Scarface Lyrics
Scarface Lyrics
"In My Blood Lyrics"
Not Responsible Lyrics
I've taken in all you bring An ever-moving stream of dramatic evolution And I've taken in what's happening And poisoned the well you drink from with An experienced solution And I'm not responsible (not responsible) For what happens when you are gone You're breathing in all you've seen An imaginary comfort to create intoxication And if you only knew what thoughts I had inside And so good am I to hide Your heart would hurt and turn to stone just like mine
Verse 1:
[DMG]
You wonder why,
I hang with these thugs
Whut,
I'm from the hood
Nigga,
I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck)
It's in my blood
Since I was little I been hangin' with these Niggas
And till I die I gon remain with these Niggas
St. Paul in
The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin'
I put it down yes
Now Chris Rock were you at
I heard you say some shit about some blacks
Nigga, this been your ass back
Come see the real deal
Stay in the fields Nigga
These Niggas will kill
This ain't no cap-gun shots, Nigga
This a Glock, pah, pah,
It's death on your block
Knock, knock
Whut's up Nigga?
These sirenes start singing
It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin'
It's stinkin', freakin'
Bowlin' on the weekend
Creepin, seekin'
Me, till the currency
Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks
I'm dubble parked for the train
Even your moms know my name
I be the D into the M and the M into the G
And I bring the B
Nigga
Chorus
[Yukmouth]
It's In My Blood
Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds
And fuckin wit these thugs, Nigga
That's In My Blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustelers
And out there slingin' drugs, Nigga
That's In My Blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that Nigga bug, Nigga
It's In My Blood
Niggas like me turn Niggas like you into hustelers
Fuckin wit us, fuckin wit us!
Verse 2:
[Yukmouth]
It's in my veins
Like a chain-reaction
How it all happened
Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80's
Back in the day when shit was crackin'
Niggas pay 38 for a package
Tightly rappin'
For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added
That's where the A-raps headin'
Even when I sleep they in cavage
Lavage shit
Do automatics with scopes under my mattress
With the dope and the drugmoney,
stuffin' that shit up under the rugmoney
Thug hungry
Takin' drugs only cause we l
I'm a Nigga, he's a Nigga,
would you like to be a Nigga too
Makin' big scrilla like these Niggas do
You probably be a drugdealer too
Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue
Listen for clues
In the kitchen bakin up Peruvian flake
It takes
28 grams
Multiplied by 36 zips to make
A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake
A hundred grams on the triple beam flake
2.2 pounds to be straight
My Niggas just flew in from GA
Ready to buy 4 kilos
Then drive slow back to Youngstown Ohio
So fuck these rhymes
Let me stick my dick in your ear,
and fuck with your mind
Nigga
Chorus
Verse 3:
[Big Mike]
Niggas betray themselves as low key,
broken down and fabricated
Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded
Ain't no wars cause they made it
That type of bullshit is outdated
But I played it like I laid it
My partners have always said that
It was set me up
For life
Money, clothes and hoes
Nothin' nice
Niggas know just what it's like to be hustelers
Governors from strugglers
Bitches lovin' us
Blindly chasin' that life we lust
I blush,
bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams
Goin' down and roll fast
Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen
Fried of me, huh
Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see
But part not I was blind to the point,
not even I could see, or that I could be
Obviously
I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery
Hit me with the type of mystery
Lay it down like history
With the intend of be myself and I
Street desire, easila
Piece of mind, I was least to find
Some sassiness
Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist
Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly
And I was discontent
With the shit that life once sent
Government depend, now most of my time is spent
Escapin' what I love
It's in my blood
Chorus x2
I've taken in all you bring An ever-moving stream of dramatic evolution And I've taken in what's happening And poisoned the well you drink from with An experienced solution And I'm not responsible (not responsible) For what happens when you are gone You're breathing in all you've seen An imaginary comfort to create intoxication And if you only knew what thoughts I had inside And so good am I to hide Your heart would hurt and turn to stone just like mine
Verse 1:
[DMG]
You wonder why,
I hang with these thugs
Whut,
I'm from the hood
Nigga,
I gives a fuck (I gives a fuck)
It's in my blood
Since I was little I been hangin' with these Niggas
And till I die I gon remain with these Niggas
St. Paul in
The M-P-L-S, I hear you callin'
I put it down yes
Now Chris Rock were you at
I heard you say some shit about some blacks
Nigga, this been your ass back
Come see the real deal
Stay in the fields Nigga
These Niggas will kill
This ain't no cap-gun shots, Nigga
This a Glock, pah, pah,
It's death on your block
Knock, knock
Whut's up Nigga?
These sirenes start singing
It's me and Yuk with the L-G in the makin'
It's stinkin', freakin'
Bowlin' on the weekend
Creepin, seekin'
Me, till the currency
Gimme stacks up on mo' stacks
I'm dubble parked for the train
Even your moms know my name
I be the D into the M and the M into the G
And I bring the B
Just Put Some Love In Your Heart Lyrics
Just put some love in your heart. And all of your troubles will. Someday,soon all depart. Let's put some joy in the world. And give the word happiness. To every boy and girl. Why can't we understand. That the whole world wants to live? With so many reaching out. Is love so hard to give? Just put some love in your heart.
-O-M-B-?Just put some love in your heart. And all of your troubles will. Someday,soon all depart. Let's put some joy in the world. And give the word happiness. To every boy and girl. Why can't we understand. That the whole world wants to live? With so many reaching out. Is love so hard to give? Just put some love in your heart.
Nigga
Chorus
[Yukmouth]
It's In My Blood
Smokin sweets, drink 40's to the suds
And fuckin wit these thugs, Nigga
That's In My Blood
You wonder why us niggas be hustelers
And out there slingin' drugs, Nigga
That's In My Blood
That drug money, stuff that shit up under the rug
And make that Nigga bug, Nigga
It's In My Blood
Niggas like me turn Niggas like you into hustelers
Fuckin wit us, fuckin wit us!
Verse 2:
[Yukmouth]
It's in my veins
Like a chain-reaction
How it all happened
Paps is slangin' crack in the mid 80's
Back in the day when shit was crackin'
Niggas pay 38 for a package
Tightly rappin'
For shippin' and handelin' taxes was added
That's where the A-raps headin'
Even when I sleep they in cavage
Lavage shit
Do automatics with scopes under my mattress
With the dope and the drugmoney,
stuffin' that shit up under the rugmoney
Thug hungry
Takin' drugs only cause we l
Flattery Will Get You Everywhere Lyrics
I noticed how you smiled just now surprised that having seen How I ate up your flattery then lick the platy clean I've been so starved for pretty words are ever insincere Till as for me flattery will get you everywhere So brag me up and make me smile and I'll do things your way Say pretty words to me and I'll do anything you say Don't worry if they're true or not the truth is I don't care And as for me flattery will get you everywhere Another loves said hurtin' words outi
ve moneyI noticed how you smiled just now surprised that having seen How I ate up your flattery then lick the platy clean I've been so starved for pretty words are ever insincere Till as for me flattery will get you everywhere So brag me up and make me smile and I'll do things your way Say pretty words to me and I'll do anything you say Don't worry if they're true or not the truth is I don't care And as for me flattery will get you everywhere Another loves said hurtin' words outi
I'm a Nigga, he's a Nigga,
would you like to be a Nigga too
Makin' big scrilla like these Niggas do
You probably be a drugdealer too
Scan and tuned in to the boys in blue
Listen for clues
In the kitchen bakin up Peruvian flake
It takes
28 grams
Multiplied by 36 zips to make
A triple beam brake, a triple beam shake
A hundred grams on the triple beam flake
2.2 pounds to be straight
My Niggas just flew in from GA
Ready to buy 4 kilos
Then drive slow back to Youngstown Ohio
So fuck these rhymes
Let me stick my dick in your ear,
and fuck with your mind
Nigga
Chorus
Verse 3:
[Big Mike]
Niggas betray themselves as low key,
broken down and fabricated
Easily ejaculated, table with and half way faded
Ain't no wars cause they made it
That type of bullshit is outdated
But I played it like I laid it
My partners have always said that
It was set me up
For life
Money, clothes and hoes
Test Of Wills Lyrics
[Part I: Awaiting Judgement] I sit by the stream and raise my head The stream flows East... And I notice the breeze blows the trees In the same way. So I raise my head high As I close my eyes. I begin to run as fast as I can, Into the night. I sit and I wait for judgement. I sit and I wait for judgement soon. As I run into the night, The wind is at my back. Although petrified, The dreams that many can't outlast. So you think that
but road I chose was[Part I: Awaiting Judgement] I sit by the stream and raise my head The stream flows East... And I notice the breeze blows the trees In the same way. So I raise my head high As I close my eyes. I begin to run as fast as I can, Into the night. I sit and I wait for judgement. I sit and I wait for judgement soon. As I run into the night, The wind is at my back. Although petrified, The dreams that many can't outlast. So you think that
Nothin' nice
Niggas know just what it's like to be hustelers
Governors from strugglers
Bitches lovin' us
Blindly chasin' that life we lust
I blush,
bottles, havin' thoughts and iring dreams
Goin' down and roll fast
Tryin' to get what my eyes have seen
Fried of me, huh
Nigga for a hand that got me through these eyes right to see
But part not I was blind to the point,
not even I could see, or that I could be
Obviously
I wasn't meant for me this type of trickery
Hit me with the type of mystery
Lay it down like history
With the intend of be myself and I
Street desire, easila
Piece of mind, I was least to find
Some sassiness
Hossisiless it gets to shit and praise to the farmer innercist
Nobody was meant for it, it was deadly
And I was discontent
With the shit that life once sent
Government depend, now most of my time is spent
Escapin' what I love
It's in my blood
Chorus x2