B-Real, La Coka Nostra, Sick Jacken - Fuck Tony Montana lyrics

Fuck Tony Montana, we kill kids
If he did, he’d still be alive
Al Pacino fucked up twice
I’m a vet but Benny Blanco
Ain’t taking my life
I'm a end up on the beach
With my seed in my wife
One last hustle, last hoorah
Move this last bundle
I caught bodies out here, homie
I can’t fumble
Most of my felonies are legendary
That’s why I put most of
My enemies in cemeteries
I seen visions from beyond the grave
Burning in Hell
Screaming in pain to God, begging to be saved
This is purgatory
Another first-degree murder story
They took my kindness for a weakness
And turned it on me
That’s when I blacked out
Pulling triggers like I was cracked out
Eyes bugging out my head, tapped out
Schized the fuck out, Lōc’ed out, coked out
Shottied up
Left you soaked the fuck up and smoked out

Fuck a motherless child from a penniless home
I’m a heartless lion with an iron jawbone
I’m no Al Capone or Corleone
But I’ve been known to put a
Hit out on the microphone
Fuck your time zone, fuck your area code
I’ll detonate my payload and watch it explode
It’s a gangster boogie
It’s a soldier’s hustle
Little bank take big bank if it got muscle
Drugs, money, sex, revolution is next
This ain’t strong-armed robbery
We got a small armory
Fuck cracks and Glocks
We shooting back at the cops
Deep undercover like we running black ops
Battle cry singing
You’re on my dick swinging
Ain’t nobody fucking with this
Drama I’m bringing
Some men are king and some men are peasants
So come kiss the ring, bow down to the king

I’m from the double S till I drop
I rep the bubble vest with a Glock
My trouble stem from all the
Death on my block the meth and the rock got
Zombie armies set to pop
Jail cells are funeral plots
They’re stressed in a box
Sick Side harmony is like Jews
And Arabs in bombing sprees
My hood’s the Gaza Strip
This raw shit’s a part of me
A cult following martyrs me
Street life is haunting me constantly
Thinking cops with the friction are
Trying to slaughter me
A killer’s lottery is roulette
Not on himself
That’s when Russians test the Mexicans
And see who’s next
Hit the block and you’ll catch two TECs
Nevermind where you’re from
We’re reacting cause we preview death
Drive-by murder, hit with a live burner
You try to shake a barrel to buck
It’s not heard of you are not Everlasting
Get Slaine by ILL Bill
One Lethal dose of Pain and
Get Left on the Hill

There’s so many ways to hustle man
I got em all locked
If you think about touching mine
The hammer’s on cock
Got my mind on my money and
My money on my mind
We never stop the hustle
Get the paper and fly
That’s life in the city, shit is gritty
No it ain’t pretty
But we on the grind, homie
If you ain’t rolling with me
When you against you just an enemy
That might be a cancer
So then we’re searching to remove your ass
Ain’t taking no chances
In the darkest places ones
With the unknown faces
Cause fire places in hearts of
The rebels you hating
You better take a look and
Recognize the monster created
I think we gotta choke em
We just elevated to hatred
What you know about survival?
Ever struggle to eat?
What you know about the poverty?
Ever live on the street?
When there ain’t no opportunity trying
To make ends meet
Then you become what they fear
But they fear the elite

I’m a DMS soldier, EMS hold ya
Now you’re knocked the fuck out
You need a rest, i told ya
Homie, you don’t walk with a
Lien on my shoulder scheming on your dollar
Fiending for a boulder
Blue-eyed devil spilling semen
On your culture who am I to revel
What I’m being is a vulture
On both coasts with the toast to roast you
My soul’s so close to approaching hopeless
Flow's so dope, I do coke to focus
The angel with the dust so
The smokers smoke it
You loathe how I roll, it was so ferocious
I know this, I always had a prose composure
Let the curtains close cause
Your shows is over
They’ll be no more of you posers posing
It’s raw and uncut, with a weapon to shoot
I’m the truth for the youth when
I step in the booth what?!