Ladies and gentlemen, ladies and gentlemen
Let's get together and give a great big round of applause to
To a new groupAh, shit, Scarface is on the mix
So, yo, suck a nigga dick
Or make a nigga rich or somethin', bitchSee, I come from the place known as the South Park Zone
Talkin' shit, ain't into clickin' take your punk ass home
'Cause I'm the type of nigga that'll chuck
Hit you in the chest with a motherfuckin' tec and watch you jumpSo die motherfuckers, die motherfuckers, die
Look deep into the eyes of a killer smokin', fry
One nigga you can't fuck wit
'Cause I'm a born killer with the mind of a lunaticSo bring in body bags when I start bangin'
'Cause I'm leavin' motherfuckers laid out with they brains hangin'
Straight gettin' down for mine
And I'll fuck up a bitch 'cause I don't mind dyin'So feel me, drill me put a bullet in my head
But yo, you can't kill me 'cause I'm already dead
Scarface goin' psycho, yeah
Play pussy, get fucked and take two to your headI'm Bushwick Bill but call me Chuckie
5th ward hard bitch, play hero and buck me
'Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherfucker by his neck and gouge his fuckin' eyes outI'm insane by a long shot, hey
Chuckwick Bill a.k.a Charles Libre
A short nigga with some long nuts
Drop you dead in your bed, now I'm ready for a long fuckNecromance that ass for a minute
And split that motherfuckin' clique when I'm finished
You punk bitches be retreatin'
Freddy and Jason runnin' home with their mouths bleedin'So welcome to the slaughterhouse trance
5th ward Texas Chuckie's concentration camp
You punk motherfuckers fled
And those who didn't make it got two to the fuckin' headBuck him down, buck him down, come again
Two to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they ass 'til the end
With my pistol, runnin' from da lench mob
Is how you survive in south centralKick the instrumental, run and get your bigger crew
'Cause it's judgment day and Ice Cube is terminigga 2
Pow, pow, buck, buck, pow, buck
Your name is Stucky Mack, now you realize that you're fuckedTwo to the brain, I leave a migraine
Have you coolin' like a vegetable but you're not edible
It's the incredible, buck your ass from head to toe
Audi 5000, don't wait for the feds to show'Cause they'll have me go up, up the river
Where the white boys'll try to make a nigga
Walk, walk the plank, got the shank, hide the tape
Around the handle, gotta let 'em know what I stand forIn the chow line, now is the time
See the trustee, walk up from behind
Real quick, shank, shank, leave his ass red
Motherfucker dead from two to the headSee where I come from the crime rate only rises
The murderers disguise in all ages shapes and sizes
Bitches picked up and dicked up, niggaz they gettin' stuck up
Give up what you got or get your ass shut the fuck upRun 'em down and gun 'em down, yeah, that's how we do it
Niggaz get killed and then filled with embalmin' fluid
Step to the niggaz that I'm checkin', pull out the tec
And I reckon you'll get murdered in a secondBang with the nine, boom with the pow
Motherfuckers are fallin' and crawlin' on the ground
Snitches get stitches, bitches that act snotty
Inside the parties even the hotties get turned to bodiesNow I heard, they got other places that's similar
But I represent, New York, you fuck around, I'm killin' ya
A whole block of cops patrollin' when I'm rollin'
And if my pockets are swollen, you know, somebody sick I've stolenYeah, you niggaz get ripped when my clip goes in the
S M I T H W E double S O N or the reliable revolver
And like I said before, it's the motherfuckin' problem solverSo bring it on nigga, get brave
It's plenty motherfuckers gettin' sent to early graves
'Cause when a nigga gets fed
Then all you motherfuckers get two to the fuckin' head
Songwriters
Shaw Richard; Hazel Edward Earl; Wheaton Anthony D; Clinton George Jr; Jordan Brad; Wilson NathanielPublished by
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