Git out My Face
[Chorus]Fake-ass-ni-ggaz (NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace
Fake-ass-ni-ggaz (WONTCHA STAY OUT MY) faaaace(ALL YOU FRAUDULENT-ASS NIGGAZ NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace( ALL YOU BEGGIN-ASS BITCHES NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace[Scarface]
News gossip laws gossip boppers boppin hoes beg
Foresake me cause they bitches always be off in my bed
Always fuckin with they feelings, bitch
Ill fuck you with my head
I dont love you and you dont love me so motherfuck what
Donna said
I got paper never spend it
I aint never seen a nightthat
I felt a need to pay a bitch unless she was a dyke
Lickin pussy left and right, bringin bitches by my place
Jack me off and suck my dick and let me skeet off in her (faaaace~!)
Blackberry start to buzzin, guess her husband askin questions
Wonderin where she at cause she just called her cousin, mad and fussin
Im laughin cause
Im fuckin, slappin ass and titty suckin
Please your nipples, puttin that thump in her ass and she aint strugglin[Chorus][Scarface]
You aint gangsta, youse a busta, quick to say that you a hustler
But realistically, you a bitch to me, sweet as pie but down to
CusterWanna cry when niggaz touch ya, wanna hide cause niggaz bust ya
Got the copies of them statements you was makin motherfucker
All you fake-ass niggaz get the fuck out my ( faaaace~!)
Fore I make it rain and shower you with copper from the
AK, 47 thats gon be my tool
Make me clack it,
I start actin like a motherfuckin fool (yeah )
Fool, you know me,
Ive been down since 85
Sellin dime for dime, doublin up my paper every time
I live the life of crime, ghetto life from day to day
Made me throw up both my hands, now get the fuck up out my (faaaace~!)[Chorus][Scarface]
Thought I mighta hung it up for good, got tired of ridin beatsfor free, said fuck it,
Im gon go on and coach a team
Play golf and smoke my weed, poke her every other day
Do some groups and keep these haters out my motherfuckin (faaaace~!)
But this shit aint go the way
I planned,
Im caught off in the cross
And if I leave they wont respect the
South cause niggaz soft
Talkin bout whats in they mouth, talkin bout they cars and house
And that aint what we all about, we out here workin in a drought
Bout that paper, bout that cabbage, out here hustlin til you grab it
Pimp a pimp, you silly rabbit, youse a bun without a tablet
So yo intellect connect is comin short it out of space
Catchin bricks and weed and ace so get the fuck up out my face