Scarface - Hand Of The Dead Body songtekst

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In world news today  officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan alias
 Scarface must be stopped
  After being monitored by secret service agents for two years
  Evidence leads Tobacco and Fire Arms officials to believe that his
 literally dope lyrics promote drug usage and distribution
  Degrade women  influence gambling  promote and teach violence and more
  Its influencing our minors and destroying our young community
 -Officials say, he's the lord of underground rap and his music must be


 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 blaiming 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
 Lets 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

 Chorus:(Repeat 2X)

 Nigga don't believe that song
 That nigga's wrong
 Gangstas don't live that long

 So now they tryin seperation
 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 sgut situation
 Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation
 If you don't dig me, than 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


 Ice Cube:

 You best to free your mine
 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 kow how to act
 I'll attack and make you vomit
 Down with Kahlid 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 their ain't no killin me
 Ice Cube, Scarface
 Droppin on these sellin out niggas, doing it like this

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Taal: Engels

Komt voor op: The Diary (1994) , Greatest Hits (2002)

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