[Chorus:]
Fake-ass-ni-ggaz (NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace
Fake-ass-ni-ggaz (WON'TCHA STAY OUT MY) faaaace

(ALL YOU FRAUDULENT-ASS !#$%Z NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace
(ALL YOU BEGGIN-ASS !#$*ES NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace


[Scarface:]
News gossip laws gossip boppers boppin hoes beg
Foresake me cause they (*##$es always be off in my bed

Always $#&@in with they feelings, (*##$ I'll $#&@ you with my head
I don't love you and you don't love me so mother$#&@ what Donna said
I got paper never spend it I ain't never seen a night

That I felt a need to pay a (*##$ unless she was a !@()
Lickin #~!!@ left and right, bringin (*##$es 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
I'm laughin cause I'm $#&@in, slappin $$# and titty suckin

Please your nipples, puttin that thump in her $$# and she ain't strugglin

[Chorus]


[Scarface:]
You ain't gangsta, youse a busta, quick to say that you a hustler

But realistically, you a (*##$ to me, sweet as pie but down to Custer
Wanna cry when ^!$$%z touch ya, wanna hide cause ^!$$%z bust ya
Got the copies of them statements you was makin mother$#&@er

All you fake-ass ^!$$%z get the $#&@ out my (faaaace~!)
'Fore I make it rain and shower you with copper from the A
K, 47 that's gon' be my tool

Make me clack it, I start actin like a mother$#&@in fool (yeah)
Fool, you know me, I've 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 $#&@ up out my (faaaace~!)


[Chorus]

[Scarface:]

Thought I mighta hung it up for good, got tired of ridin beats
For free, said $#&@ it, I'm 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 mother$#&@in (faaaace~!)
But this %#@! ain't go the way I planned, I'm caught off in the cross
And if I leave they won't respect the South cause ^!$$%z soft

Talkin 'bout what's in they mouth, talkin 'bout they cars and house
And that ain't 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 $#&@ up out my face