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Scarface (rapper)( Brad Terrence Jordan )
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People Don't Believe (AKA Hand Of The Dead Body)
We got this whole motherfucker on a mission Now the whole, entire world's gotta try to come up with a quick decision They claim we threats to society And now they callin' on the government to try and make somebody quiet For the bullshit they done to me
Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat So why you tryin' kick some dust up America's been always known for blaming us niggas for they fuck-ups
And we were always considered evil Now they tryin' to bust our only code of communicating with our people Let's peep the game from a different angle Matt Dillon pulled his pistol every time him and someone tangled
So why you criticize me for the shit that you see on your TV? That rates worse than PG Just bring your ass to where they got me So you can feel the hand of the dead body
Nigga don't believe that song That nigga's wrong Gangstas don't live that long
Nigga don't believe that song That nigga's wrong Gangstas don't live that long
So now they tryin' separation And sendin' black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation Tappin' into our conversation Saying, the message that they give bring forth or premeditation
So David's got a silver mag while listenin' to Brad David gets mad and kills his dad David Duke's got a shotgun So why you get upset 'cause I got one?
A tisket, a tasket, a nigga got his ass kicked Shot in the face by a cop, close casket An open and shut situation Cop gets got, they wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don't dig me then, nigga, you can sue me Because the shit that I be sayin' ain't worse than no western money Don't blame me, blame your man, Gotti So you can feel the hand of the dead body Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Nigga don't believe that song That nigga's wrong Gangstas don't live that long
You best to free your mind Before I free my nine And stop fuckin' with the void in pop Or feel my hot rocks
Bang, bang, boom, boom, ping, ping, I'm the black White boys gat a magazine and don't know how to act I'll attack and make you vomit Down with Khalid Abdul Muhammad
Do he got a brother, I'm it now I'm the illest Wanna kill this house, nigga, Don Cornelius Can you feel this?
You punk niggas make me sick Suckin' on the devil's dick Scared of revolution Need to start deuchin'
Houston is the place, I caught a case Them motherfuckers tried to put a scar on my face But I bust two times to the gut To the Reverend, Calvin Butts, gotta pair of nuts?
I started this gangsta shit in '86 Now you dissin' me for publicity Isn't he a hoe to the third degree? Who me?
I'm a G who like to scrap a lot Down with Rap-A-Lot And I can't stop, won't stop
So fuck, Bill and Hillary Ice Cube, there ain't no killin' me Ice Cube, Scarface Droppin' on these sellin' out niggas, doing it like this
Nigga don't believe that song That nigga's wrong Gangstas don't live that long
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