[Intro:]
In world news today: officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias Scarface, must be stopped. After being monitored by Secret Service agents for two years, evidence leads Tobacco and Firearms officials to believe that his literally dope lyrics promote drug usage and distribution, degrade women, influence gambling, promote and teach violence, and more importantly it's influencing our minors and destroying our young community. Officials say, he's the lord of underground rap and his music must be stopped.
[Verse 1: Scarface]
We got this ho mothafucka on a mission,
Now the whole entire world's gotta try to come up with a quick decision,
They claim we threats to society
And now they callin' on the government to try and make somebody quiet.
For the bullshit they done to me,
Ganxsta NIP, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me,
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that,
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat.
So why you tryna kick some dust up?
America's been always known for blamin' us niggas for they fuck-ups,
And we were always considered evil
Now they tryna to bust our only code of communicating with our people.
Let's peep the game from a different angle:
Matt Dillon pulled his pistol every time him and someone tangled
So why you criticize me
For the shit that you see on your TV
That rates worse than PG?
Just bring your ass to where they got me
So you can feel the hand of the dead body.
[Chorus: Devin The Dude]
Nigga, don't believe that song,
That nigga's wrong,
Gangstas don't live that long.
Nigga, don't believe that song,
That nigga's wrong,
Gangstas don't live that long.
[Verse 2: Scarface]
So now they tryin' separation
And sending black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation,
Tappin' into our conversation,
Sayin' the message that they give
Bring forth or premeditation.
So David's got a silver mag,
While listenin' to Brad, David gets pissed and kills his dad,
David Duke's got a shotgun,
So why you get upset 'cause I got one?
A-tisket, a-tasket,
A nigga got his ass kicked,
Shot in the face by a cop, close casket.
An open-and-shut situation,
Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation,
If you don't dig me, than, nigga, you can sue me,
Because the shit that I be sayin' ain't worse than no western movie,
Don't blame me, blame your man Gotti,
Now you can feel the hand of the dead body.
[Chorus: Devin The Dude]
Nigga, don't believe that song,
That nigga's wrong,
Gangstas don't live that long.
Nigga, don't believe that song,
That nigga's wrong,
Gangstas don't live that long.
[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
You best to free your mind
Before I free my nine
And stop fuckin' with D'voidofpop
Or feel my hot rocks.
Bang-bang, boom-boom, ping-ping, I'm the black,
White boys got a magazine and don't kow how to act.
I'll attack and make you vomit,
Down with Khalid Abdul Muhammad,
Do he got a brother? I'm it now.
I'm the illest,
Wanna kill this house nigga Don Cornelius,
Can you feel this?
You punk niggas make me sick,
Suckin' on the devil's dick,
Scared of revolution,
Need to start douchin'.
Houston is the place
I caught a case,
Them mothafuckas tried to put a scar on my face,
But I bust two times to the gut,
Do the Reverend Calvin Butts
Got a pair of nuts?
I started this gangsta shit in '86,
Now you dissin' me
For publicity,
Isn't he a ho to the third degree?
Who me?
I'm a G who like to scrap a lot
Down with Rap-A-Lot,
And I can't stop, won't stop,
So fuck Bill and Hillary,
Ice Cube there, ain't no killin' me
Ice Cube, Scarface
Droppin' on these sellin' out niggas, doin' it like this!
[Chorus: Devin The Dude]
Nigga, don't believe that song,
That nigga's wrong,
Gangstas don't live that long.
Nigga, don't believe that song,
That nigga's wrong,
Gangstas don't live that long.
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