Scarface Git Out My Face Lyrics

Fake-a__-ni-ggaz (NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace
Fake-a__-ni-ggaz (WON'TCHA STAY OUT MY) faaaace
(ALL YOU FRAUDULENT-a__ n____Z NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace
(ALL YOU BEGGIN-a__ b____ES NEED TO GET OUT MY) faaaace

News gossip laws gossip boppers boppin hoes beg
Foresake me cause they b____es always be off in my bed
Always f___in with they feelings, b____ I'll f___ you with my head
I don't love you and you don't love me so m_________ what Donna said
I got paper never spend it I ain't never seen a night
That I felt a need to pay a b____ unless she was a d___
Lickin p____ left and right, bringin b____es by my place
Jack me off and suck my d___ and let me skeet off in her (faaaace~!)
Blackberry start to buzzin, guess her husband askin questions
Wonderin where she at cause she just called her cousin, mad and fussin
I'm laughin cause I'm f___in, slappin a__ and t__ty suckin
Please your nipples, puttin that thump in her a__ and she ain't strugglin

You ain't gangsta, youse a busta, quick to say that you a hustler
But realistically, you a b____ to me, sweet as pie but down to Custer
Wanna cry when n____z touch ya, wanna hide cause n____z bust ya
Got the copies of them statements you was makin m_________er
All you fake-a__ n____z get the f___ out my (faaaace~!)
'Fore I make it rain and shower you with copper from the A
K, 47 that's gon' be my tool
Make me clack it, I start actin like a m_________in fool (yeah)
Fool, you know me, I've been down since '85
Sellin dime for dime, doublin up my paper every time
I live the life of crime, ghetto life from day to day
Made me throw up both my hands, now get the f___ up out my (faaaace~!)

Thought I mighta hung it up for good, got tired of ridin beats
For free, said f___ it, I'm gon' go on and coach a team
Play golf and smoke my weed, poke her every other day
Do some groups and keep these haters out my m_________in (faaaace~!)
But this s___ ain't go the way I planned, I'm caught off in the cross
And if I leave they won't respect the South cause n____z soft
Talkin 'bout what's in they mouth, talkin 'bout they cars and house
And that ain't what we all about, we out here workin in a drought
'Bout that paper, 'bout that cabbage, out here hustlin 'til you grab it
Pimp a pimp, you silly rabbit, youse a bun without a tablet
So yo' intellect connect is comin short it out of s___e
Catchin bricks and weed and ace so get the f___ up out my face