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[Scarface]

I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it

An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record (yeahhh)

Sounded kinda funky so I pumped it, right

but rudely interrupted by a neighborhood street fight

When will you motherfuckers quit?

Every motherfuckin mornin it`s the same ol bullshit

I peeped to see the thrashin

Some nigga runnin with a butcher knife, screamin out "Assassin!"

He ran by a friend of mine, it bugged him

His eyes showed fear, that`s the reason why he stuck him

Anyway, that`s how I seen it

You rarely see a nigga kill another nigga,

and he doesn`t mean it

So that`s the way I took it

Anyway the boy is dead, no matter how you look at it

And life goes on..

I was feelin kinda funny - aiyyo something`s wrong

I went to take a shower Duke

Bumped into the wall and I smooth went through

Now I`m thinkin I`m in trouble

I reached to touch my face, but I couldn`t feel my beard stubble

I screamed, "Oh Lord help!"

Looked into the mirror and I couldn`t see myself

I called up my mom`s house

and realized somethin was wrong, no doubt

She picked up, said "Hello" in a low tone

I said, "Hey ma!" and she hung up the telephone

Sick and lookin weary

My cousin walks in, I said, "What`s up?" but he didn`t hear me

Started packin up my shit G

Looked at a picture of me, put it down and said, "Rest in peace"

Realizin what he said man

I can`t talk, I don`t exist, I`m a dead man

Yeah I guess I`m dead right?

I`m goin to the cemetary to peep out Action`s gravesite

And sure enough, there it is

My mom and girl talkin, holdin on to Brad`s kids

I look into the box G

Son of a bitch! I don`t believe it, that`s me!

Momma kissed me on my head

Aww shit.. I`m dead (I`m dead)

[Scarface]

I woke up to a tune on the radio, check it

An old church hymn behind a breakbeat record (yeahhh)

Sounded kinda funky so I pumped it, right

but rudely interrupted by a neighborhood street fight

When will you motherfuckers quit?

Every motherfuckin mornin it`s the same ol bullshit

I peeped to see the thrashin

Some nigga runnin with a butcher knife, screamin out "Assassin!"

He ran by a friend of mine, it bugged him

His eyes showed fear, that`s the reason why he stuck him

Anyway, that`s how I seen it

You rarely see a nigga kill another nigga,

and he doesn`t mean it

So that`s the way I took it

Anyway the boy is dead, no matter how you look at it

And life goes on..

I was feelin kinda funny - aiyyo something`s wrong

I went to take a shower Duke

Bumped into the wall and I smooth went through

Now I`m thinkin I`m in trouble

I reached to touch my face, but I couldn`t feel my beard stubble

I screamed, "Oh Lord help!"

Looked into the mirror and I couldn`t see myself

I called up my mom`s house

and realized somethin was wrong, no doubt

She picked up, said "Hello" in a low tone

I said, "Hey ma!" and she hung up the telephone

Sick and lookin weary

My cousin walks in, I said, "What`s up?" but he didn`t hear me

Started packin up my shit G

Looked at a picture of me, put it down and said, "Rest in peace"

Realizin what he said man

I can`t talk, I don`t exist, I`m a dead man

Yeah I guess I`m dead right?

I`m goin to the cemetary to peep out Action`s gravesite

And sure enough, there it is

My mom and girl talkin, holdin on to Brad`s kids

I look into the box G

Son of a bitch! I don`t believe it, that`s me!

Momma kissed me on my head

Aww shit.. I`m dead (I`m dead)

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