shot.. 

Oooooh, 

but im still here. 

Im still here. 

[Verse 3:]

Yeah I remember, 

we tatted are names on our arms for fun. 

Writin rest in piece for the dead and gone. 

Thats just me, 

and I aint the one to stunt, 

but seems like im losing somebody every other month. 

Thats why I walk through the hood 

tryin' talk to the hood, 

but some niggas is lost in the hood. 

and we blind to that fact, 

that we actin' like they wanted us to act. 

White man versus black. 

Reason I aint vote for my iraqs 'cos I love 'em. 

They gonna want him hanged after that. 

In god we trust, 

what? (what?) 

Money or the life of a soldier 

sent to die in the war in a fight, 

that never should took place. 

Mary K-K-K 

used to be a great place (great place), 

now I guess we save face (save face). 

John McCain hates niggas, (hates niggas) 

on Martin Lutha King day. (hahahahaha) 

Go Figure. 

[Chorus:]

As I look at my life.. 

Remembering where ive been. 

I may not have been here. 

Cuda been in the gutter, 

drowning in my tears. 

I remember how hard it is on the block. (Yeahhhh) 

Everytime you turn around somebody got shot.. 

Oooooh, 

but im still here. 

Im still here.