Lyrics

[Intro: Scarface] Oh (ha ha ha) [?] sit back And analyze the truth cause niggas be stealing niggas shit out here Huh [Verse 1: Scarface] What it is? (nigga!) You don't wanna get involved with this here (nigga!) Is you a bitch nigga?, you a (bitch nigga) Look at yourself and then analyze me This motherfucking G, I can see the flaws in you You got girl draws in you Girl flaws in you, a broad nigga! (hm) I peeped your whole hand when you came in I'm a man and I hang men Play the game to win All mission play on ten Scarface 'finna do it again Mash you niggas, stash them niggas Don't make me upstrap and blast you nigga Once again it's, on, it's a must that I do it Lock you in my scope and blast yo ass through it, I'mma poet The image and the style that you used to Cause you don't keep it real like you used to, a O.G S.A., food to the ho fa'sho So nigga slow your mothеrfuckin' roll 'Fore I come through with the samе M-11 the Feds took from me And shoot you in yo motherfuckin' stomach [Chorus: Z-Ro] You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) When you rat on yo friends You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) When you steal pads from yo kin You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Runnin' when the drama go down, you was bumpin' at first what happened to the man in the south You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Specializing at bumpin' ya gums You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Cappin' on ya bricks but all I see is crumbs Bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Ain't you tired of runnin' your mouth, can't even go home 'cause the devil might run in yo house [Verse 2: Z-Ro] Now bitch niggas get up under my skin, that's why I don't fuck with friends unless it's my Mac-10 I'm the king of the ghetto, Z-Ro the crooked in the flesh Lookin' for head shots, cause bitch fellas live in bulletproof vests What you scared for? What happened to all the tough ass talk? The way you was bumpin', I thought you had a taste for asphalt Look at momma's baby out here starvin' for an ass-whippin', [?] with a magician then drippin' out his ass, listen I'll be damned if I pull a rabbit out a hat Well pull a pistol out a holster and put a bitch nigga on his back WHOA!, watch how I handle this fofo My conscience be screaming "Z-Ro murder mo, murder mo" I just love to slide a bitch nigga up out the room And you could get away from me, if you jump back off in [?] In the middle of yo mommy but I'll open up that bitch nigga Z-Ro the crooked, I'll be damned if I be a bitch nigga [Chorus: Z-Ro] You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) When you rat on yo friends You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) When you steal pads from yo kin You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Runnin' when the drama go down, you was bumpin' at first what happened to the man in the south You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Specializing at bumpin' ya gums You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Cappin' on ya bricks but all I see is crumbs Bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Ain't you tired of runnin' your mouth, can't even go home (bitch) 'cause the devil might run in yo house [Verse 3: Dirt Bomb] My trigger finger like a match book, it spark heat Ya timid like choir boy and The Five Heartbeats My heart speaks to the streets And it don't feel wrong I'll pick the biggest nigga in your crew to steal on, I'm real Get ya frame rocked when that thang pop You better move swift enough to dodge rain drops Or you gon' get hit Dirt only click wit Real niggas that'll bust they gun like Slick Rick Pick ya poison Lead [?] [?] shots I shoot my Glock with one eye like cyclops And I don't chase bitch niggas, I let the slugs chase 'em Put so many holes in 'em they had to cremate 'em Take 'em straight to the morgue that's how the bomb bang Shittin' on these young boys like LeBron James Bullets through yo [?], 4-0 cal, when Dirt Bomb bust Chicago niggas go wild [Chorus: Z-Ro] You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) When you rat on yo friends You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) When you steal pads from yo kin You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Runnin' when the drama go down, you was bumpin' (bitch) at first what happened to the man in the south You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Specializing at bumpin' ya gums You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Cappin' on ya bricks but all I see is crumbs Bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Ain't you tired of runnin' your mouth, can't even go home 'cause the devil might run in yo house [Verse 4: Bun B] It's Bun B, I go back-a like "Atlanta Black Crackers" I back-slap a, back-packer, from here to Cakalacka, wack rapper Short stopper or dope beginner Bitch I ain't ya chicken dinner, bring the heater get you wetter (get you wetter) With that fifty caliber magnum hanger Stop a bear off in his tracks, you better hope I don't land one If I cock that bitch back, better aim it at your chest It'll be weeks before they even find the pieces to your vest We relievers of ya stress (of ya stress) Ease ya fame Put this pistol in your mouth, you never need to breathe again The one ya momma warned ya about Bun and he's insane Kill a kid over a quarter Who just keeps playin' Now this kid's payin', 'fore he fuckin' with the trillers Z-Ro the young guerilla And Face the born killa (Bitch nigga) Feel around in the dark for the dough (Bitch nigga) You here the sounds of the spark 'fore you go [Chorus: Z-Ro] You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) When you rat on yo friends You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) When you steal pads from yo kin You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Runnin' when the drama go down, you was bumpin' (bitch) at first what happened to the man in the south You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Specializing at bumpin' ya gums You's a bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Cappin' on ya bricks but all I see is crumbs Bitch nigga (bitch nigga) Ain't you tired of runnin' your mouth, can't even go home 'cause the devil might run in yo house (Bitch nigga)