Mr. Voodoo - Incarcerated Scarfaces lyrics
[Mr. Voodoo - Incarcerated Scarfaces lyrics]
Yeah, yo, you know ‘cause it’s
Like we’re all Scarfaces in our own way
You know? Whether we’re rapping, hustling
We all got aspirations
You know? Come up and get this
Paper and then
Ayyo, son, what up, yo? Time is running out
It’s for real, yo let’s connect, politick
Ditto cracks in project staircases
French Connection car chases
In our own way, we’re Scarfaces, yo
Shit out-of-order
Drought on every corner, niggas strap on
Kis to donkeys just to get
It ‘cross the border just to get a quarter
Everybody crazy hyper even
Grandmas stashing cracks in
Their grandbaby’s diaper
And one-time can’t keep the
Peace when every mother
Father, son, daughter, nephew
Niece keep a piece
You’re tuned in to the number one sound of
Your area
The way I put it down is scaring ya
Like Ice Cube
I use triple-K to spell AmeriKKKa
Like Kill at Will, handing you the gun
I’m daring ya stingy
With chips, generous with clips
Got shells to share with ya
Make you freeze on the exterior
Burn in the interior
When will you learn you inferior
When I’m compared to ya?
Spot you a point-blank shot
The game still ain’t fair to ya
But when it’s my turn to burn, nigga
I fear for ya
‘Cause I ain’t trying to breathe
The same air as ya
Like we’re all Scarfaces in our own way
You know? Whether we’re rapping, hustling
We all got aspirations
You know? Come up and get this
Paper and then
Ayyo, son, what up, yo? Time is running out
It’s for real, yo let’s connect, politick
Ditto cracks in project staircases
French Connection car chases
In our own way, we’re Scarfaces, yo
Shit out-of-order
Drought on every corner, niggas strap on
Kis to donkeys just to get
It ‘cross the border just to get a quarter
Everybody crazy hyper even
Grandmas stashing cracks in
Their grandbaby’s diaper
And one-time can’t keep the
Peace when every mother
Father, son, daughter, nephew
Niece keep a piece
You’re tuned in to the number one sound of
Your area
The way I put it down is scaring ya
Like Ice Cube
I use triple-K to spell AmeriKKKa
Like Kill at Will, handing you the gun
I’m daring ya stingy
With chips, generous with clips
Got shells to share with ya
Make you freeze on the exterior
Burn in the interior
When will you learn you inferior
When I’m compared to ya?
Spot you a point-blank shot
The game still ain’t fair to ya
But when it’s my turn to burn, nigga
I fear for ya
‘Cause I ain’t trying to breathe
The same air as ya