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| Scarface The Diary G's (And meanwhile, on the Southside of town...) [Chorus:] Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood, what do you see? (I see some muthafuckin' G's) Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood, tell me what you see? (Some muthafuckin' G's) [verse 1] Roamin' in my muthafuckin' hood and thangs Seems to me my mutherfuckin' hood done changed Cause niggas used to kick it with the rival gangs But now we gots to deal with them survival thangs .45 in my lap when I'm on the creep Niggas livin' shife, so I roll one deep Cause now they see me flippin' in the 1-9-9-4 C.S.I. nigga, black 850 And now they lookin' at me crazy But off-brand niggas can suck a dick because they can't fade me And if it came down to the gun, black I never cracked up on the pressure, cause I was trained for combat So get yo' muthafuckin' boys together I represent S.A., nigga, and we makin' noise forever And gettin' paid at the same time So you respect a muthafucka when a muthafucka claim mine Cause if you disrespect, you ass out And they we rolling through yo' shit in the glasshouse Actin' bad with the flashers on Makin' niggas get they asses on Cause ain't no mutherfuckin' love for fools Who come around this muthafucka trying to scrub, you fools It ain't no haps on it, hops We snaps on the cops And straps on the glocks And take the law into our own hands Cause you ain't fucking with a rookin, nigga, you fucking with a grown man And we gon' show you what we mean by funk Muthafucka, you ain't see my trunk I got a (SK) and a (AK) And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day So recognize a real nigga from the streets When you rolling through yo' mutherfuckin' hood, what do you see? [Chorus...] [verse 2] Hollerin at my homie at the swisher house Scope a 40 bag and we hit the spot Put my shit in park and got up under the tree Pull the swishers out and gave the ganja to 3 Rapped us up a fattie and we started to smoke Eyes gettin' red cause we higher than coke A nigga chillin' cause it's all good And we ain't trippin' on the bullshit, nigga, because we all hood But other niggas don't wanna see it that way But all I got to say is: you don't wanna see that S.A. Because we're all upon a mission Killin don't make us no different And dyin don't make it no different Cause I done been to mo' wakes in this past year Than the muthafuckin Bingos lost last year So ain't no muthafuckin' thang for me To kill a nigga who ain't fuckin' with the gang with me [Chorus...] [verse 3] Formaldehyde smokin, niggas gettin' loc'ed and Ready to pull your coat and leave your stomach open Scoping, hoping for you to fuck up and slip So we can have a reason for fuckin' up your shit (It ain't no muthafuckin' peace when they see me) Cause we never had a muthafuckin' peace treaty So I know I got to get em with game And when I hit em with the game I gotta hit em with this damn thang Cause it's kill or be killed, never cut slack And if you cut slack, they bust back, fuck that I never give a second chance to pull the first gun Cause if they bust one time, that be the worst one And that's the one that can close the shop So you gotta stand and hold the glock Cause in my muthafuckin' hood, that's how it be But when you're rollin' through your muthafucking hood, what do YOU see? [Chorus...] |
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