Face Off

Lyrics

[Intro: (Ghostface Killah), Scarface] (Yeah! This Tony Starks, Scarface – yeah!) (We about to switch faces) It's goin' down! (Yeah, Kay Slay!) Right here–right here tonight, dawg – Face Mob in New York City, huh! Holla at ya goddamn boy! Don't fuck wit' me Don't get this shit crunk up in here, Kay! 'Cause you know I'mma goddamn fool wit this shit [Scarface] I'm creatin' a masterpiece for niggas Doin' it Kay Slay, all day, ev'y day, steady uppin' the 12 gauge I'm fuckin' your house up, you and your spouse up You open your mouth up, guarantee you I douse ya Have 'em writin' about ya–daily I'm in the papers for doubtin' a muhfucker Statin' in that special way – you want it, you got it, baby I'm at you a lifetime, the nigga washin' your window, shortens your lifeline You're fuckin' wit' white wine, I'm fuckin' wit nitrate I'm emotionless when I get 'em – nigga wit' ice veins Ain't impressed wit status or jewelry, I'm on some street shit Don't believe in sittin' in front of a jury, that's weak shit You talk it, you gotta live it – I live it, that's why I speak it Exposin' these niggas weakness – Kay, I got 'em sleepin' Reality–fuck a record, don't believe in disrespectin' And niggas'll be to see you while your people got you restin' – I'm reckless [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Mama used to take trips, to face-to-face Now it's face the Face – Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay We gon' walk the path that mama laid We fail? We gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave [Verse 2: Ghostface Killah] I remember bustin' at the housing police, duckin' the vans With them taped-up broken revolvers stuffed in my pants That was '88, around the time of Slick Rick era Dana Dane, rope chains wit' the thick knit sweaters Who gives a fuck what the D.A. say, they wanna see me pay Motherfucker, this is GFK! I settle crimes wit' metal 9's and I ain't gonna stop 'Til your brains all over the street like yellow lines Marshmellow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones Acknowledge the throne, it's Pretty Tone! (Word!) I'm legendary – and compared to my work on the strip, y'all secondary I'm hittin' these fiends lovely, my shit be extra heavy Like construction workers in Timbs, and plus they tool box Two Glocks, in case I gotta bump a few cops off You know how we do in Staten Island, this is Gattin' Island, nigga Not a non-violence sticker [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Mama used to take trips, to face-to-face Now it's face the Face – Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay We gon' walk the path that mama laid We fail? We gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave [Verse 3: Scarface] I gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed You took your shit, nigga, lay in your bed Who'd ever thought this nigga that we sat down at our table and fed Would roll on the street and on wit' the Feds? I used to love this nigga! Now I roll around wit' a mask and a strap and a grudge for the nigga Fuckin' wit me, this adds the fuel to the fire And I'm about to snap that wire! [Verse 4: Ghostface Killah] We want them new 20's and 100's, Ziploc money Y'all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did And we goin' all out like Hussein's sons did We stickin' niggas like New York cops wit' plungers So take some advice (What?) – there's three bears Cashmere'd down, wit' 12 gauges under the table Slay got the shotty, aimed at your navel And them other two bears, yo – they's the one that paid you, buddy! [Chorus: Ghostface Killah] Mama used to take trips, to face-to-face Now it's face the Face – Ghost and Face, Scar and Slay We gon' walk the path that mama laid We fail? We gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave {*gunshots*}