Z-Ro, Scarface - These Niggaz lyrics

These niggas, must of forgot
That I will squeeze triggas
Thinking you gon play me
Nigga please, nigga
Get put in a G-R-A-V-E nigga at ease nigga
You don't wanna be my enemy nigga
When I'm sipping drank
And smoking trees nigga
Fuck around and be a memory, nigga

Boo, guess who sneaking up from the rear
You niggas hearts be pumping fear
But they don't pump none here
I never knew how to be scared
Just how to handle my infrared
I love nothing
Made my barber write a "Fuck You" in my head
This how I feel about, all of y'all
Disrespect me if you want
And all of y'all will fall
I use to be 165 in a city
Where the skinny niggas die
But now, I'm 220 with a 45
And I be set tripping
Ready to wet niggas and wet women
I stand alone me and my chrome
Southside representing
Don't need no motherfucking body, behind me
So when the law come looking for me
Can't nobody find me mo' murder
By the mile like gasoline in my gat
So you get slid
Like you got some vaseline on your back
This is an anybody killer
I ain't prejudice at all
Ever since my nigga set me up
To kick it with them laws

Bouts to put the smash on niggas
Put the gas on, and put the match on niggas
Y'all must of forgot
How quick we flash on niggas, blast on niggas
Your ass gone nigga
You done fucked with a lot
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 was sat down at our table and fed
Would turn on the streets
And roll with the FED's
I loved this nigga, now I roll around
With a mask and a strap
And a grudge for this nigga fucking with me
Just adds the fuel to the fire
And I'm about to snap that wire and go off
And empty out the whole clip in you
Denting your dinner
With bullet holes in your wind-a
I ain't fucking around
J give the word and we busting the clown
If you can narrow it down
We touching the ground

It make me wanna holla
Throw up both my hands
Cause a nigga can't understand
Why these snitch niggas and bitch niggas
Be P-A Spanish
Straight up strong enough for a man
But just too weak to take the challenge
And each way with display
They got no backbone
Looking like jellyfish to me
About to get they back blown
Out of proportion
Kicking they doors in trying to find em
But, I'm above em and behind em
Killing em slow with perfect timing
Bitch I always know where you at
Your baby mama's on your block
It really don't matter cause Ro and
'Face gon bring his hat
Please push my button, for me
So exit wounds can be all in your tummy
From my tommy mini 1-4 is what I ride with
Cause thugs and murderers I reside with
Beef with and beef with
Murder them or get high with
It really don't matter
It just depend on the situation for me
Like I don't get down and dirty
I can't believe nigga