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SCARFACE lyrics : "And Yo"

(feat. Redman, Young Noble (Outlawz))

[Redman]

I got a headache this big...
Word up.. word up.. word up..
It's kinda hot in here

Haha (word up) Brick City (word up)
Funk Doc (word up) Scarface, yo yo


It can't be!
P-P-P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED
BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo'

(Bla bla...) I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars
I pull cards like Vegas
Clap my hands then walk away from the table with ya payment

(How I'm paid?) ^!$$%z are barely a village
I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance & Phillip
A man or gorilla (ahh ahh) my cap toot back like Fred

So white (*##$es jump on my +Limp Bizkit+ and yell
"You ^!$$%z know you can't $#&@ around"
Haha yeah, you see me, you be duckin up and down

(Yo yo yo) Super Lex, cop a thing-thing
Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng
$#&@ ya brains out hold when Al Green sings

When your out cold, (*##$ steal ya bling bling
You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it
I got the next (*##$ rockin ya birthday present

News at 11, Scarface and Doc
From Bricks to South Park we say, "!#@* THE COPS!!"


[Hook: Redman]
Yo, you ^!$$%z know you can't $#&@ around
You ^!$$%z know you can't $#&@ around

You see me, you be yuckin duckin up and down
What, these ^!$$%z know they can't $#&@ around
What, you ^!$$%z know you can't $#&@ around

You see me in the streets, you be duckin up and down
^!$$%, you ^!$$%z know you can't $#&@ around
Yo, you ^!$$%z know you can't $#&@ around


[Scarface]
As I, bring it to ya one more time

From a state where we stole weight, and dough mind dine
And we don't tote six-shooters, we tote glock nines
And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes

It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0
Hit the other side of sixteen and getcha mind blown
Fo sho', it's a different vibe from being downtown

then when ya come into the ghetto and ya can't come back out
I seen the ghetto shut down, seen ^!$$%z shot up
Seen ^!$$%z get knocked the $#&@ out and never got up

The neighborhood paralyzed, crack drive-bys
It's evident we hurt, you ignored our cry
On the outside the ghetto just another mindstate

And import more minorities to help the crime rate
I ain't lookin for a job, $#&@ workin the part-time
when we could come up on some dough, with good combs and slang dimes

I see this all the !@%& time - it's $#&@ed up and it's the truth
Nevermind the shooter on the roof
It's a war goin on right here, where we at

I can't complain about what I can't change, so why dap?
Dropped outta high school in tenth grade so I rapped
But still, can't seem to get this monkey off my back

$#&@ it, I pulled a few moves and ride for the streets
And when I start to feel like this, don't $#&@ with me!


[Hook]

[Young Noble]

Yo, Young Noble Outlaw, spittin %#@! with 'Face and Red
Bear looped out flows and you can taste the wet
Place ya bet, young ^!$$% ace the test

You say Nob' got a old soul, blame the vets
Flurp %#@! from the earth (*##$, cradle to grave
Burnt %#@! from the fingertips, able to spray

^!$$% ya mind playin tricks on you
Ya drew down, but ya nine won't spit for you
And ain't nobody got no hostle clips for you
You in the mix but ain't nobody doin %#@! for you
It's gon' be Hell for hustler, while your neck spoil you

With the same clip you had last week
and ^!$$%z know I know the real, that's why the !@$) don't speak
And I ain't even peak yet, without the heat yet
Holla my street yet, cuz I be the beef yet
I'm hittin these ^!$$%z hard, I ain't even eat yet

or felt defeat yet, I melt the weak yet
Lyrical breathe death - we thugs ^!$$% what
we take slugs to the gut
Patch 'em up, hit the Bricks, it's time for our lunch
Outlawz, Dirty Mob mother$#&@er!


[Hook x2]

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