[{"id":12629620,"name":"11 - Geto Boys - Scarface","trackName":"11 - Geto Boys - Scarface","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Geto Boys","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\nCause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\nAnd if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hitman\nLife of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\nYou'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\nOn the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n\n(Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in this world)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n\nI'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\nIt's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\nRound up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\nAnd when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\nBoy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\nSo let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\nLoad up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\nMake the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\nNobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\nSo raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\nLittle Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\nBattle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\nCaught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\nOpen fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\nBullets fled to the head, bodies bled\nLeft for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\nYo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\nFuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\nI shot my gun in the air as I left the place\nYou'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n(Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n(Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\nLater on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\nMy girl came home, I told her shit had been\nReal fucked up, so girl, don't push me\nShe pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\nI just sat back, my legs started shakin\nNow here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\nI grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\nThrew her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\nI opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\nLike Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\nThe bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\nCause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\nI started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\nShe wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\nUp and down, side to side, perfect timin\nI started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\nI was just about to nut, she got on top of me\nI heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\nI took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\nReached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\nStraight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\nI'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\nSo many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\nAlthough you try to take me out, you die in one beat\nOf the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\nAnd I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\nRolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\nI'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\nHe's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\nI stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\nHe says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\nThat's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\nThe boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\nCause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\nPulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\nShattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\nGot out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\nI aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\nFell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\nI put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\nHe took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\nThat's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\nI had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\nBut best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\nBut maybe one day in the future I can come back\nBut until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\nNobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\nAnd ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\nHey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\nNow that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\nIt's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\nWe expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\nAnd we get the dope out there, mayn\nWe fuck em up!\n\nAnd you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\nI'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\nI'm comin back, mayn\nGeto Boys\n1990\nAnd if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.00] I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n[00:27.98] Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n[00:30.66] Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\n[00:33.09] You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\n[00:35.74] Boy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\n[00:38.09] So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\n[00:40.62] Cause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\n[00:43.35] And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\n[00:45.66] So watch your back and prepare for the hitman\n[00:48.21] Life of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\n[00:50.75] You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n[00:53.45] On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n[00:58.03] (Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n[01:06.09] (All I have in this world)\n[01:06.94] (All I have in this world)\n[01:08.50] (Balls)\n[01:09.23] (Balls)\n[01:09.85] (Balls)\n[01:10.48] (Balls)\n[01:15.26] I'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\n[01:18.24] It's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n[01:20.83] Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n[01:23.38] And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n[01:25.75] Boy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\n[01:28.35] So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n[01:30.97] Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\n[01:33.62] Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n[01:35.91] Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n[01:38.61] So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\n[01:40.94] Little Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\n[01:43.36] Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n[01:46.22] Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n[01:48.52] Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n[01:50.93] Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n[01:53.51] Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n[01:55.88] Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n[01:58.63] Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n[02:01.23] I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n[02:03.73] You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n[02:06.48] (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n[02:14.05] (Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n[02:25.99] Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\n[02:28.94] My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n[02:31.39] Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n[02:33.97] She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n[02:36.28] I just sat back, my legs started shakin\n[02:38.68] Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\n[02:41.20] I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n[02:43.63] Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n[02:46.58] I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n[02:48.66] Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n[02:51.37] The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n[02:54.02] Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n[02:56.34] I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n[02:58.92] She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n[03:01.27] Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n[03:03.91] I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n[03:06.55] I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n[03:08.98] I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n[03:11.53] I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n[03:13.99] Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n[03:16.25] Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n[03:18.96] I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n[03:21.62] So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n[03:23.98] Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n[03:26.67] Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n[03:29.29] And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n[03:31.61] Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n[03:33.90] I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n[03:36.62] He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n[03:39.09] I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n[03:41.46] He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n[03:44.02] That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n[03:46.73] The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n[03:49.35] Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n[03:51.60] Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n[03:54.22] Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n[03:56.84] Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n[03:59.20] I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n[04:01.84] Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n[04:04.52] I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n[04:06.87] He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n[04:09.21] That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n[04:11.93] I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n[04:14.32] But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n[04:16.93] But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n[04:19.52] But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n[04:21.94] Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n[04:24.38] And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n[04:26.90] Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n[04:28.68] Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n[04:31.28] It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n[04:34.45] We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n[04:37.14] And we get the dope out there, mayn\n[04:39.19] We fuck em up!\n[04:41.25] And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n[04:44.71] I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n[04:46.29] I'm comin back, mayn\n[04:47.75] Geto Boys\n[04:49.12] 1990\n[04:50.62] And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n[04:53.04] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 11 - Geto Boys - Scarface\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: The Geto Boys\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  start_ms: 25000\n  end_ms: 27980\n- text: Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n  start_ms: 27980\n  end_ms: 30660\n- text: Sportin 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290620\n- text: And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n  start_ms: 290620\n  end_ms: 293040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 293040\nplain: |-\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n  Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\n  You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\n  Boy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\n  So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\n  Cause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\n  And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\n  So watch your back and prepare for the hitman\n  Life of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\n  You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n  On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n\n  (Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n\n  I'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\n  It's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n  Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n  And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n  Boy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\n  So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n  Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\n  Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n  Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n  So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\n  Little Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\n  Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n  Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n  Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n  Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n  Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n  Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n  Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n  I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n  You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n  (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n  (Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\n  Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\n  My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n  Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n  She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n  I just sat back, my legs started shakin\n  Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\n  I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n  Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n  The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n  She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n  Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n  I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n  I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n  I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n  I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n  I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n  He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n  I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n  That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n  Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n  I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n  He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n  That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n  I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n  But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n  But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n  But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n  Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n  And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\n  Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n  We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n  And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  We fuck em up!\n\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  I'm comin back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":36080371,"name":"Geto Boys & Girls","trackName":"Geto Boys & Girls","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Best of Geto Boys & Scarface","duration":324.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nBoys and girls\n\nScarface:\nI remember in the 80's me and pops would rock\nIn a 7 0 chevy with the drops in slot\nUse to pass me pepsi cola while he drunk him a pint\nTippin' to the southside runnin' a light\nUse to have me up in 3rd ward checkin' his traps\nCollectin' his scratch protection' his snap\nUse to always tell a nigga keep your mind on paper\nBitches in your head you keep your eyes on paper\nCause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch\nYou kill a motherf**ker you kill him for that\nYou got caught up in this shit that means you f**ked it up\nOld man spittin' game so I sucked it up\nOld enough to do my own thang got me again\nFlip my second paycheck to cop me a lid\nWent and seen my homie short dawg that slided me a track\nWent to mase's pawn shop and got me a gat\nDidn't know this crack shit I got my uncle to cook\nWith my eyes on my paper I just fubbled and looked\nImpatiently waitin' for the pot to boil\nMan I can't wait to see your rock from?\nPut my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight\nTime for me to bring brad jordan to life\nSat my ass upon the corner till it started to bounce\nGlock scratchin' reach that and started her out\nIt wasn't long before I was goin' for nine\nI'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine\nAnd if you got off in my way while I was headed for that\nYou found your ass misplaces with your head in your lap\nAnd niggas is gettin' shiffer with time\nThat's why you never see me with a partner in crime\nI'm down and dirty nigga f**k the world\nAnd that's what seperated geto boys from girls you know?\n\nBushwick bill:\n5th ward is the spot where niggas get shot\nHoes sell cock and every block is hot\nNiggas start shit but they don't start it with bill\nCause them motherf**kers know they're blood gonna spill\nEver since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom\nI beat a niggas ass and if I didn't I shot him\nNever gave a f**k about his family cryin'\nBottom line, better his than mine\nYou come around me with that live shit I kill it fast\nI throw a search party for your f**kin' stankin' ass nigga\nCause it's a motherf**kin' rep thang\nYou got a set of nuts you better let them motherf**kers hang\nEven if you're facin' 20 years you never rat\nYou do your time and you come on back\nAnd if he a homie he really take care of your people while you're gone\nAnd bless you when you come back home\n\nDo your time and don't whine is the motherf**kin' anthem\nThat's the type of shit most niggas can't phantom\nThem bitches tongues come unfurled\nBut that's what seperated the ghetto boys from girls c'mon\n\nScarface:\nI bet you often wonder how niggas survive in the trail\nYou got jacked and took six and died in your house\nAnd motherf**kers sat and grieved your death\nOne of them motherf**kers counted up the keys then left\nKind of strange the game it took a change for the worse\nSplit the brain get the cain get back to your dirt\nAnd keep the jack you did up under your hat\nCause if the word got out you killed him then they killin' you back\nI never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again\nYou'd think but these niggas on some up shit like double your pay\nAnd gives a f**k about respect and joy\nSo how the f**k you figure niggas got respect for a hoe\nBut then again niggas always put their trust in a bitch\nBut in the end it's another nigga bustin' yo shit\nF**ked around and had to flee the world\nCause you couldn't seperate the geto boys and girls\n\nWillie d:\nGeto boys is the motherf**kin' shit never forget\nThem southern niggas made your mind play tricks\nNever the less I left the group in '91\nNiggas was mad, I had my gun\nThey had they guns too I wasn't snoozin'\nCause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em\nIf it was goin' down right then I didn't give a f**k\nWe was gonna tear this whole motherf**kin' city up\nAnd nigga that's real comin' from the south\nYou wack ass rappers watch your motherf**kin' mouth\nPreachin' that positive bullshit you can save\nCause your positivity ain't gettin' motherf**kers paid\nIt's g.b. and willie d reunited\nSendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter\nAnd niggas thought it wouldn't happen again\nBut we sat down and settled our differences like men\nAnd put the bullshit behind us\nCause f**kin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus\nWe did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl\nAnd seperating geto boys from girls c'mon\n\nMan on phone:\nA.j. you know I spent 23 years in the prison. you know I'm still in prison\nYou know they they uh uh reannounced us, blacks, we represent 37% of the\nPrison system throughout the country. 37%. but we don't represent but but\n12% of the country. now that's diproportionate and ain't no joke you know.\nIt's it's now by coincidence or by? it's by design. by the year... 2015.\nThey gonna have 70% of our community locked up. I'm talking about black\nGonna be locked up within they community. it's gonna be like it war\nZone... ghetto.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Geto Boys & Girls\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Best of Geto Boys & Scarface\n  duration_ms: 324000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n  Boys and girls\n\n  Scarface:\n  I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock\n  In a 7 0 chevy with the drops in slot\n  Use to pass me pepsi cola while he drunk him a pint\n  Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light\n  Use to have me up in 3rd ward checkin' his traps\n  Collectin' his scratch protection' his snap\n  Use to always tell a nigga keep your mind on paper\n  Bitches in your head you keep your eyes on paper\n  Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch\n  You kill a motherf**ker you kill him for that\n  You got caught up in this shit that means you f**ked it up\n  Old man spittin' game so I sucked it up\n  Old enough to do my own thang got me again\n  Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid\n  Went and seen my homie short dawg that slided me a track\n  Went to mase's pawn shop and got me a gat\n  Didn't know this crack shit I got my uncle to cook\n  With my eyes on my paper I just fubbled and looked\n  Impatiently waitin' for the pot to boil\n  Man I can't wait to see your rock from?\n  Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight\n  Time for me to bring brad jordan to life\n  Sat my ass upon the corner till it started to bounce\n  Glock scratchin' reach that and started her out\n  It wasn't long before I was goin' for nine\n  I'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine\n  And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that\n  You found your ass misplaces with your head in your lap\n  And niggas is gettin' shiffer with time\n  That's why you never see me with a partner in crime\n  I'm down and dirty nigga f**k the world\n  And that's what seperated geto boys from girls you know?\n\n  Bushwick bill:\n  5th ward is the spot where niggas get shot\n  Hoes sell cock and every block is hot\n  Niggas start shit but they don't start it with bill\n  Cause them motherf**kers know they're blood gonna spill\n  Ever since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom\n  I beat a niggas ass and if I didn't I shot him\n  Never gave a f**k about his family cryin'\n  Bottom line, better his than mine\n  You come around me with that live shit I kill it fast\n  I throw a search party for your f**kin' stankin' ass nigga\n  Cause it's a motherf**kin' rep thang\n  You got a set of nuts you better let them motherf**kers hang\n  Even if you're facin' 20 years you never rat\n  You do your time and you come on back\n  And if he a homie he really take care of your people while you're gone\n  And bless you when you come back home\n\n  Do your time and don't whine is the motherf**kin' anthem\n  That's the type of shit most niggas can't phantom\n  Them bitches tongues come unfurled\n  But that's what seperated the ghetto boys from girls c'mon\n\n  Scarface:\n  I bet you often wonder how niggas survive in the trail\n  You got jacked and took six and died in your house\n  And motherf**kers sat and grieved your death\n  One of them motherf**kers counted up the keys then left\n  Kind of strange the game it took a change for the worse\n  Split the brain get the cain get back to your dirt\n  And keep the jack you did up under your hat\n  Cause if the word got out you killed him then they killin' you back\n  I never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again\n  You'd think but these niggas on some up shit like double your pay\n  And gives a f**k about respect and joy\n  So how the f**k you figure niggas got respect for a hoe\n  But then again niggas always put their trust in a bitch\n  But in the end it's another nigga bustin' yo shit\n  F**ked around and had to flee the world\n  Cause you couldn't seperate the geto boys and girls\n\n  Willie d:\n  Geto boys is the motherf**kin' shit never forget\n  Them southern niggas made your mind play tricks\n  Never the less I left the group in '91\n  Niggas was mad, I had my gun\n  They had they guns too I wasn't snoozin'\n  Cause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em\n  If it was goin' down right then I didn't give a f**k\n  We was gonna tear this whole motherf**kin' city up\n  And nigga that's real comin' from the south\n  You wack ass rappers watch your motherf**kin' mouth\n  Preachin' that positive bullshit you can save\n  Cause your positivity ain't gettin' motherf**kers paid\n  It's g.b. and willie d reunited\n  Sendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter\n  And niggas thought it wouldn't happen again\n  But we sat down and settled our differences like men\n  And put the bullshit behind us\n  Cause f**kin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus\n  We did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl\n  And seperating geto boys from girls c'mon\n\n  Man on phone:\n  A.j. you know I spent 23 years in the prison. you know I'm still in prison\n  You know they they uh uh reannounced us, blacks, we represent 37% of the\n  Prison system throughout the country. 37%. but we don't represent but but\n  12% of the country. now that's diproportionate and ain't no joke you know.\n  It's it's now by coincidence or by? it's by design. by the year... 2015.\n  They gonna have 70% of our community locked up. I'm talking about black\n  Gonna be locked up within they community. it's gonna be like it war\n  Zone... ghetto.\n"},{"id":21823575,"name":"Geto Boys and Girls","trackName":"Geto Boys and Girls","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Best of Geto Boys & Scarface","duration":324.101224,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nBoys and girls\n\nScarface:\nI remember in the 80's me and pops would rock\nIn a 7 0 Chevy with the drops in slot\nUse to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him a pint\nTippin' to the southside runnin' a light\nUse to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps\nCollectin' his scratch protection' his snap\nUse to always tell a nigga keep your mind on paper\nBitches in your head you keep your eyes on paper\nCause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch\nYou kill a motherfucker you kill him for that\nYou got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up\nOld man spittin' game so I sucked it up\nOld enough to do my own thang got me again\nFlip my second paycheck to cop me a lid\nWent and seen my homie Short Dawg that slided me a track\nWent to Mase's Pawn Shop and got me a gat\nDidn't know this crack shit I got my uncle to cook\nWith my eyes on my paper I just fubbled and looked\nImpatiently waitin' for the pot to boil\nMan I can't wait to see your rock from (OIL)\nPut my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight\nTime for me to bring Brad Jordan to life\nSat my ass upon the corner till it started to bounce\nGlock scratchin' reach that and started her out\nIt wasn't long before I was goin' for nine\nI'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine\nAnd if you got off in my way while I was headed for that\nYou found your ass misplaces with your head in your lap\nAnd niggas is gettin' shiffer with time\nThat's why you never see me with a partner in crime\nI'm down and dirty nigga FUCK the world\nAnd that's what seperated geto boys from girls you know?\n\nBushwick Bill:\n5th Ward is the spot where niggas get shot\nHoes sell cock and every block is hot\nNiggas start shit but they don't start it with Bill\nCause them motherfuckers know they're blood gonna spill\nEver since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom\nI beat a niggas ass and if I didn't I shot him\nNever gave a fuck about his family cryin'\nBottom line, better his than mine\nYou come around me with that live shit I kill it fast\nI throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass nigga\nCause it's a motherfuckin' rep thang\nYou got a set of nuts you better let them motherfuckers hang\nEven if you're facin' 20 years you never rat\nYou do your time and you come on back\nAnd if he a homie he really take care of your people while you're gone\nAnd bless you when you come back home\nDo your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem\nThat's the type of shit most niggas can't phantom\nThem bitches tongues come unfurled\nBut that's what seperated the ghetto boys from girls c'mon\n\nScarface:\nI bet you often wonder how niggas survive in a drout\nYou got jacked and took six and died in your house\nAnd motherfuckers sat and grieved your death\nWhile other motherfuckers counted up the keys that you left\nKind of strange the game it took a change for the worse\nSplit the brain get the cain get back to your turf\nAnd keep the jack you did up under your hat\nCause if the word got out you killed him then they killin' you back\nI never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again\nBut these niggas on some up shit like double your pay\nAnd gives a fuck about respect and joy\nSo how the fuck you figure niggas got respect for a hoe\nBut then again niggas always put their trust in a bitch\nBut in the end it's another nigga bustin' yo shit\nFucked around and had to flee the world\nCause you couldn't seperate the geto boys and girls\n\nWillie D:\nGeto Boys is the motherfuckin' shit never forget\nThem southern niggas made your Mind Play Tricks\nNever the less I left the group in '91\nNiggas was mad, I had my gun\nThey had they guns too I wasn't snoozin'\nCause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em\nIf it was goin' down right then I didn't give a fuck\nWe was gonna tear this whole motherfuckin' city up\nAnd nigga that's real comin' from the south\nYou wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth\nPreachin' that positive bullshit you can save\nCause your positivity ain't gettin' motherfuckers paid\nIt's G.B. and Willie D reunited\nSendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter\nAnd niggas thought it wouldn't happen again\nBut we sat down and settled our differences like men\nAnd put the bullshit behind us\nCause fuckin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus\nWe did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl\nAnd SEPERATED geto boys from girls c'mon\n\nMan on phone:\nA.J. you know I spent 23 years in the prison. You know I'm still in prison\nYou know they they uh uh reannounced us, blacks, we represent 37% of the\nPrison system throughout the country. 37%. But we don't represent but but\n12% of the country. Now that's diproportionate and ain't no joke you know.\nIt's it's now by coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design. By the\nYear... 2015.\nThey gonna have 70% of our community locked up. I'm talking about black\nGonna be locked up within they community. It's gonna be like in\nWarsaw... ghetto.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Geto Boys and Girls\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Best of Geto Boys & Scarface\n  duration_ms: 324101\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n  Boys and girls\n\n  Scarface:\n  I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock\n  In a 7 0 Chevy with the drops in slot\n  Use to pass me Pepsi Cola while he drunk him a pint\n  Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light\n  Use to have me up in 3rd Ward checkin' his traps\n  Collectin' his scratch protection' his snap\n  Use to always tell a nigga keep your mind on paper\n  Bitches in your head you keep your eyes on paper\n  Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch\n  You kill a motherfucker you kill him for that\n  You got caught up in this shit that means you fucked it up\n  Old man spittin' game so I sucked it up\n  Old enough to do my own thang got me again\n  Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid\n  Went and seen my homie Short Dawg that slided me a track\n  Went to Mase's Pawn Shop and got me a gat\n  Didn't know this crack shit I got my uncle to cook\n  With my eyes on my paper I just fubbled and looked\n  Impatiently waitin' for the pot to boil\n  Man I can't wait to see your rock from (OIL)\n  Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight\n  Time for me to bring Brad Jordan to life\n  Sat my ass upon the corner till it started to bounce\n  Glock scratchin' reach that and started her out\n  It wasn't long before I was goin' for nine\n  I'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine\n  And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that\n  You found your ass misplaces with your head in your lap\n  And niggas is gettin' shiffer with time\n  That's why you never see me with a partner in crime\n  I'm down and dirty nigga FUCK the world\n  And that's what seperated geto boys from girls you know?\n\n  Bushwick Bill:\n  5th Ward is the spot where niggas get shot\n  Hoes sell cock and every block is hot\n  Niggas start shit but they don't start it with Bill\n  Cause them motherfuckers know they're blood gonna spill\n  Ever since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom\n  I beat a niggas ass and if I didn't I shot him\n  Never gave a fuck about his family cryin'\n  Bottom line, better his than mine\n  You come around me with that live shit I kill it fast\n  I throw a search party for your fuckin' stankin' ass nigga\n  Cause it's a motherfuckin' rep thang\n  You got a set of nuts you better let them motherfuckers hang\n  Even if you're facin' 20 years you never rat\n  You do your time and you come on back\n  And if he a homie he really take care of your people while you're gone\n  And bless you when you come back home\n  Do your time and don't whine is the motherfuckin' anthem\n  That's the type of shit most niggas can't phantom\n  Them bitches tongues come unfurled\n  But that's what seperated the ghetto boys from girls c'mon\n\n  Scarface:\n  I bet you often wonder how niggas survive in a drout\n  You got jacked and took six and died in your house\n  And motherfuckers sat and grieved your death\n  While other motherfuckers counted up the keys that you left\n  Kind of strange the game it took a change for the worse\n  Split the brain get the cain get back to your turf\n  And keep the jack you did up under your hat\n  Cause if the word got out you killed him then they killin' you back\n  I never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again\n  But these niggas on some up shit like double your pay\n  And gives a fuck about respect and joy\n  So how the fuck you figure niggas got respect for a hoe\n  But then again niggas always put their trust in a bitch\n  But in the end it's another nigga bustin' yo shit\n  Fucked around and had to flee the world\n  Cause you couldn't seperate the geto boys and girls\n\n  Willie D:\n  Geto Boys is the motherfuckin' shit never forget\n  Them southern niggas made your Mind Play Tricks\n  Never the less I left the group in '91\n  Niggas was mad, I had my gun\n  They had they guns too I wasn't snoozin'\n  Cause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em\n  If it was goin' down right then I didn't give a fuck\n  We was gonna tear this whole motherfuckin' city up\n  And nigga that's real comin' from the south\n  You wack ass rappers watch your motherfuckin' mouth\n  Preachin' that positive bullshit you can save\n  Cause your positivity ain't gettin' motherfuckers paid\n  It's G.B. and Willie D reunited\n  Sendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter\n  And niggas thought it wouldn't happen again\n  But we sat down and settled our differences like men\n  And put the bullshit behind us\n  Cause fuckin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus\n  We did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl\n  And SEPERATED geto boys from girls c'mon\n\n  Man on phone:\n  A.J. you know I spent 23 years in the prison. You know I'm still in prison\n  You know they they uh uh reannounced us, blacks, we represent 37% of the\n  Prison system throughout the country. 37%. But we don't represent but but\n  12% of the country. Now that's diproportionate and ain't no joke you know.\n  It's it's now by coincidence or by happenstance, it's by design. By the\n  Year... 2015.\n  They gonna have 70% of our community locked up. I'm talking about black\n  Gonna be locked up within they community. It's gonna be like in\n  Warsaw... ghetto.\n"},{"id":34068975,"name":"Geto Boys & Girls","trackName":"Geto Boys & Girls","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Best Of Geto Boys And Scarface","duration":324.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Intro:\nBoys and girls\n\nScarface:\nI remember in the 80's me and pops would rock\nIn a 7 0 chevy with the drops in slot\nUse to pass me pepsi cola while he drunk him a pint\nTippin' to the southside runnin' a light\nUse to have me up in 3rd ward checkin' his traps\nCollectin' his scratch protection' his snap\nUse to always tell a nigga keep your mind on paper\nBitches in your head you keep your eyes on paper\nCause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch\nYou kill a motherf**ker you kill him for that\nYou got caught up in this shit that means you f**ked it up\nOld man spittin' game so I sucked it up\nOld enough to do my own thang got me again\nFlip my second paycheck to cop me a lid\nWent and seen my homie short dawg that slided me a track\nWent to mase's pawn shop and got me a gat\nDidn't know this crack shit I got my uncle to cook\nWith my eyes on my paper I just fubbled and looked\nImpatiently waitin' for the pot to boil\nMan I can't wait to see your rock from?\nPut my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight\nTime for me to bring brad jordan to life\nSat my ass upon the corner till it started to bounce\nGlock scratchin' reach that and started her out\nIt wasn't long before I was goin' for nine\nI'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine\nAnd if you got off in my way while I was headed for that\nYou found your ass misplaces with your head in your lap\nAnd niggas is gettin' shiffer with time\nThat's why you never see me with a partner in crime\nI'm down and dirty nigga f**k the world\nAnd that's what seperated geto boys from girls you know?\n\nBushwick bill:\n5th ward is the spot where niggas get shot\nHoes sell cock and every block is hot\nNiggas start shit but they don't start it with bill\nCause them motherf**kers know they're blood gonna spill\nEver since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom\nI beat a niggas ass and if I didn't I shot him\nNever gave a f**k about his family cryin'\nBottom line, better his than mine\nYou come around me with that live shit I kill it fast\nI throw a search party for your f**kin' stankin' ass nigga\nCause it's a motherf**kin' rep thang\nYou got a set of nuts you better let them motherf**kers hang\nEven if you're facin' 20 years you never rat\nYou do your time and you come on back\nAnd if he a homie he really take care of your people while you're gone\nAnd bless you when you come back home\n\nDo your time and don't whine is the motherf**kin' anthem\nThat's the type of shit most niggas can't phantom\nThem bitches tongues come unfurled\nBut that's what seperated the ghetto boys from girls c'mon\n\nScarface:\nI bet you often wonder how niggas survive in the trail\nYou got jacked and took six and died in your house\nAnd motherf**kers sat and grieved your death\nOne of them motherf**kers counted up the keys then left\nKind of strange the game it took a change for the worse\nSplit the brain get the cain get back to your dirt\nAnd keep the jack you did up under your hat\nCause if the word got out you killed him then they killin' you back\nI never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again\nYou'd think but these niggas on some up shit like double your pay\nAnd gives a f**k about respect and joy\nSo how the f**k you figure niggas got respect for a hoe\nBut then again niggas always put their trust in a bitch\nBut in the end it's another nigga bustin' yo shit\nF**ked around and had to flee the world\nCause you couldn't seperate the geto boys and girls\n\nWillie d:\nGeto boys is the motherf**kin' shit never forget\nThem southern niggas made your mind play tricks\nNever the less I left the group in '91\nNiggas was mad, I had my gun\nThey had they guns too I wasn't snoozin'\nCause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em\nIf it was goin' down right then I didn't give a f**k\nWe was gonna tear this whole motherf**kin' city up\nAnd nigga that's real comin' from the south\nYou wack ass rappers watch your motherf**kin' mouth\nPreachin' that positive bullshit you can save\nCause your positivity ain't gettin' motherf**kers paid\nIt's g.b. and willie d reunited\nSendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter\nAnd niggas thought it wouldn't happen again\nBut we sat down and settled our differences like men\nAnd put the bullshit behind us\nCause f**kin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus\nWe did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl\nAnd seperating geto boys from girls c'mon\n\nMan on phone:\nA.j. you know I spent 23 years in the prison. you know I'm still in prison\nYou know they they uh uh reannounced us, blacks, we represent 37% of the\nPrison system throughout the country. 37%. but we don't represent but but\n12% of the country. now that's diproportionate and ain't no joke you know.\nIt's it's now by coincidence or by? it's by design. by the year... 2015.\nThey gonna have 70% of our community locked up. I'm talking about black\nGonna be locked up within they community. it's gonna be like it war\nZone... ghetto.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Geto Boys & Girls\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: Best Of Geto Boys And Scarface\n  duration_ms: 324000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Intro:\n  Boys and girls\n\n  Scarface:\n  I remember in the 80's me and pops would rock\n  In a 7 0 chevy with the drops in slot\n  Use to pass me pepsi cola while he drunk him a pint\n  Tippin' to the southside runnin' a light\n  Use to have me up in 3rd ward checkin' his traps\n  Collectin' his scratch protection' his snap\n  Use to always tell a nigga keep your mind on paper\n  Bitches in your head you keep your eyes on paper\n  Cause a niggas definition is a killa for scratch\n  You kill a motherf**ker you kill him for that\n  You got caught up in this shit that means you f**ked it up\n  Old man spittin' game so I sucked it up\n  Old enough to do my own thang got me again\n  Flip my second paycheck to cop me a lid\n  Went and seen my homie short dawg that slided me a track\n  Went to mase's pawn shop and got me a gat\n  Didn't know this crack shit I got my uncle to cook\n  With my eyes on my paper I just fubbled and looked\n  Impatiently waitin' for the pot to boil\n  Man I can't wait to see your rock from?\n  Put my work upon the table and it's startin' tonight\n  Time for me to bring brad jordan to life\n  Sat my ass upon the corner till it started to bounce\n  Glock scratchin' reach that and started her out\n  It wasn't long before I was goin' for nine\n  I'm seventeen around millionaires goin' for mine\n  And if you got off in my way while I was headed for that\n  You found your ass misplaces with your head in your lap\n  And niggas is gettin' shiffer with time\n  That's why you never see me with a partner in crime\n  I'm down and dirty nigga f**k the world\n  And that's what seperated geto boys from girls you know?\n\n  Bushwick bill:\n  5th ward is the spot where niggas get shot\n  Hoes sell cock and every block is hot\n  Niggas start shit but they don't start it with bill\n  Cause them motherf**kers know they're blood gonna spill\n  Ever since I was a kid growin' up in the bottom\n  I beat a niggas ass and if I didn't I shot him\n  Never gave a f**k about his family cryin'\n  Bottom line, better his than mine\n  You come around me with that live shit I kill it fast\n  I throw a search party for your f**kin' stankin' ass nigga\n  Cause it's a motherf**kin' rep thang\n  You got a set of nuts you better let them motherf**kers hang\n  Even if you're facin' 20 years you never rat\n  You do your time and you come on back\n  And if he a homie he really take care of your people while you're gone\n  And bless you when you come back home\n\n  Do your time and don't whine is the motherf**kin' anthem\n  That's the type of shit most niggas can't phantom\n  Them bitches tongues come unfurled\n  But that's what seperated the ghetto boys from girls c'mon\n\n  Scarface:\n  I bet you often wonder how niggas survive in the trail\n  You got jacked and took six and died in your house\n  And motherf**kers sat and grieved your death\n  One of them motherf**kers counted up the keys then left\n  Kind of strange the game it took a change for the worse\n  Split the brain get the cain get back to your dirt\n  And keep the jack you did up under your hat\n  Cause if the word got out you killed him then they killin' you back\n  I never thought that '86 would bring me trouble again\n  You'd think but these niggas on some up shit like double your pay\n  And gives a f**k about respect and joy\n  So how the f**k you figure niggas got respect for a hoe\n  But then again niggas always put their trust in a bitch\n  But in the end it's another nigga bustin' yo shit\n  F**ked around and had to flee the world\n  Cause you couldn't seperate the geto boys and girls\n\n  Willie d:\n  Geto boys is the motherf**kin' shit never forget\n  Them southern niggas made your mind play tricks\n  Never the less I left the group in '91\n  Niggas was mad, I had my gun\n  They had they guns too I wasn't snoozin'\n  Cause I knew that if it came down to it they would use 'em\n  If it was goin' down right then I didn't give a f**k\n  We was gonna tear this whole motherf**kin' city up\n  And nigga that's real comin' from the south\n  You wack ass rappers watch your motherf**kin' mouth\n  Preachin' that positive bullshit you can save\n  Cause your positivity ain't gettin' motherf**kers paid\n  It's g.b. and willie d reunited\n  Sendin' niggas back to the studio to get they shit tighter\n  And niggas thought it wouldn't happen again\n  But we sat down and settled our differences like men\n  And put the bullshit behind us\n  Cause f**kin' off money ain't a plus it's a minus\n  We did what other niggas to big to do when they twirl\n  And seperating geto boys from girls c'mon\n\n  Man on phone:\n  A.j. you know I spent 23 years in the prison. you know I'm still in prison\n  You know they they uh uh reannounced us, blacks, we represent 37% of the\n  Prison system throughout the country. 37%. but we don't represent but but\n  12% of the country. now that's diproportionate and ain't no joke you know.\n  It's it's now by coincidence or by? it's by design. by the year... 2015.\n  They gonna have 70% of our community locked up. I'm talking about black\n  Gonna be locked up within they community. it's gonna be like it war\n  Zone... ghetto.\n"},{"id":24708219,"name":"Scarface","trackName":"Scarface","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Geto Boys","duration":306.632812,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\nCause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\nAnd if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hitman\nLife of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\nYou'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\nOn the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n\n(Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in this world)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n\nI'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\nIt's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\nRound up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\nAnd when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\nBoy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\nSo let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\nLoad up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\nMake the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\nNobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\nSo raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\nLittle Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\nBattle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\nCaught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\nOpen fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\nBullets fled to the head, bodies bled\nLeft for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\nYo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\nFuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\nI shot my gun in the air as I left the place\nYou'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n(Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n(Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\nLater on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\nMy girl came home, I told her shit had been\nReal fucked up, so girl, don't push me\nShe pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\nI just sat back, my legs started shakin\nNow here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\nI grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\nThrew her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\nI opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\nLike Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\nThe bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\nCause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\nI started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\nShe wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\nUp and down, side to side, perfect timin\nI started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\nI was just about to nut, she got on top of me\nI heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\nI took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\nReached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\nStraight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\nI'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\nSo many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\nAlthough you try to take me out, you die in one beat\nOf the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\nAnd I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\nRolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\nI'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\nHe's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\nI stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\nHe says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\nThat's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\nThe boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\nCause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\nPulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\nShattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\nGot out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\nI aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\nFell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\nI put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\nHe took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\nThat's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\nI had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\nBut best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\nBut maybe one day in the future I can come back\nBut until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\nNobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\nAnd ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\nHey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\nNow that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\nIt's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\nWe expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\nAnd we get the dope out there, mayn\nWe fuck em up!\n\nAnd you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\nI'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\nI'm comin back, mayn\nGeto Boys\n1990\nAnd if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn","syncedLyrics":"[00:25.14] I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n[00:28.19] Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n[00:30.84] Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\n[00:33.28] You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\n[00:35.84] Boy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\n[00:38.15] So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\n[00:40.90] Cause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\n[00:43.30] And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\n[00:45.56] So watch your back and prepare for the hitman\n[00:48.24] Life of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\n[00:50.92] You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n[00:53.33] On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n[00:58.07] (Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n[01:05.76] (All 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stabbin\n[02:49.01] Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n[02:51.70] The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n[02:54.02] Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n[02:56.13] I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n[02:59.13] She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n[03:01.50] Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n[03:03.89] I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n[03:06.47] I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n[03:08.85] I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n[03:11.51] I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n[03:13.93] Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n[03:16.55] Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n[03:18.96] I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n[03:21.60] So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n[03:23.98] Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n[03:26.60] Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n[03:29.09] And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n[03:31.67] Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n[03:34.25] I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n[03:36.70] He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n[03:39.30] I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n[03:41.53] He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n[03:44.20] That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n[03:46.56] The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n[03:49.50] Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n[03:51.78] Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n[03:54.49] Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n[03:56.74] Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n[03:59.40] I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n[04:01.81] Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n[04:04.60] I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n[04:06.82] He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n[04:09.23] That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n[04:11.80] I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n[04:14.13] But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n[04:16.86] But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n[04:19.21] But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n[04:22.12] Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n[04:24.52] And ask my 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mayn\n  We fuck em up!\n\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  I'm comin back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":10730941,"name":"Scarface","trackName":"Scarface","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Geto Boys","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\nCause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\nAnd if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hitman\nLife of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\nYou'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\nOn 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end_ms: 161340\n- text: I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  start_ms: 161340\n  end_ms: 164020\n- text: Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  start_ms: 164020\n  end_ms: 166750\n- text: I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n  start_ms: 166750\n  end_ms: 169010\n- text: Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n  start_ms: 169010\n  end_ms: 171700\n- text: The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  start_ms: 171700\n  end_ms: 174020\n- text: Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  start_ms: 174020\n  end_ms: 176130\n- text: I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n  start_ms: 176130\n  end_ms: 179130\n- text: She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n  start_ms: 179130\n  end_ms: 181500\n- text: Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n  start_ms: 181500\n  end_ms: 183890\n- text: I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n  start_ms: 183890\n  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Somebody shot at me\n  start_ms: 188850\n  end_ms: 191510\n- text: I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  start_ms: 191510\n  end_ms: 193930\n- text: Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  start_ms: 193930\n  end_ms: 196550\n- text: Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  start_ms: 196550\n  end_ms: 198960\n- text: I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  start_ms: 198960\n  end_ms: 201600\n- text: So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  start_ms: 201600\n  end_ms: 203980\n- text: Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  start_ms: 203980\n  end_ms: 206600\n- text: Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  start_ms: 206600\n  end_ms: 209090\n- text: And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  start_ms: 209090\n  end_ms: 211670\n- text: Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n  start_ms: 211670\n  end_ms: 214250\n- text: I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n  start_ms: 214250\n  end_ms: 216700\n- text: He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n  start_ms: 216700\n  end_ms: 219300\n- text: I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  start_ms: 219300\n  end_ms: 221530\n- text: He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n  start_ms: 221530\n  end_ms: 224200\n- text: That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  start_ms: 224200\n  end_ms: 226560\n- text: The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  start_ms: 226560\n  end_ms: 229500\n- text: Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  start_ms: 229500\n  end_ms: 231780\n- text: Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  start_ms: 231780\n  end_ms: 234490\n- text: Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  start_ms: 234490\n  end_ms: 236740\n- text: Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  start_ms: 236740\n 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262120\n  end_ms: 264520\n- text: And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n  start_ms: 264520\n  end_ms: 266560\n- text: Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  start_ms: 266560\n  end_ms: 268330\n- text: Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  start_ms: 268330\n  end_ms: 270660\n- text: It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n  start_ms: 270660\n  end_ms: 273910\n- text: We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n  start_ms: 273910\n  end_ms: 276590\n- text: And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  start_ms: 276590\n  end_ms: 278650\n- text: We fuck em up!\n  start_ms: 278650\n  end_ms: 281390\n- text: And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  start_ms: 281390\n  end_ms: 284590\n- text: I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  start_ms: 284590\n  end_ms: 286260\n- text: I'm comin back, mayn\n  start_ms: 286260\n  end_ms: 287450\n- text: Geto Boys\n  start_ms: 287450\n  end_ms: 289150\n- text: '1990'\n  start_ms: 289150\n  end_ms: 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falls, over the streets\n  It's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n  Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n  And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n  Boy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\n  So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n  Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\n  Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n  Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n  So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\n  Little Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\n  Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n  Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n  Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n  Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n  Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n  Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n  Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n  I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n  You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n  (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n  (Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\n  Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\n  My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n  Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n  She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n  I just sat back, my legs started shakin\n  Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\n  I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n  Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n  The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n  She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n  Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n  I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n  I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n  I 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Somebody shot at me\n  I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n  I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n  He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n  I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n  That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n  Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n  I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n  He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n  That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n  I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n  But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n  But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n  But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n  Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n  And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\n  Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n  We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n  And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  We fuck em up!\n\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  I'm comin back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":10237314,"name":"Scarface","trackName":"Scarface","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Geto Boys","duration":294.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in)\n(All I have in this world)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\nI started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit 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night falls, over the streets\n[01:18.22] It's getting dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n[01:20.90] Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n[01:23.49] And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n[01:25.96] Boy done fucking with me, Will, man, I done told him\n[01:28.46] So let's just step out on the block and Peter-roll him\n[01:30.94] Load up the Uzis, turn the village to a war zone\n[01:33.51] Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n[01:35.97] Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n[01:38.41] So raise up off of me, I show 'em I don't joke, mayne\n[01:41.12] Little Bill, grab your piece, pick 'em out\n[01:43.44] \"There they are, in the street, let's put some head out\"\n[01:46.14] Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n[01:48.61] Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n[01:51.25] Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n[01:53.48] Left for dead, I pumped those bitches full of lead\n[01:56.03] Yo, they don't understand me, they'll yell, \"Brad, why?\"\n[01:58.76] Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n[02:01.25] I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n[02:03.89] You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me \"Scarface\"\n[02:06.62] (Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't)\n[02:08.56] (Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool)\n[02:11.17] (Don't, don't, don't, don't, don't)\n[02:13.75] (Don't make me act a motherfuckin' fool)\n[02:25.66] Later on, all alone, sat around the house kicking it\n[02:28.70] My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n[02:31.17] Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n[02:33.73] She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"Here, you need some pussy\"\n[02:36.11] I just sat back, my legs started shakin'\n[02:38.87] Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin'\n[02:41.16] I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n[02:43.92] Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n[02:46.30] I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin'\n[02:48.85] Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin'\n[02:51.41] The bitch was sweating, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n[02:53.77] 'Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n[02:56.31] I started banging, I was banging, dick was numbin'\n[02:58.86] She wasn't hanging, she was singing, \"Brad, I'm comin'!\"\n[03:01.48] Up and down, side to side, perfect timin'\n[03:03.99] I started sticking with the quickness, we were grindin'\n[03:06.47] I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n[03:09.00] I heard a-, now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n[03:11.53] I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n[03:13.91] Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n[03:16.41] Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n[03:18.98] I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n[03:21.40] So many hunters dying, faces to the concrete\n[03:24.15] Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n[03:26.55] Of the heart, boy, how dare you try to sucker me?\n[03:29.05] And I'ma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n[03:31.65] Rolled out the backdoor, lookin' for his bossman\n[03:34.18] I'll watch him bleedin', pour his blood in a saucepan\n[03:36.52] He's in his Cadillac, staring at my front door\n[03:38.92] I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n[03:41.53] He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was joking, griff\"\n[03:44.08] That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n[03:46.63] The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n[03:49.30] 'Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n[03:51.42] Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n[03:54.13] Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n[03:56.78] Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n[03:59.27] I aim my pistol for his stomach, but I popped his knee\n[04:01.75] Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n[04:04.29] I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n[04:06.63] He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n[04:09.17] That's 20 soldiers and a copper, 21 shot to death\n[04:11.76] I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n[04:14.25] But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n[04:16.73] But maybe one day in the future, I can come back\n[04:19.25] But until then, I'm going home, where I'm from, black\n[04:21.84] Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n[04:24.40] And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n[04:26.66] Hey coño, man, listen to me, man\n[04:28.47] Now that we got Texas fiendin', man\n[04:30.71] It's time to make the whole fuckin' world start geekin'\n[04:33.78] We expand across the whole motherfuckin' world, man\n[04:36.65] And we get the dope out there, man\n[04:38.91] We fuck 'em up!\n[04:42.13] And you motherfuckers thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, man\n[04:44.81] I'm gonna tell you somethin', man\n[04:46.07] I'm comin' back, man\n[04:47.69] Geto Boys\n[04:48.99] 1990\n[04:50.39] And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, man\n[04:54.22] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scarface\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: The Geto Boys\n  duration_ms: 294000\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: (All I have in this world)\n  start_ms: 530\n  end_ms: 1540\n- text: (All I have in this world)\n  start_ms: 1540\n  end_ms: 2840\n- text: (All I have in)\n  start_ms: 2840\n  end_ms: 3310\n- 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this face\n  start_ms: 261840\n  end_ms: 264400\n- text: And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n  start_ms: 264400\n  end_ms: 266660\n- text: Hey coño, man, listen to me, man\n  start_ms: 266660\n  end_ms: 268470\n- text: Now that we got Texas fiendin', man\n  start_ms: 268470\n  end_ms: 270710\n- text: It's time to make the whole fuckin' world start geekin'\n  start_ms: 270710\n  end_ms: 273780\n- text: We expand across the whole motherfuckin' world, man\n  start_ms: 273780\n  end_ms: 276650\n- text: And we get the dope out there, man\n  start_ms: 276650\n  end_ms: 278910\n- text: We fuck 'em up!\n  start_ms: 278910\n  end_ms: 282130\n- text: And you motherfuckers thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, man\n  start_ms: 282130\n  end_ms: 284810\n- text: I'm gonna tell you somethin', man\n  start_ms: 284810\n  end_ms: 286070\n- text: I'm comin' back, man\n  start_ms: 286070\n  end_ms: 287690\n- text: Geto Boys\n  start_ms: 287690\n  end_ms: 288990\n- text: '1990'\n  start_ms: 288990\n  end_ms: 290390\n- text: And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, man\n  start_ms: 290390\n  end_ms: 294220\nplain: |-\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n  Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin' hard\n  You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\n  Boy, don't test me, 'cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\n  So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin'\n  'Cause it ain't nothin' but the money flow in this camp\n  And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\n  So watch your back and prepare for the hitman\n  Life of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\n  You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n  On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n  (Crazy mothafucka' from the street)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  I'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\n  It's gettin' dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n  Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n  And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n  Boy done fuckin' with me, real man, and I done told him\n  So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n  Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a war zone\n  Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n  Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n  So raise up off of me, I show 'em I don't joke, mayn\n  Little Bill, grab your piece, pick 'em out\n  Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n  Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n  Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n  Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n  Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n  Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n  Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n  I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n  You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n  (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n  (Don't make me act a mothafuckin' fool)\n  Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin' it\n  My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n  Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n  She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n  I just sat back, my legs started shakin'\n  Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin'\n  I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin'\n  Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin'\n  The bitch was sweatin', but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  'Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  I started bangin', I was bangin', dick was numbin'\n  She wasn't hangin', she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin'!\"\n  Up and down, side to side, perfect timin'\n  I started stickin' with the quickness, we were grindin'\n  I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n  I heard a (*shot*) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n  I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  And I'ma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  Rolled out the backdoor, lookin' for his bossman\n  I'll watch him bleedin', pour his blood in a saucepan\n  He's in his Cadillac, starin' at my front door\n  I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin', griff\"\n  That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  'Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up 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there, mayn\n  We fuck 'em up!\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin', mayn\n  I'm comin' back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":31095964,"name":"Scarface","trackName":"Scarface","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Geto Boys Greatest Hits","duration":305.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\nCause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\nAnd if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hitman\nLife of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\nYou'll be bumped off, 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mayn\n  We fuck em up!\n\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  I'm comin back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":15198562,"name":"Scarface","trackName":"Scarface","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"Geto Boys Greatest Hits","duration":307.687619,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\nCause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\nAnd if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hitman\nLife of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\nYou'll be bumped off, bucked 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159570\n  end_ms: 162360\n- text: I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  start_ms: 162360\n  end_ms: 165100\n- text: Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  start_ms: 165100\n  end_ms: 167630\n- text: I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n  start_ms: 167630\n  end_ms: 169990\n- text: Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n  start_ms: 169990\n  end_ms: 172680\n- text: The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  start_ms: 172680\n  end_ms: 174960\n- text: Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  start_ms: 174960\n  end_ms: 177640\n- text: I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n  start_ms: 177640\n  end_ms: 180230\n- text: She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n  start_ms: 180230\n  end_ms: 182740\n- text: Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n  start_ms: 182740\n  end_ms: 185470\n- text: I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n  start_ms: 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Somebody shot at me\n  start_ms: 190290\n  end_ms: 192580\n- text: I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  start_ms: 192580\n  end_ms: 195440\n- text: Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  start_ms: 195440\n  end_ms: 197670\n- text: Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  start_ms: 197670\n  end_ms: 200810\n- text: I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  start_ms: 200810\n  end_ms: 203080\n- text: So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  start_ms: 203080\n  end_ms: 205780\n- text: Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  start_ms: 205780\n  end_ms: 208010\n- text: Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  start_ms: 208010\n  end_ms: 210870\n- text: And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  start_ms: 210870\n  end_ms: 213010\n- text: Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n  start_ms: 213010\n  end_ms: 215550\n- text: I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n  start_ms: 215550\n  end_ms: 218540\n- text: He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n  start_ms: 218540\n  end_ms: 220860\n- text: I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  start_ms: 220860\n  end_ms: 223280\n- text: He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n  start_ms: 223280\n  end_ms: 225970\n- text: That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  start_ms: 225970\n  end_ms: 228740\n- text: The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  start_ms: 228740\n  end_ms: 231280\n- text: Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  start_ms: 231280\n  end_ms: 233080\n- text: Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  start_ms: 233080\n  end_ms: 236190\n- text: Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  start_ms: 236190\n  end_ms: 238330\n- text: Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  start_ms: 238330\n  end_ms: 240840\n- text: I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n  start_ms: 240840\n  end_ms: 243680\n- text: Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n  start_ms: 243680\n  end_ms: 246370\n- text: I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n  start_ms: 246370\n  end_ms: 248230\n- text: He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n  start_ms: 248230\n  end_ms: 251270\n- text: That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n  start_ms: 251270\n  end_ms: 253830\n- text: I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n  start_ms: 253830\n  end_ms: 256470\n- text: But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n  start_ms: 256470\n  end_ms: 258610\n- text: But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n  start_ms: 258610\n  end_ms: 261270\n- text: But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n  start_ms: 261270\n  end_ms: 264240\n- text: Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n  start_ms: 264240\n  end_ms: 266670\n- text: And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n  start_ms: 266670\n  end_ms: 277670\n- text: Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  start_ms: 277670\n  end_ms: 280810\n- text: Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  start_ms: 280810\n  end_ms: 282890\n- text: It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n  start_ms: 282890\n  end_ms: 283830\n- text: We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n  start_ms: 283830\n  end_ms: 284920\n- text: And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  start_ms: 284920\n  end_ms: 286380\n- text: We fuck em up!\n  start_ms: 286380\n  end_ms: 287620\n- text: And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  start_ms: 287620\n  end_ms: 289140\n- text: I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  start_ms: 289140\n  end_ms: 290150\n- text: I'm comin back, mayn\n  start_ms: 290150\n  end_ms: 291340\n- text: Geto Boys\n  start_ms: 291340\n  end_ms: 292800\n- text: '1990'\n  start_ms: 292800\n  end_ms: 293800\n- text: And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n  start_ms: 293800\n  end_ms: 294900\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 294900\nplain: |-\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n  Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\n  You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\n  Boy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\n  So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\n  Cause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\n  And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\n  So watch your back and prepare for the hitman\n  Life of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\n  You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n  On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n\n  (Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n\n  I'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\n  It's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n  Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n  And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n  Boy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\n  So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n  Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\n  Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n  Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n  So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\n  Little Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\n  Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n  Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n  Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n  Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n  Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n  Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n  Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n  I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n  You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n  (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n  (Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\n  Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\n  My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n  Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n  She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n  I just sat back, my legs started shakin\n  Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\n  I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n  Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n  The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n  She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n  Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n  I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n  I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n  I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n  I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n  I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n  He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n  I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n  That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n  Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n  I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n  He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n  That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n  I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n  But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n  But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n  But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n  Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n  And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\n  Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n  We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n  And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  We fuck em up!\n\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  I'm comin back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":22299418,"name":"Scarface","trackName":"Scarface","artistName":"Geto Boys","albumName":"The Geto Boys-Retail","duration":294.29551,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\nCause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\nAnd if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hitman\nLife of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\nYou'll be bumped off, bucked off, 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stabbin\n[02:49.01] Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n[02:51.70] The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n[02:54.02] Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n[02:56.13] I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n[02:59.13] She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n[03:01.50] Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n[03:03.89] I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n[03:06.47] I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n[03:08.85] I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n[03:11.51] I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n[03:13.93] Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n[03:16.55] Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n[03:18.96] I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n[03:21.60] So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n[03:23.98] Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n[03:26.60] Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n[03:29.09] And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n[03:31.67] Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n[03:34.25] I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n[03:36.70] He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n[03:39.30] I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n[03:41.53] He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n[03:44.20] That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n[03:46.56] The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n[03:49.50] Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n[03:51.78] Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n[03:54.49] Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n[03:56.74] Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n[03:59.40] I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n[04:01.81] Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n[04:04.60] I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n[04:06.82] He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n[04:09.23] That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n[04:11.80] I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n[04:14.13] But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n[04:16.86] But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n[04:19.21] But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n[04:22.12] Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n[04:24.52] And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n[04:26.56] Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n[04:28.33] Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n[04:30.66] It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n[04:33.91] We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n[04:36.59] And we get the dope out there, mayn\n[04:38.65] We fuck em up!\n[04:41.39] And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n[04:44.59] I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n[04:46.26] I'm comin back, mayn\n[04:47.45] Geto Boys\n[04:49.15] 1990\n[04:50.94] And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n[04:54.55] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Scarface\n  artist: Geto Boys\n  album: The Geto Boys-Retail\n  duration_ms: 294296\n  instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  start_ms: 25140\n  end_ms: 28190\n- text: Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n  start_ms: 28190\n  end_ms: 30840\n- text: Sportin jewelry 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falls, over the streets\n  It's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n  Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n  And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n  Boy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\n  So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n  Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\n  Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n  Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n  So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\n  Little Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\n  Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n  Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n  Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n  Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n  Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n  Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n  Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n  I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n  You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n  (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n  (Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\n  Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\n  My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n  Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n  She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n  I just sat back, my legs started shakin\n  Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\n  I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n  Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n  The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n  She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n  Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n  I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n  I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n  I 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Somebody shot at me\n  I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n  I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n  He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n  I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n  That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n  Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n  I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n  He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n  That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n  I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n  But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n  But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n  But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n  Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n  And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\n  Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n  We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n  And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  We fuck em up!\n\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  I'm comin back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":25107329,"name":"Scarface","trackName":"Scarface","artistName":"The Geto Boys","albumName":"The Geto Boys","duration":294.302125,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I started small time, dope game, cocaine\nPushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\nSportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\nYou try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\nBoy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\nSo muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\nCause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\nAnd if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\nSo watch your back and prepare for the hitman\nLife of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\nYou'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\nOn the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n\n(Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n\n(All I have in this world)\n(All I have in this world)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n(Balls)\n\nI'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\nIt's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\nRound up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\nAnd when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\nBoy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\nSo let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\nLoad up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\nMake the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\nNobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\nSo raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\nLittle Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\nBattle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\nCaught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\nOpen fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\nBullets fled to the head, bodies bled\nLeft for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\nYo, they don't 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Somebody shot at me\nI took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\nReached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\nStraight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\nI'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\nSo many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\nAlthough you try to take me out, you die in one beat\nOf the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\nAnd I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\nRolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\nI'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\nHe's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\nI stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\nHe says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\nThat's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\nThe boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\nCause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\nPulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\nShattered his dome, 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stabbin\n[02:48.66] Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n[02:51.37] The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n[02:54.02] Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n[02:56.34] I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n[02:58.92] She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n[03:01.27] Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n[03:03.91] I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n[03:06.55] I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n[03:08.98] I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? 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(Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n  (Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\n  Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\n  My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n  Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n  She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n  I just sat back, my legs started shakin\n  Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\n  I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n  Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n  The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n  She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n  Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n  I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n  I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n  I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n  I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n  I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n  He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n  I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n  That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n  Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n  I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n  He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n  That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n  I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n  But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n  But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n  But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n  Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n  And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\n  Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n  We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n  And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  We fuck em up!\n\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  I'm comin back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"},{"id":31883898,"name":"Let a Hoe Be a Hoe","trackName":"Let a Hoe Be a Hoe","artistName":"Geto Boys, Scarface","albumName":"Best of Geto Boys & Scarface","duration":188.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Yo D man, what's up with that cash register shit?\nOh that's what the average ho see\nEvery time she look at a modern day man\nAin't that the motherfuckin' truth?\nYeah, and these old fickle-minded ass niggas\nWonder why a ho be with them one day\nAnd another groupie motherfucker the next\nI think it's time you kick some more of that shit D\nYeah!\n\nIt seems to be a lot of motherfuckers blind to the fact\nThat a ho is gonna be just that\nAnd this type of ignorance is the very\nReason why so many niggas in the goddamn cemetery\nIntelligence is on call\nYou don't treat a ho like a queen who behaves like a dog\nAre you the type who won't put a ho in front of a trigger?\nThen you's a ho-ass nigga\nGoddamn hound, pound for pound\nYou knew the ho when she was fuckin' the whole town\nShe fucked you and gave your buddies a blow\nBut your trick ass fell in love with the ho\nTried to change her, make her be an angel\nYou keep puttin' your damn life in danger\nFrontin' niggas about that slutty-ass triflin' crow\nYou gotta let a ho be a ho!\n\nYou gotta let a ho be a ho!\nYou gotta let a ho be a ho!\nYou gotta let a ho be a ho!\nYou gotta let a ho be a ho!\n\nShe's a ho! D, how the fuck you know?\nEvery time I see the ho she's with a new negro\nShe's the kind of ho that's bound\nTo wear shorts up her ass when your friends come around\nThe kind of ho that'll make you cry\nThe kind of ho you have to call before you come by\nSo why you wanna kill when she says \"No more\"?\nYou ain't the first to be dumped by a goddamn whore\nCrazy motherfuckers fightin' over hoes\nStealin' for they asses and jumpin' outta windows\nIf a ho want out, I let her stanky ass go\n'Cause I'ma let a ho be a ho!\n\nNow do y'all follow me so motherfuckin' far?\nYeah, hell yeah\nI remember I let this ho named Gina use my car, man\nBitch went to go see another nigga\nI damn near killed that ho!\nHahaha, I fucked that ho, man!\nMotherfuckin' lyin'!\nThat's bullshit!\nMake that motherfucker lie!\nHe went up in that bitch, man!\nOn the for reala, my nigga!\n\nActually man, I'm tellin' you, man\nI fucked that ho before you even knew her\nMade her pussy go \"Ooh!\" when I stuck my dick to her\nI knew she was a ho the first time I met her\nSo I got another ho and took her to the other level\nOf the game, got 'em high as a kite\nAnd fucked both of those hoes that goddamn night\nThen I sat back and relaxed\nAs they 69'd and ate each other's cat\nI dropped 'em off at home\nGoddamn! Look at this shit, my wallet's gone!\nThe hoes beat me but I left it alone\nAnd used that shit as a steppin' stone\nI paid it off the next time I saw the ho\nI just laughed and fucked her ass some mo'\nShe licked my ass and sucked my balls\nAnd if I see her right now I can get them drawers\n\nYou gotta let a ho be a ho!\nYou gotta let a ho be a ho!\n\nYeah buddy, Willie D ain't gon' let these hoes get him down\nI ain't cryin' and dyin' over none of you hoes\nI ain't buyin' you no leather, I ain't buyin' you no suede\nNo jewelry, no contacts, no Lee nails\nI ain't buyin' you no hair, no makeup, food\nNone of that good shit!","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Let a Hoe Be a Hoe\n  artist: Geto Boys, Scarface\n  album: Best of Geto Boys & Scarface\n  duration_ms: 188000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Yo D man, what's up with that cash register shit?\n  Oh that's what the average ho see\n  Every time she look at a modern day man\n  Ain't that the motherfuckin' truth?\n  Yeah, and these old fickle-minded ass niggas\n  Wonder why a ho be with them one day\n  And another groupie motherfucker the next\n  I think it's time you kick some more of that shit D\n  Yeah!\n\n  It seems to be a lot of motherfuckers blind to the fact\n  That a ho is gonna be just that\n  And this type of ignorance is the very\n  Reason why so many niggas in the goddamn cemetery\n  Intelligence is on call\n  You don't treat a ho like a queen who behaves like a dog\n  Are you the type who won't put a ho in front of a trigger?\n  Then you's a ho-ass nigga\n  Goddamn hound, pound for pound\n  You knew the ho when she was fuckin' the whole town\n  She fucked you and gave your buddies a blow\n  But your trick ass fell in love with the ho\n  Tried to change her, make her be an angel\n  You keep puttin' your damn life in danger\n  Frontin' niggas about that slutty-ass triflin' crow\n  You gotta let a ho be a ho!\n\n  You gotta let a ho be a ho!\n  You gotta let a ho be a ho!\n  You gotta let a ho be a ho!\n  You gotta let a ho be a ho!\n\n  She's a ho! D, how the fuck you know?\n  Every time I see the ho she's with a new negro\n  She's the kind of ho that's bound\n  To wear shorts up her ass when your friends come around\n  The kind of ho that'll make you cry\n  The kind of ho you have to call before you come by\n  So why you wanna kill when she says \"No more\"?\n  You ain't the first to be dumped by a goddamn whore\n  Crazy motherfuckers fightin' over hoes\n  Stealin' for they asses and jumpin' outta windows\n  If a ho want out, I let her stanky ass go\n  'Cause I'ma let a ho be a ho!\n\n  Now do y'all follow me so motherfuckin' far?\n  Yeah, hell yeah\n  I remember I let this ho named Gina use my car, man\n  Bitch went to go see another nigga\n  I damn near killed that ho!\n  Hahaha, I fucked that ho, man!\n  Motherfuckin' lyin'!\n  That's bullshit!\n  Make that motherfucker lie!\n  He went up in that bitch, man!\n  On the for reala, my nigga!\n\n  Actually man, I'm tellin' you, man\n  I fucked that ho before you even knew her\n  Made her pussy go \"Ooh!\" when I stuck my dick to her\n  I knew she was a ho the first time I met her\n  So I got another ho and took her to the other level\n  Of the game, got 'em high as a kite\n  And fucked both of those hoes that goddamn night\n  Then I sat back and relaxed\n  As they 69'd and ate each other's cat\n  I dropped 'em off at home\n  Goddamn! Look at this shit, my wallet's gone!\n  The hoes beat me but I left it alone\n  And used that shit as a steppin' stone\n  I paid it off the next time I saw the ho\n  I just laughed and fucked her ass some mo'\n  She licked my ass and sucked my balls\n  And if I see her right now I can get them drawers\n\n  You gotta let a ho be a ho!\n  You gotta let a ho be a ho!\n\n  Yeah buddy, Willie D ain't gon' let these hoes get him down\n  I ain't cryin' and dyin' over none of you hoes\n  I ain't buyin' you no leather, I ain't buyin' you no suede\n  No jewelry, no contacts, no Lee nails\n  I ain't buyin' you no hair, no makeup, food\n  None of that good shit!\n"},{"id":32325074,"name":"6 Ft. Deep","trackName":"6 Ft. Deep","artistName":"Geto Boys, Scarface","albumName":"Best of Geto Boys & Scarface","duration":221.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"June 28th was the date,.38 to the chest plate\nMommy dear's cryin' at the wake\nAnd everybody's dressed up in black suits\nGoin' to pay their last respects to the black troop\n'Why'd he have to die?' is the question that we're under\nBut everyone knows that every day's a different number\nSo when your time comes, just remember, G\nYou'll always have a place in this world as a memory\nEspecially my boys who passed away back in '92\nBest believe that all the boys in the hood's got love for you\nWherever we go, wherever we be, we'll be thinkin'\nOf how we hung in the clubs, smokin' and drinkin'\nNever missin' out on a hood fight\n'Cause every day back in the hood we had a good fight\nEverything has changed, and people are lookin' lonely\nIt's gon' be strange spendin' New Year's Eve without you, homie\nBut ain't much that we can do\nExcept pour brew throughout the crew to make sure we all remember you\nAnd believe me, it hurts\nTo see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt, dirt\n\nAnother homie got smoked, but it's no surprise\nEverybody's trippin' 'cause the boy was too young to die\nA sad sight to see my homie take his last breath\nEverybody's trippin' 'cause they can't accept my homie's death\nAnother killin' was reported on the evenin' news\nSomebody's brother got killed behind a pair of shoes\nIn the midst of all this shit I think about myself\nWonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf\nBut I refuse to be another violent casualty\nSo when I'm rollin' I pack my pistol grip beside my knee\n'Cause on the city streets today, a brother just can't win\nWhen the people you think are your friends really ain't your friends\nUh, and Bushwick can't sleep\nWhen everybody around me keeps fallin' six feet deep\n\nThe pain that's deep inside of everybody grows\nAs they approach to see the body before the casket close\nThe person standin' next to me had snapped a flick\nOnce I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it\nThe whole entire family spoke on his defense\nThe choir sung us songs that make us reminisce\nAnd durin' all the singin' I broke down myself\nWhen I looked and seen the family that my partner left\nAnd then the choir broke into its final song\nThinkin' to myself, the worst is yet to come\nEveryone was headed for the final flight\nAs we creeped along the gravel on the burial site\nThe director said his words and there was not a sound\nAs they lowered my little partner Toast inside the ground\nEverybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top\nAnd then the worker lowered the concrete block, and that's deep","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: 6 Ft. Deep\n  artist: Geto Boys, Scarface\n  album: Best of Geto Boys & Scarface\n  duration_ms: 221000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  June 28th was the date,.38 to the chest plate\n  Mommy dear's cryin' at the wake\n  And everybody's dressed up in black suits\n  Goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop\n  'Why'd he have to die?' is the question that we're under\n  But everyone knows that every day's a different number\n  So when your time comes, just remember, G\n  You'll always have a place in this world as a memory\n  Especially my boys who passed away back in '92\n  Best believe that all the boys in the hood's got love for you\n  Wherever we go, wherever we be, we'll be thinkin'\n  Of how we hung in the clubs, smokin' and drinkin'\n  Never missin' out on a hood fight\n  'Cause every day back in the hood we had a good fight\n  Everything has changed, and people are lookin' lonely\n  It's gon' be strange spendin' New Year's Eve without you, homie\n  But ain't much that we can do\n  Except pour brew throughout the crew to make sure we all remember you\n  And believe me, it hurts\n  To see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt, dirt\n\n  Another homie got smoked, but it's no surprise\n  Everybody's trippin' 'cause the boy was too young to die\n  A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath\n  Everybody's trippin' 'cause they can't accept my homie's death\n  Another killin' was reported on the evenin' news\n  Somebody's brother got killed behind a pair of shoes\n  In the midst of all this shit I think about myself\n  Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf\n  But I refuse to be another violent casualty\n  So when I'm rollin' I pack my pistol grip beside my knee\n  'Cause on the city streets today, a brother just can't win\n  When the people you think are your friends really ain't your friends\n  Uh, and Bushwick can't sleep\n  When everybody around me keeps fallin' six feet deep\n\n  The pain that's deep inside of everybody grows\n  As they approach to see the body before the casket close\n  The person standin' next to me had snapped a flick\n  Once I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it\n  The whole entire family spoke on his defense\n  The choir sung us songs that make us reminisce\n  And durin' all the singin' I broke down myself\n  When I looked and seen the family that my partner left\n  And then the choir broke into its final song\n  Thinkin' to myself, the worst is yet to come\n  Everyone was headed for the final flight\n  As we creeped along the gravel on the burial site\n  The director said his words and there was not a sound\n  As they lowered my little partner Toast inside the ground\n  Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top\n  And then the worker lowered the concrete block, and that's deep\n"},{"id":36187266,"name":"Smile","trackName":"Smile","artistName":"Geto Boys Scarface","albumName":"Best of Geto Boys & Scarface","duration":271.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Smile in the future\nBut through whatever you see\nThrough all the rain and the pain\nYou gotta keep your sense of humor\nYou gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit\nWhatever happens\nUh, yeah, uh\nSo keep your head up, yeah, yeah\n\nOur lifestyles be closed captioned\nAddicted to fatal attractions\nPictures of actions\nReplay back in the midst of mashin'\n\nNo fairy tales for this young black male\nSome see me stranded in this land of hell\nJail and crack sales\nHustlers that hardly think of culture\n\nOr the repercussions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures\nSellin' my soul for material wishes\nFast cars and bitches\nWishin' I lived my life a legend immortalized in pictures\nWhy shed tears? Hey, yo, sympathy\n\nMy childhood years was spent buryin' my peers in the cemetery\nHere's a message to the newborns waitin' to breathe\nIf you believe, then you can achieve\nJust look at me\nAgainst all odds, though life is hard, we carry on\nLivin' in the projects, broke with no lights on\nTo all the seeds that follow me, protect your essence\n\nBorn with less, but you still precious\n\nJust smile for me now\n\nSmile for me (Would you smile?)\nSmile for me now (Would you smile?)\nSmile, lookin' all sad for me\nNigga, you black, smile for me now\nYou ain't got nothin' to be worried about, nigga\nSmile for me now\nAnd the next generation\n\nNow as I open up my story, put the blaze in your blunt\nSo you can picture thoughts slowly upon phrases I run\nAnd I can walk you through the days that are done\n\nI often wish that I could save everyone, but I'm a dreamer\nHave you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game\nOverlookin' his tomorrows and it finally came?\nLook back on childhood memories and I'm still feelin' the pain\nTurnin' circles in my life, grave to dealin' cocaine\nToo many houses in my local life survivin' strain\nAnd a man without a focus like to drive me insane\nStuck inside a ghetto fantasy, hopin' it change\nBut when I focus on reality, we broke and in chains\nHad a dream of livin' wealthy and makin' it big\n\nOver football, chose to cook raw and take it and dig\nAnd after all my mama's thankin' God for blessin' a child\nAll my mama gots to do now is collect and then smile\nSmile\n\nSmile for me (Would you smile?)\nSmile for me now (Would you smile?)\nSmile, lookin' all sad for me\nNigga, you black, smile for me now\nYou ain't got nothin' to be worried about, nigga\nSmile for me now\nAnd the next generation\n\nFuck the world as we unload and witness furious speeds\nOf nasty questions keep us all stressin', curious G's\nBackstabbin', bleedin', crooked thoughts laced with weed\nLearnin', duckin' stray shots, bullets be hot, they burnin'\nInhalin' sherm smoke, visualize the flames\nWill I be smothered by my own pain?\n\nStrange whispers, cowards conversate, suck with the disses\nTakin' pictures for the feds in desperate hopes they get us\nHit us all, give us plenty centuries, forgive my sins\nSince I entered many penitentiaries, the best revenge is\nFuck friends, we military-minded soldiers\n\nBustin' shots blindly, tryin' to find Jehovah\nTo help me, somebody save me, lost and crazy\nScared to drop a seed, hopin' I ain't curse my babies\nMaybe now niggas feel me now, picture my pain\nEmbrace my words, make the world change\n\nAnd still I smile, nigga\n\nAnd now a moment of silence\n\nLet us pray\n\nAnd as you journey into outer space\nMay the angels help to lead the way\nMay the prayers that our families made\nShine upon your soul and keep you safe\nAnd all the homies that have passed away\nBe there to greet you as you pass the gates\nAnd as you head to eternal's light\nI hope it leads to eternal life\nWe save a prayer for the homie Pac\nSmile","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Smile\n  artist: Geto Boys Scarface\n  album: Best of Geto Boys & Scarface\n  duration_ms: 271000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  Smile in the future\n  But through whatever you see\n  Through all the rain and the pain\n  You gotta keep your sense of humor\n  You gotta be able to smile through all this bullshit\n  Whatever happens\n  Uh, yeah, uh\n  So keep your head up, yeah, yeah\n\n  Our lifestyles be closed captioned\n  Addicted to fatal attractions\n  Pictures of actions\n  Replay back in the midst of mashin'\n\n  No fairy tales for this young black male\n  Some see me stranded in this land of hell\n  Jail and crack sales\n  Hustlers that hardly think of culture\n\n  Or the repercussions while bustin' on backstabbin' vultures\n  Sellin' my soul for material wishes\n  Fast cars and bitches\n  Wishin' I lived my life a legend immortalized in pictures\n  Why shed tears? Hey, yo, sympathy\n\n  My childhood years was spent buryin' my peers in the cemetery\n  Here's a message to the newborns waitin' to breathe\n  If you believe, then you can achieve\n  Just look at me\n  Against all odds, though life is hard, we carry on\n  Livin' in the projects, broke with no lights on\n  To all the seeds that follow me, protect your essence\n\n  Born with less, but you still precious\n\n  Just smile for me now\n\n  Smile for me (Would you smile?)\n  Smile for me now (Would you smile?)\n  Smile, lookin' all sad for me\n  Nigga, you black, smile for me now\n  You ain't got nothin' to be worried about, nigga\n  Smile for me now\n  And the next generation\n\n  Now as I open up my story, put the blaze in your blunt\n  So you can picture thoughts slowly upon phrases I run\n  And I can walk you through the days that are done\n\n  I often wish that I could save everyone, but I'm a dreamer\n  Have you ever seen a nigga who was strong in the game\n  Overlookin' his tomorrows and it finally came?\n  Look back on childhood memories and I'm still feelin' the pain\n  Turnin' circles in my life, grave to dealin' cocaine\n  Too many houses in my local life survivin' strain\n  And a man without a focus like to drive me insane\n  Stuck inside a ghetto fantasy, hopin' it change\n  But when I focus on reality, we broke and in chains\n  Had a dream of livin' wealthy and makin' it big\n\n  Over football, chose to cook raw and take it and dig\n  And after all my mama's thankin' God for blessin' a child\n  All my mama gots to do now is collect and then smile\n  Smile\n\n  Smile for me (Would you smile?)\n  Smile for me now (Would you smile?)\n  Smile, lookin' all sad for me\n  Nigga, you black, smile for me now\n  You ain't got nothin' to be worried about, nigga\n  Smile for me now\n  And the next generation\n\n  Fuck the world as we unload and witness furious speeds\n  Of nasty questions keep us all stressin', curious G's\n  Backstabbin', bleedin', crooked thoughts laced with weed\n  Learnin', duckin' stray shots, bullets be hot, they burnin'\n  Inhalin' sherm smoke, visualize the flames\n  Will I be smothered by my own pain?\n\n  Strange whispers, cowards conversate, suck with the disses\n  Takin' pictures for the feds in desperate hopes they get us\n  Hit us all, give us plenty centuries, forgive my sins\n  Since I entered many penitentiaries, the best revenge is\n  Fuck friends, we military-minded soldiers\n\n  Bustin' shots blindly, tryin' to find Jehovah\n  To help me, somebody save me, lost and crazy\n  Scared to drop a seed, hopin' I ain't curse my babies\n  Maybe now niggas feel me now, picture my pain\n  Embrace my words, make the world change\n\n  And still I smile, nigga\n\n  And now a moment of silence\n\n  Let us pray\n\n  And as you journey into outer space\n  May the angels help to lead the way\n  May the prayers that our families made\n  Shine upon your soul and keep you safe\n  And all the homies that have passed away\n  Be there to greet you as you pass the gates\n  And as you head to eternal's light\n  I hope it leads to eternal life\n  We save a prayer for the homie Pac\n  Smile\n"},{"id":33947653,"name":"Mind Playin' Tricks","trackName":"Mind Playin' Tricks","artistName":"Geto Boys, Scarface","albumName":"Best of Geto Boys & Scarface","duration":149.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I sit alone in my four-cornered room\nStaring at candles...\n\"Yo! That shit is on? Heh!\nLet me drop some shit like this here... Real smooth.\"\n\nAt night I can't sleep, I toss and turn\nCandlesticks in dark\nVisions of bodies being burned.\nFour walls just staring at a nigga\nI'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger\nMy mother's always stressing I ain't living right\nBut I ain't goin' out without a fight\nSee, every time my eyes close\nI start sweating\nAnd blood starts coming out my nose\nThey somebody watching me act\nBut I don't know who it is\nSo I'm watching my back\nI can see him when I'm deep in the covers\nWhen I awake, I don't see the motherfucker\nHe owns a black hat like I own\nA black suit and a cane like my own\nSome might say \"Take a chill, B!\"\nBut fuck that shit!\nThere's a nigga trying to kill me!\nI'm poppin' in the clip when the wind blows\nEvery 20 seconds got me peepin' out my windows\nInvestigating the joint for traps\nChecking my telephone for taps\nI'm staring at the woman on the corna'\nIt's fucked up when your mind's playin' tricks on ya.\n\nI make big money\nI drive big cars\nEverybody know me\nIt's like I'm a movie star\nBut late at night, somethin' ain't right\nI feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's headlights\nIs it that fool that I ran off the block?\nOr is it that Nigga last week that I shot?\nOr is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars?\nReached under my seat\nGrab my popper for the suckers\nAin't no use to me lying\nI was scareder than a motherfucker\nHooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick\n\"If it's goin' down then let's get the shit over with!\"\nHere they come, just like I figured\nGot my hand on the motherfucking trigger\nWhat I saw'll make your ass start giggling\nThree blind, crippled and crazy Senior Citizens\nI live by the sword\nI take my boys everywhere I go\nBecause I'm paranoid.\nI keep looking over my shoulder\nAnd peeping around corners\nMy mind's playin' tricks on me.\n\nDay by day it's more impossible to cope\nI feel like I'm the one that's doin' dope\nCan't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous\nEvery Sunday morning I'm in Service\nPraying for forgiveness\nAnd trying to find an exit out the business\nI know The Lord is looking at me\nAnd yet, it's still hard to feel happy\nI often drift when I drive\nHaving fatal thoughts of suicide\n\"Bang\" and get it over with\nThen I'm worry free, but that's bullshit\nI gotta little boy to look after\nAnd if I die, then my child will be a bastard.","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Mind Playin' Tricks\n  artist: Geto Boys, Scarface\n  album: Best of Geto Boys & Scarface\n  duration_ms: 149000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  I sit alone in my four-cornered room\n  Staring at candles...\n  \"Yo! That shit is on? Heh!\n  Let me drop some shit like this here... Real smooth.\"\n\n  At night I can't sleep, I toss and turn\n  Candlesticks in dark\n  Visions of bodies being burned.\n  Four walls just staring at a nigga\n  I'm paranoid, sleeping with my finger on the trigger\n  My mother's always stressing I ain't living right\n  But I ain't goin' out without a fight\n  See, every time my eyes close\n  I start sweating\n  And blood starts coming out my nose\n  They somebody watching me act\n  But I don't know who it is\n  So I'm watching my back\n  I can see him when I'm deep in the covers\n  When I awake, I don't see the motherfucker\n  He owns a black hat like I own\n  A black suit and a cane like my own\n  Some might say \"Take a chill, B!\"\n  But fuck that shit!\n  There's a nigga trying to kill me!\n  I'm poppin' in the clip when the wind blows\n  Every 20 seconds got me peepin' out my windows\n  Investigating the joint for traps\n  Checking my telephone for taps\n  I'm staring at the woman on the corna'\n  It's fucked up when your mind's playin' tricks on ya.\n\n  I make big money\n  I drive big cars\n  Everybody know me\n  It's like I'm a movie star\n  But late at night, somethin' ain't right\n  I feel I'm being tailed by the same sucker's headlights\n  Is it that fool that I ran off the block?\n  Or is it that Nigga last week that I shot?\n  Or is it the one I beat for five thousand dollars?\n  Reached under my seat\n  Grab my popper for the suckers\n  Ain't no use to me lying\n  I was scareder than a motherfucker\n  Hooked a left into Popeye's and bailed out quick\n  \"If it's goin' down then let's get the shit over with!\"\n  Here they come, just like I figured\n  Got my hand on the motherfucking trigger\n  What I saw'll make your ass start giggling\n  Three blind, crippled and crazy Senior Citizens\n  I live by the sword\n  I take my boys everywhere I go\n  Because I'm paranoid.\n  I keep looking over my shoulder\n  And peeping around corners\n  My mind's playin' tricks on me.\n\n  Day by day it's more impossible to cope\n  I feel like I'm the one that's doin' dope\n  Can't keep a steady hand because I'm nervous\n  Every Sunday morning I'm in Service\n  Praying for forgiveness\n  And trying to find an exit out the business\n  I know The Lord is looking at me\n  And yet, it's still hard to feel happy\n  I often drift when I drive\n  Having fatal thoughts of suicide\n  \"Bang\" and get it over with\n  Then I'm worry free, but that's bullshit\n  I gotta little boy to look after\n  And if I die, then my child will be a bastard.\n"},{"id":29170276,"name":"Born Killer","trackName":"Born Killer","artistName":"Geto Boys, Scarface","albumName":"Best of Geto Boys & Scarface","duration":191.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"I'ma born killer, you're face to face with Scarface\nYou tried to ice an x, but that's a motherfuckin' waste\nYour schools fucked up G\nAnd your momma shoulda warned ya about a nigga like me\n'Cause I don't weep and I don't sleep\nSave that motherfucker black, 'cause talk is cheap\nAnd uh, since you got beef\nLet's take it to the streets and I'ma bring it to your ass G\n\nI'm comin' from the heart, son\nAnd I don't take no shit, but I'm about to start some\nNow which one a you hoes wanna jump?\nIf you got static, then get it off your chest punk\n'Cause I ain't bar none\nIf you're feelin' lucky then go ahead and get cha some\nI ain't with this fucked shit\nIf ya ain't in trick, then get your ass in ya trunk bitch\n\n'Cause I'm about to square it off\nHit ya ass in the chest with the TEC and try to tear it off\nSend you back to mommy, it's a plastic\nAnd had a bitch out huntin' for a casket\nI'm on the for realla tilla my nilla\nI'm a born killer\n\nKiller (born killer)\nDon't fuck with me (born killer)\nDon't fuck with me\n\nMy momma did her part\nBut it ain't her fault that I was born without a heart\nIn other words, I'm heartless, dude\nI don't love me, how the fuck I'ma love you?\nThat's right, you guessed it\nI'm legally insane, marked mannick depressive\nI'm takin' all types a medication\nTo keep me out the mood of premeditatin'\n\nYo, the log around my lone is worse\nI'm havin' thoughts of killin' me, but I'm killin' you first\nMr. kindness talks, but I don't listen\nA victim of society fucked by the system\nMy whole life's been a see-saw\nI'm up one day, down and out on tomorrow\nRight now I'm even more upset\nSome shit that happened to me that I don't think I'll ever forget\n\nYou think I'll let it die, but I ain't\nIt ain't because I want to, it's because I can't\nI'ma getcha, but I ain't goin' into it\n'Cause ain't nothin' to it but to do it\nSee it ain't no sweat to me\n'Cause in the fo place, you fucked up the minute that you stepped to me\nI'm not your average dealer\nI'ma born killer\n\nI'ma born killer (born killer)\nDon't fuck with me (born killer)\nDon't fuck with me\n\nNow I'm livin' where I can 'cause I'm homeless\nCan't make point calls 'cause I'm phoneless\nI ain't eatin', I'm starvin' duke\nI can't go to mommas house 'cause mommas starvin' too\nBetter grab that 12 gauge\n'Cause that's the only way a niggaz gonna get paid\nI'm on my way to my old bank\nThey know me real good, and they don't think that I'd gank\n\nHad my gun in my trench-coat\nNow getcha ass on the floor\nAnd don't think about pushin' that panic switch\nI'm gettin' paid and you're gettin' killed bitch\nTake notes to the message I gave ya\nYa dyin' ho and can't nothin' save ya\nI'm doin' bad, so I'm goin' bad, huh\nAnd you never expected that from brad\n\nBut there's a lotta things pressin' me\nAnd ain't the nigga to let the mortredresser dressin' me\nSo I'm comin' out winnin'\nA hundred thousand in the case now I'm comin' out grinnin'\nBut the shit didn't flow smooth\nThe security guard had to run and pulla hoe move\nHe reached for his pistol\nThe ten gauge went, shoulda heard that motherfucker whistle\n\nHit him in his chest\nNow which one a you motherfuckers in here wanna die next?\nNobody made a move\nAnd I got 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trunk bitch\n[00:35.57] 'Cause I'm about to square it off\n[00:37.36] Hit ya ass in the chest with the TEC and try to tear it off\n[00:40.05] Send you back to mommy, it's a plastic\n[00:41.93] And had a bitch out huntin' for a casket\n[00:44.15] I'm on the for realla tilla my nilla\n[00:47.04] I'm a born killer\n[00:52.30] Killer (born killer)\n[00:56.26] Don't fuck with me (born killer)\n[01:00.67] Don't fuck with me\n[01:01.61] My momma did her part\n[01:03.38] But it ain't her fault that I was born without a heart\n[01:06.05] In other words, I'm heartless, dude\n[01:07.61] I don't love me, how the fuck I'ma love you?\n[01:10.13] That's right, you guessed it\n[01:11.81] I'm legally insane, marked mannick depressive\n[01:14.37] I'm takin' all types a medication\n[01:16.19] To keep me out the mood of premeditatin'\n[01:18.19] Yo, the log around my lone is worse\n[01:20.49] I'm havin' thoughts of killin' me, but I'm killin' you first\n[01:22.92] Mr. kindness talks, but I don't 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streets and I'ma bring it to your ass G\n\n  I'm comin' from the heart, son\n  And I don't take no shit, but I'm about to start some\n  Now which one a you hoes wanna jump?\n  If you got static, then get it off your chest punk\n  'Cause I ain't bar none\n  If you're feelin' lucky then go ahead and get cha some\n  I ain't with this fucked shit\n  If ya ain't in trick, then get your ass in ya trunk bitch\n\n  'Cause I'm about to square it off\n  Hit ya ass in the chest with the TEC and try to tear it off\n  Send you back to mommy, it's a plastic\n  And had a bitch out huntin' for a casket\n  I'm on the for realla tilla my nilla\n  I'm a born killer\n\n  Killer (born killer)\n  Don't fuck with me (born killer)\n  Don't fuck with me\n\n  My momma did her part\n  But it ain't her fault that I was born without a heart\n  In other words, I'm heartless, dude\n  I don't love me, how the fuck I'ma love you?\n  That's right, you guessed it\n  I'm legally insane, marked mannick depressive\n  I'm 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starvin' duke\n  I can't go to mommas house 'cause mommas starvin' too\n  Better grab that 12 gauge\n  'Cause that's the only way a niggaz gonna get paid\n  I'm on my way to my old bank\n  They know me real good, and they don't think that I'd gank\n\n  Had my gun in my trench-coat\n  Now getcha ass on the floor\n  And don't think about pushin' that panic switch\n  I'm gettin' paid and you're gettin' killed bitch\n  Take notes to the message I gave ya\n  Ya dyin' ho and can't nothin' save ya\n  I'm doin' bad, so I'm goin' bad, huh\n  And you never expected that from brad\n\n  But there's a lotta things pressin' me\n  And ain't the nigga to let the mortredresser dressin' me\n  So I'm comin' out winnin'\n  A hundred thousand in the case now I'm comin' out grinnin'\n  But the shit didn't flow smooth\n  The security guard had to run and pulla hoe move\n  He reached for his pistol\n  The ten gauge went, shoulda heard that motherfucker whistle\n\n  Hit him in his chest\n  Now which one a you 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Try Prime Music for free\nSo what you gonna do when you get outta here cat daddy?\nI don't know dawg, just trying to live it one day at a time, you know\nI hear you talking man, live it one day at a time\nThere are a number of things, you know bro\nYeah I hear you Well, let me get up outta here man my ride outta here from\nAight cat daddy, take it easy, babe\nStay up peace\nHe greets his father with his hands\nRehabilitated slightly, glad to be the man's child\nThe world is different since he's seen it last\nOut of jail been seven years and he's happy that he's free at last\nPROMOTED CONTENT\nDoes Edge Have What it Takes to Battle the Big Names?\nFEATURED VIDEO\n11 Delicious Misheard Lyrics About Food\nFEATURED VIDEO\nWhat's That Line?\nFEATURED VIDEO\nNew Music Daily\nFEATURED VIDEO\n5 Love Songs That Are Actually Creepy\nAll he had was his mother left\nNow she's gone and he's gotta make a change and make it for the better\nBut he's black so he's got one strike against him\nAnd he's young plus he came up in the system\nBut he's smart and he's finally makin' eighteen\nAnd his goal is to get on top and try to stay clean\nSo he's callin' up his homie who done came up\nLivin' large, now they dealin' with the same stuff\nAnd had that attitude that who he was was worth it\nAnd with that fucked up attitude he killed his first man\nNow it's different, he who did dirt\nAnd realized killin' men, meant comin' up but it still hurt\nAnd can't nobody change this\nIt's 1994 and we up against the same shit\nI never understood why\nI can never seen a man cry, 'til I seen that man die\nMan cry\nImagine life at it's full peak\nThen imagine lyin' dead in the arms of your enemy\nImagine peace on this earth when there's no grief\nImagine grief on this earth when there's no peace\nEverybody's got a different way of endin' it\nAnd when your number comes for service then they send it in\nNow, your time has arrived for the final test\nI see the fear in your eyes and hear your final breath\nHow much longer will it be 'til it's all done?\nTotal darkness and ease be at all one\nI watch him die and when he dies let us celebrate\nYou took his life, but his memory you'll never take\nYou'll be heading to another place\nAnd the life you used to live will reflect in your mother's face\nI still gotta wonder why\nI never seen a man cry, 'til I seen that man die\nI hear you breathin' but your heart no longer sounds strong\nBut you kinda scared to die and so you hold on\nAnd you keep on blackin' out and your pulse is low\nStop tryin' to fight the reaper just relax and let it go\nBecause there's no way you can fight it though you'll still try\nAnd you can try it 'til you fight it but you'll still die\nYour spirit leaves your body and your mind clears\nThe rigormortis starts to set, now you outta here\nYou start your journey into outer space\nYou see yourself in the light but you're still feelin' outta place\nSo you standin' in the tunnel of eternal light\nAnd you see the ones you never learn to love in life\nMake the choice let it go but you can back it up\nIf you ain't at peace with God you need to patch it up\nBut if you ready close your eyes and we can set it free\nThere lies a man not scared to die, may he rest in peace\nI still gotta wonder why\nI never seen a man cry, 'til I seen that man die\nSONGWRITERS\nJohnson, Joseph / Jordan, Brad\n\nPUBLISHED BY\nTerms of Use\nListen to Scarface songs, ad-free. 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Try Prime Music for free\n  So what you gonna do when you get outta here cat daddy?\n  I don't know dawg, just trying to live it one day at a time, you know\n  I hear you talking man, live it one day at a time\n  There are a number of things, you know bro\n  Yeah I hear you Well, let me get up outta here man my ride outta here from\n  Aight cat daddy, take it easy, babe\n  Stay up peace\n  He greets his father with his hands\n  Rehabilitated slightly, glad to be the man's child\n  The world is different since he's seen it last\n  Out of jail been seven years and he's happy that he's free at last\n  PROMOTED CONTENT\n  Does Edge Have What it Takes to Battle the Big Names?\n  FEATURED VIDEO\n  11 Delicious Misheard Lyrics About Food\n  FEATURED VIDEO\n  What's That Line?\n  FEATURED VIDEO\n  New Music Daily\n  FEATURED VIDEO\n  5 Love Songs That Are Actually Creepy\n  All he had was his mother left\n  Now she's gone and he's gotta make a change and make it for the better\n  But he's black so he's got one strike against him\n  And he's young plus he came up in the system\n  But he's smart and he's finally makin' eighteen\n  And his goal is to get on top and try to stay clean\n  So he's callin' up his homie who done came up\n  Livin' large, now they dealin' with the same stuff\n  And had that attitude that who he was was worth it\n  And with that fucked up attitude he killed his first man\n  Now it's different, he who did dirt\n  And realized killin' men, meant comin' up but it still hurt\n  And can't nobody change this\n  It's 1994 and we up against the same shit\n  I never understood why\n  I can never seen a man cry, 'til I seen that man die\n  Man cry\n  Imagine life at it's full peak\n  Then imagine lyin' dead in the arms of your enemy\n  Imagine peace on this earth when there's no grief\n  Imagine grief on this earth when there's no peace\n  Everybody's got a different way of endin' it\n  And when your number comes for service then they send it in\n  Now, your time has arrived for the final test\n  I see the fear in your eyes and hear your final breath\n  How much longer will it be 'til it's all done?\n  Total darkness and ease be at all one\n  I watch him die and when he dies let us celebrate\n  You took his life, but his memory you'll never take\n  You'll be heading to another place\n  And the life you used to live will reflect in your mother's face\n  I still gotta wonder why\n  I never seen a man cry, 'til I seen that man die\n  I hear you breathin' but your heart no longer sounds strong\n  But you kinda scared to die and so you hold on\n  And you keep on blackin' out and your pulse is low\n  Stop tryin' to fight the reaper just relax and let it go\n  Because there's no way you can fight it though you'll still try\n  And you can try it 'til you fight it but you'll still die\n  Your spirit leaves your body and your mind clears\n  The rigormortis starts to set, now you outta here\n  You start your journey into outer space\n  You see yourself in the light but you're still feelin' outta place\n  So you standin' in the tunnel of eternal light\n  And you see the ones you never learn to love in life\n  Make the choice let it go but you can back it up\n  If you ain't at peace with God you need to patch it up\n  But if you ready close your eyes and we can set it free\n  There lies a man not scared to die, may he rest in peace\n  I still gotta wonder why\n  I never seen a man cry, 'til I seen that man die\n  SONGWRITERS\n  Johnson, Joseph / Jordan, Brad\n\n  PUBLISHED BY\n  Terms of Use\n  Listen to Scarface songs, ad-free. 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Somebody shot at me\nI took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\nReached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\nStraight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\nI'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\nSo many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\nAlthough you try to take me out, you die in one beat\nOf the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\nAnd I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\nRolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\nI'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\nHe's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\nI stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\nHe says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\nThat's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\nThe boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\nCause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\nPulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\nShattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\nGot out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\nI aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\nFell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\nI put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\nHe took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\nThat's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\nI had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\nBut best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\nBut maybe one day in the future I can come back\nBut until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\nNobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\nAnd ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\nHey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\nNow that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\nIt's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\nWe expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\nAnd we get the dope out there, mayn\nWe fuck em up!\n\nAnd you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a 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Somebody shot at me\n  start_ms: 188980\n  end_ms: 191530\n- text: I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  start_ms: 191530\n  end_ms: 193990\n- text: Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  start_ms: 193990\n  end_ms: 196250\n- text: Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  start_ms: 196250\n  end_ms: 198960\n- text: I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  start_ms: 198960\n  end_ms: 201620\n- text: So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  start_ms: 201620\n  end_ms: 203980\n- text: Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  start_ms: 203980\n  end_ms: 206670\n- text: Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  start_ms: 206670\n  end_ms: 209290\n- text: And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  start_ms: 209290\n  end_ms: 211610\n- text: Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n  start_ms: 211610\n  end_ms: 213900\n- text: I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n  start_ms: 213900\n  end_ms: 216620\n- text: He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n  start_ms: 216620\n  end_ms: 219090\n- text: I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  start_ms: 219090\n  end_ms: 221460\n- text: He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n  start_ms: 221460\n  end_ms: 224020\n- text: That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  start_ms: 224020\n  end_ms: 226730\n- text: The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  start_ms: 226730\n  end_ms: 229350\n- text: Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  start_ms: 229350\n  end_ms: 231600\n- text: Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  start_ms: 231600\n  end_ms: 234220\n- text: Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  start_ms: 234220\n  end_ms: 236840\n- text: Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  start_ms: 236840\n  end_ms: 239200\n- text: I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n  start_ms: 239200\n  end_ms: 241840\n- text: Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n  start_ms: 241840\n  end_ms: 244520\n- text: I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n  start_ms: 244520\n  end_ms: 246870\n- text: He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n  start_ms: 246870\n  end_ms: 249210\n- text: That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n  start_ms: 249210\n  end_ms: 251930\n- text: I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n  start_ms: 251930\n  end_ms: 254320\n- text: But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n  start_ms: 254320\n  end_ms: 256930\n- text: But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n  start_ms: 256930\n  end_ms: 259520\n- text: But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n  start_ms: 259520\n  end_ms: 261940\n- text: Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n  start_ms: 261940\n  end_ms: 264380\n- text: And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n  start_ms: 264380\n  end_ms: 266900\n- text: Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  start_ms: 266900\n  end_ms: 268680\n- text: Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  start_ms: 268680\n  end_ms: 271280\n- text: It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n  start_ms: 271280\n  end_ms: 274450\n- text: We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n  start_ms: 274450\n  end_ms: 277140\n- text: And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  start_ms: 277140\n  end_ms: 279190\n- text: We fuck em up!\n  start_ms: 279190\n  end_ms: 281250\n- text: And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  start_ms: 281250\n  end_ms: 284710\n- text: I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  start_ms: 284710\n  end_ms: 286290\n- text: I'm comin back, mayn\n  start_ms: 286290\n  end_ms: 287750\n- text: Geto Boys\n  start_ms: 287750\n  end_ms: 289120\n- text: '1990'\n  start_ms: 289120\n  end_ms: 290620\n- text: And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n  start_ms: 290620\n  end_ms: 293040\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 293040\nplain: |-\n  I started small time, dope game, cocaine\n  Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn\n  Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard\n  You try to school me, you'll get fucked up with no regard\n  Boy, don't test me, cause I'm tired of teachin lessons\n  So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you're stressin\n  Cause it ain't nothin but the money flow in this camp\n  And if you fuck me, you'll forever wear a stamp\n  So watch your back and prepare for the hitman\n  Life of the black, and the Ak won't take no shit, and\n  You'll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace\n  On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface\n\n  (Crazy muthafucka from the street) --] MC Ren\n\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (All I have in this world)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n  (Balls)\n\n  I'm in the South Park, night falls, over the streets\n  It's gettin dark, Bill calls, he's been beat\n  Round up the posse, y'all, and bring the heat\n  And when it's over, all I want is bloody meat\n  Boy done fuckin with me, real man, and I done told him\n  So let's just step out on the block and pd-roll him\n  Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a warzone\n  Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on\n  Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game\n  So raise up off of me, I show em I don't joke, mayn\n  Little Bill, grab your piece, pick em out\n  Battle y'all in the street, let's put some head out\n  Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm\n  Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam\n  Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled\n  Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led\n  Yo, they don't understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy\n  Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy\n  I shot my gun in the air as I left the place\n  You'll ask me why, but I don't care, just call me Scarface\n\n  (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)\n  (Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) --] Ice Cube\n\n  Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it\n  My girl came home, I told her shit had been\n  Real fucked up, so girl, don't push me\n  She pulled her skirt up, and said, \"He could need some pussy\"\n  I just sat back, my legs started shakin\n  Now here's another stupid bitch that I be breakin\n  I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs\n  Threw her down on the bed, and she said, \"Fuck, yeah!\"\n  I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin\n  Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin\n  The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn't bothered\n  Cause all she said was, \"Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!\"\n  I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin\n  She wasn't hangin, she was singin, \"Brad, I'm comin!\"\n  Up and down, side to side, perfect timin\n  I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin\n  I was just about to nut, she got on top of me\n  I heard a (shot) Now what the fuck? Somebody shot at me\n  I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded\n  Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded\n  Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps\n  I'm a taker, not a faker, I ain't been took yet\n  So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete\n  Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat\n  Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?\n  And I'mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me\n  Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman\n  I'll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan\n  He's in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor\n  I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, \"What you front for?\"\n  He says, \"I'm sorry, Ak, don't kill me, I was jokin, griff\"\n  That's why your boys are on my balcony and they're frozen stiff\n  The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, \"You're a goner\n  Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner\"\n  Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank\n  Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy's bank\n  Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, \"Stop it, freeze!\"\n  I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees\n  Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, \"Akshun, please!\"\n  I put my gun between his eyes, said, \"Don't breathe\"\n  He took a breath, and he knew he'd breathe his last breath\n  That's 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death\n  I had to leave everything I'd ever worked for\n  But best believe, I won't get sentenced for a drug war\n  But maybe one day in the future I can come back\n  But until then, I'm goin home, where I'm from, black\n  Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face\n  And ask my posse, they say, \"We call him Scarface\"\n\n  Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn\n  Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn\n  It's time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin\n  We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn\n  And we get the dope out there, mayn\n  We fuck em up!\n\n  And you muthafuckas thought I wasn't gonna make a comeback, mayn\n  I'm gonna tell you somethin, mayn\n  I'm comin back, mayn\n  Geto Boys\n  1990\n  And if you ain't down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn\n"}]