Jeezy, DJ Drama, EST Gee - Scarface lyrics
Young Jeezy [Jay Wayne Jenkins] Columbia, South Carolina, U.S.🇺🇸
DJ Drama [Tyree Cinque Simmons] Philadelphia, U.S. 🇺🇸
EST Gee [George Albert Stone III] Louisville, Kentucky, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Jeezy, DJ Drama, EST Gee - Scarface lyrics]
Yeah who put this thing together? Me
Yeah that's who, me
(Gangsta Grillz)
Trick or treat, grind or sleep
Goin' fed on the beat
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jain on the sleeve
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface
And that's with no sound
All I got in this world (yeah)
Is my balls and my word
And I don't break 'em for nobody (yeah)
Mr thanksgiving
Trick or treat, grind or sleep
Goin' fed on the beat
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jain on the sleeve
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface
And that's with no sound
I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk
Bruce Leroy, might Crip-walk
Grab the plunger, nigga, 'cause I shit talk
Ain't talkin' classrooms
I'm wearin' white chalk
We try and live life, we try and get right
And when you get right
Just keep your shit tight
They try and block a nigga
They try and stop a nigga
Your bitch switched up, she out of pocket
Nigga who can you trust though?
Hey, where the love, go?
Hey, bitch, I'm shellshocked
I came from crackpots
I rep the have nots, yeah, I'm the mascot
Can't break my old habit's
Still got a stash box still tryna do better
Still 'bout that whatever
I beat the feds, ho', that's right
I'm too clever
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface
And that's with no sound
Trick or treat, grind or sleep
Goin' fed on the beat
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jain on the sleeve
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface
And that's with no sound
I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk
Bruce Leroy, might Crip-walk
Grab the plunger, nigga, 'cause I shit talk
Ain't talkin' classrooms
I'm wearin' white chalk
Put the car in park, hop out, let stick off
They some civilian shooters
We whack the big boss
He steal a dirty stick, I wipe the prints off
A real trap nigga, I'm talkin' brick talk
I train my dawg right, I make my pit walk
Hit it, make it sit, talk, ordered up
Weren't ready mostly hard, I left a zip soft
In case he wanna practice
Whip it 'til it's thick as batter
Girl as strong as Trish Stratus
I'ma flip this master
Murder, business, bastards
Snatch a nigga out his body
Doctor G, Miami, niggas backwards
But on IG, they look like they turnt up
They know not to post they whips in pics
It's gon' get burned up
Can't blame you for bein' a
Bitch, your daddy soft
But you can learn from 'em
Trick or treat, grind or sleep
Goin' fed on the beat
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jain on the sleeve
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface
And that's with no sound
I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk
Bruce Leroy, might Crip-walk
Grab the plunger, nigga, 'cause I shit talk
Ain't talkin' classrooms
I'm wearin' white chalk
You niggas don't have the guts to
Be what you wanna be you need people like me
So you can point your fuckin' finger
And say "That's the bad guy" dJ
Yeah that's who, me
(Gangsta Grillz)
Trick or treat, grind or sleep
Goin' fed on the beat
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jain on the sleeve
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface
And that's with no sound
All I got in this world (yeah)
Is my balls and my word
And I don't break 'em for nobody (yeah)
Mr thanksgiving
Trick or treat, grind or sleep
Goin' fed on the beat
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jain on the sleeve
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface
And that's with no sound
I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk
Bruce Leroy, might Crip-walk
Grab the plunger, nigga, 'cause I shit talk
Ain't talkin' classrooms
I'm wearin' white chalk
We try and live life, we try and get right
And when you get right
Just keep your shit tight
They try and block a nigga
They try and stop a nigga
Your bitch switched up, she out of pocket
Nigga who can you trust though?
Hey, where the love, go?
Hey, bitch, I'm shellshocked
I came from crackpots
I rep the have nots, yeah, I'm the mascot
Can't break my old habit's
Still got a stash box still tryna do better
Still 'bout that whatever
I beat the feds, ho', that's right
I'm too clever
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface
And that's with no sound
Trick or treat, grind or sleep
Goin' fed on the beat
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jain on the sleeve
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface
And that's with no sound
I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk
Bruce Leroy, might Crip-walk
Grab the plunger, nigga, 'cause I shit talk
Ain't talkin' classrooms
I'm wearin' white chalk
Put the car in park, hop out, let stick off
They some civilian shooters
We whack the big boss
He steal a dirty stick, I wipe the prints off
A real trap nigga, I'm talkin' brick talk
I train my dawg right, I make my pit walk
Hit it, make it sit, talk, ordered up
Weren't ready mostly hard, I left a zip soft
In case he wanna practice
Whip it 'til it's thick as batter
Girl as strong as Trish Stratus
I'ma flip this master
Murder, business, bastards
Snatch a nigga out his body
Doctor G, Miami, niggas backwards
But on IG, they look like they turnt up
They know not to post they whips in pics
It's gon' get burned up
Can't blame you for bein' a
Bitch, your daddy soft
But you can learn from 'em
Trick or treat, grind or sleep
Goin' fed on the beat
Mick be on the keys, Plain Jain on the sleeve
I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town
I'm watchin' Scarface
And that's with no sound
I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk
Bruce Leroy, might Crip-walk
Grab the plunger, nigga, 'cause I shit talk
Ain't talkin' classrooms
I'm wearin' white chalk
You niggas don't have the guts to
Be what you wanna be you need people like me
So you can point your fuckin' finger
And say "That's the bad guy" dJ