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    Re: Scarface

    swiss_cow - 20.05.2006, 22:22

    Scarface
    Conspiracy Theory

    The conspiracy theory...

    [Scarface]
    I knew this nigga who sittin, on the dock on the bay
    Had plans of gettin rich so he was plottin with Jay
    This motherfucker had the street game locked
    Had the blocks all sold up,
    and always saw the cops when they showed up
    He had the rep of being murderous too
    The type of nigga, with the mind of a God-damn fool
    But he knew, to get off in this crew, he had to change
    So when James went to church this nigga did the same
    So he's steppin back away from the cut
    But his vengeance of livin, had his braincells start to fuck up
    Steady callin his shots, but steady leavin a trail
    So sit back peep my game, I got a story to tell

    I came from a gang with niggaz who do crime
    They didn't rat they niggaz out when they came to do time
    No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
    For death, you do it by yo God-damn self

    [Scarface]
    He gettin clean, so we gave him a job
    Had the whole entire city on they knees, recognizin the mob
    Took the cash that he was makin, in this seat
    And compared it, to the cash off in these God-damn streets
    As luck gon' be, the scales didn't break even
    So now he's out to go an get the cash that he needin
    Some wise man once told me
    (?) but I didn't believe him, so he showed me
    Gave an example; the piece of a pie
    Said if you eat to much it's gone at the blink of an eye
    This for these niggaz out here hearin me
    Hypothetical conversation, the rest of that shit, is a conspiracy
    I got the word and heard he back on the grind
    Ran across and met a nice spot, runnin his mob
    I love the nigga, so I gave him some dap
    He said he loved my work efforts,
    and he said he liked the way that I rapped
    Wanted to show me what he was rollin outside, but
    Little did I know, he was the FBI
    I heard a rumor that this nigga got knocked...
    A few months past and he was back on the lot
    and shift the plot, I'll teach you niggaz conspiracy theories
    I spit this shit in code, but I pray that you hear me
    Cuz see he know him and, he meets you
    They get popped and, you do to
    Illegal taps and undercover surveillance
    Tapin conversations, tryna duck the years that he facin

    [short phone conversation]

    Better yet gonna get me facin, cuz we know he's the back-
    bone - if ya crush the bone, ya alter the mind
    And thought process is vital at this time
    And I heard, you was out to get the niggaz that's rich
    But I'ma tell you motherfuckers like this

    I came from a gang with niggaz who do crime
    They didn't rat they niggaz out when they came to do time
    No snitchin nobody out when ya facin a life sentence
    For death, you do it by yo God-damn self
    [repeat]

    [Scarface]
    How the fuck is you gon' stop a train
    You set your fires on your forest to burn it but then it rains
    It's like Babyface and them Jay
    We all got lies and RAM, you motherfuckers own they grave
    We need current situations, in due time
    Train 'em to do the business in 20 years down the line
    So I stand firm on "We can't be stopped"
    Reconcile our disagreements, and I'm still down with Rap-A-Lot
    Murder ya boxers tryna break apart what God made
    And regardless to what you boys say
    Seek and destroy, fuck the opposition
    When you for real it's in yo bloodline, not in yo motherfuckin mind
    So feel it like the holy spirit, and remember
    when ya face to face with the demons, you can't fear it
    You fight until the battle finished
    No matter what the end is, when you attack you strike with vengeance
    And always judge a man by his deeds
    and never buy jealousy cuz it breathes...

    Conspiracy theory...

    One minute to pray and a second to die

    [Scarface]
    Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die
    but some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why..
    his life was took at such an early age
    A young nigga who lived in a rage died by the gauge
    He used to hustle on the street corners
    His mom would always beg him to quit, but he didn't wanna
    As he got older, he got even worse
    til a real nigga showed him the purpose of a hearse
    A cold night in his hood, he had a tangle
    The brother he was squabblin with, had broke his ankle
    Laid him out in the driveway
    Some people knew he wouldn't survive, but hey
    I ain't the one to speak up on another's
    All I can do is try to open his eyes and help the brother
    He chose the wrong way and that's the route he took
    Born and brought up as an angel but he died as a crook
    He had a baby that he couldn't raise
    and she will never see her father again, cause he's in a grave
    I always think about ??
    "My daddy was a dopeman, so I'ma be a dope dealer"
    How will the family explain it?
    "My daughter had a baby for a 'caine head!"
    He ain't around to see her walk
    Dry her eyes when she cries, pick her up when she falls
    Just the thought of a kid livin fly fucks me up
    when his girl has to raise a BASTARD child
    It gets deeper, he used to punch her and beat her
    She was loyal to his ass but accused as a cheater
    She had a good deck but she picked the wrong card
    Had a kid, now she's realizin life is hard
    A big time dope dealer's all she wanted
    who drove a Jag or a Benz so she could flaunt it
    The situation's got me guessin..
    but the answer remains to be a question
    He lived his life in a lie
    I guess you only get a minute to pray, and a second to die

    ..

    [Scarface]
    It was crazy how it happened
    Some niggaz rolled by in the Riviera cappin
    All I could see was a pistol spittin rounds
    and the boy was just screamin as he fell to the ground
    A woman yelled - get an ambulance
    But I knew he was dead, he didn't stand a chance
    You shoulda seen him, he was scared
    A bullet goes to his chest, and one to his head
    He just laid there in silence..
    and all I heard was the sirens
    Paramedics pulled up..
    followed by a law man and then came a firetruck
    Put his ass on the stretcher..
    but if he survives, I'm willin to betcha
    he'll be out for revenge
    They patched him up within a week he was back at it again
    Went to his brother on the Northside
    Grab your shit, it's a hit, we're gonna take a long ride
    Packed it up in the trunk
    AK-47, M-11 and a pump
    Rolled by ?? on Scott Street
    School was lettin out,
    "Yo you ain't gonna shoot yet?" "WATCH ME!"
    Opened his trunk and grabbed a shotgun..
    .. he shot him
    Put his tooly on the front seat
    Continued his mission, as he headed down the street
    The kids was just starin at each other
    J.D. rolled by and smoked black's brother
    Reached in his coat and grabbed a 'port
    Full speed down Reed, shot his mom on the porch
    On his way down Cullard
    His brother was just dazed in a shock, "Why you do it?"
    "Why you shot his moms Jay? Shit"
    "Hehehehehe.. hah man fuck that bitch"
    Went to the store to use the payphone
    Called up Mack, "Aiyyo J.D. homey"
    Hung it up and rolled down Dagger
    Headin for the nigga he was after
    By the time he arrived at the scene
    Malcolm was ready for anything
    He tried to sneak around the back way
    Never thought of bein taken out on that day
    Black boy, black coat
    Stood around the corner as he passed slit his throat
    He didn't fall so he fired
    One to the middle of his skull, he's expired
    A whole army came out
    Twenty-seven niggaz all strapped out of one house
    That how it happens in the acre
    One nigga died in the park in the paper
    Shit gets deeper but why?
    I guess you only get a minute to pray,
    and a second to die

    The withe sheet

    Chorus: x4 {Rat tat tat tat to your ass is the mutha fucking flow
    {Here comes the White Sheet

    Verse 1:
    Rat tat tat tat to your ass is the mutha fucking flow
    so why was you fucking with a nigga for?
    apparently you haven't heard of me?
    it's going to take more mutha fuckers than in the compound to murder me
    I fucks a vision like a sand shower
    you going up against a stacked deck nigga now where your man power
    bring your mutha fucking backup
    and blow the bugle when I step off this bitch and load this gat up
    coz still a nigga's friend will bust you
    dead in your head from the front and knock the back up off that mutha
    fucker
    now listen to the gunshot
    I got that ass with that double barrel one shot
    now I don't hear your heart beating
    now I don't see your boy breathing, rat tat tat tat.

    Chorus x4

    Hospital Scene:
    Wassup boy?/ah, ah, wassup Face 1?/where that nigga at?/ah, he back
    there in that emergency room/ he did?/I, I don't know man/ fun to bust
    this bitch again.

    Verse 2:
    I see your mama in the waiting room standing crying
    I see your ass in the doctors arms slowly dying
    now talk that shit that you was talking to your homie
    bitch you should have shot me when you pulled your fucking pistol on me
    so now I'm forced to pop the clip in
    S to the mutha fucking A, nigga set tripping
    it ain't no love when my finger's on the trigger
    it ain't no love for you off balance ass niggas
    so keep your ass in the neutral spot
    'cause if you rolling through my hood when we're feuding then you
    getting caught

    Chorus x4

    Verse 3:
    I ain't your mutha fucking homeboy
    you out of pocket when you fucking with me, so no it's on boy
    I ain't but in to get my shit like these other busters
    when you see me around this bitch I got that mutha fucker
    so I ain't fucking with the club life
    I'm like Pac, I'm making mail but I still live the thug life
    my rap name's getting bigger
    but ain't nothing changed I still got the game to handle all you bitch
    niggas
    so a nigga's always strapped
    nuts been big since a kid you mutha fucker so it ain't rap
    toe to toe, back to back, gat for gat,
    it's like that mutha fucker... rat tat tat tat.

    Chorus x8
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