DJ Kay Slay, Scarface, Ghostface Killah - Face Off lyrics

Yeah, this Tony Starks
Scarface, yeah, we about to switch faces
(It's goin' down) yeah Kay Slay
(Right here, right here tonight dawg)
(Face Mob in New York City)
(Huh, holla atcho goddamn boy)
(Don't fuck wit me, don't get this
Shit crunk up in here, kay)
(Cuz you know I'mma goddamn
Fool wit this shit)

I'm creatin' a masterpiece for niggas
Doin' it Kay Slay, all day, ev'y day
Steady up in the 12 gauge
I'm fuckin' your house up
You and your spouse up
You open your mouth up
Guarantee you I douce ya
Have 'em writin' about ya
Daily I'm in the papers
For doubtin' a motherfucker
Stankin' the speculation, you want
It, you got it, baby
I'm at you a lifetime
The nigga washin' your window
Shorten your lifeline
You're fuckin' wit white wine
I'm fuckin' wit nitrate
I'm emotionless when I get 'em
A nigga wit ice veins
Ain't impressed wit status or jewelry
I'm on some street shit
Don't believe in sit in front of a jury
That's weak shit
You talk it, you gotta live it, I live it
That's why I speak it
Exposin' these niggas weakness'
Kay I got 'em sleepin'
Reality, fuck a record
Don't believe in disrespectin'
And niggas will be to see you
While your people got you rested'
I'm reckless

Mama used to take trips to face to face
Now it's face-to-face, Ghost & Face
Scar & Slay
We gon' walk the path that mama laid
We fail
We gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave

I remember bustin' out the house
From police duckin' the vans
Wit them taped-up broken revolvers
Stuck to my pants that was '88
Around the time of Slick Rick era
Day to day
Rolled chains wit them thick knit sweaters
Who gives a fuck what the DA say
They wanna see me pay
Motherfucker this is GFK!
I settle crimes wit metal 9s
And I ain't gonna stop
'Til your brains all over the
Street like yellow lines marshmellow dimes
Brick be the size of cobblestones
Acknowledge the throne, it's Pretty Tone
I'm legendary and compared to my
Work on the strip, y'all secondary
I'm hittin' these fiends lovely
My shit be extra heavy
Like construction workers in Timbs
And plus they two box
Two Glocks incase I gotta bump a few cops off
You know how we do in Staten
Island, this is Gaten Island, nigga
Not a non-violence sticker

I gave you a chance to eat
But you chose to bite the hand that fed
You took your shit, nigga, lay in your bed
Who'd ever thought this nigga that we sat
Down at our table and fed
Would roll on the street and on wit the feds
I used to love this nigga
Now I roll around wit a mask and a
Strap and a grudge for that nigga
Fuckin' wit me
This adds the fuel to the fire
And I'm about to snap that wire!

We want them new 20s and 100s, Ziplock money
Y'all gon' fund it
We gon' eat big like Big Pun did
And we goin' all out like Hussein's sons did
We stickin' niggas like New
York cops wit plungers
So take some advice, there's three bears
Cashmere down wit 12 gauges under the table
Slay got the shotty, ain't that your label
And them other two bears, yo
Theys the one that paid you buddy!