Scarface ft. Bun B, Z-Ro Bitch Nigga Lyrics

Album: b____ and My Word

[Talking]
n____ don't act like he don't know who I'm talkin' bout

(Fifty-Cent piece drops on table)
[Coinciding With 50 Cent's Intro on 'Get Rich Or Die Tryin']

[Scarface]
It's your worst day, run and tell somebody
It's your worst day.
It's your worst day, run and tell somebody
It's your worst day.

What it is?, n____!
You don't wanna get involved with this here, n____!
Is you a b____ n____?, you a b____ n____!
Look at yourself and then a___yze me!
This m_________ing G
It's the flossy, you got girl draws and
Girl flaws and, a braud n____!
I peeped your whole hand when you came in
I'm a man and I hang men
Play the game to win
All mission play on ten
Scarface 'finna do it again
Mash you n____, stash them n____s
Don't make me upstrap and blast you n____s
Once again, it's a only if you must I do it
Lock you in my scope and blast your a__ through it
I'ma poet
The image and the style that you used to
Cuz you don't keep it real like you used to
A O.G., S.A., fool to the hole fa'sho
So n____s slow your m_________ing roll
'Fore I come through with the same M-11
The Feds took from me, and shoot you in yo m_________ing stomach

[Chorus: Scarface]
You a Snitch n____, when you rat on yo friends
b____ n____, when you still be in pads with yo kin
You'z a Snitch n____, running when the drama go's down
You was ballin' at first what happened to the man in the south
You a Snitch n____, specializin' at b__pin' ya gums
b____ n____, countin' on ya bricks but all I see is crumbs
Snitch n____, ain't you tired of running your mouth
And you can go home, 'fore the Devil run in your house

[Verse: Z-Ro]
Now snitch fellas get up under my skin
That's why I don't mess with friends
Unless it's my Mac-10
I'm the king of the ghetto, Z-Ro the crooked in the flesh
Looking for head shots, cuz b____ fellas get the bullet-proof vests
What you scared for?
What happened to all the tough a__ talk
The way you was b__pin', I thought you had a taste for asphalt
Look at momma's baby out here starvin' for his a__
Whippin', chiefin', with a magician then drippin' out his a__, listen
I'll be d___ed if I pull a rabbit out a hat
Well pull my 40 out of holster, and do this snitch fella on his back
WHOA!, look how I handled this .44
My conscience be screaming Z-Ro Murder Mo!, Murder Mo!
And these snitch fellas on "How I'm Living" try snitchin' on "BET"
But got a restraining order against "Murder I-N-C"
This how we ride, and ain't never gon' make a switch dude
Z-Ro the Crooked, I'll be d___ed if I be a snitch fool

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Bun B]
It's Bun B I go back-a like "Atlanta Black Crackers"
I back-slap a, back-packer, from here to Cakalacka{Carolina's}
Wack cracka, short stopper or dope beginner
b____ I ain't ya chicken hitter, bring the heater get you wetter(get you
wetter)
We can flip the caliber magnum hanger
Step a bear off in his chest, you better hope I don't land one
If I c___ the b____ back..aim it at your chest
It'll be piece before they even find the pieces to your vest
We relievers of ya stress..ease ya fame
Put this pistol in your mouth, you better lead them treason games
Now when ya momma warned ya about
Bun and he's insane
Kill a kid over a quarter, who just keeps plain
Now watch this kids plain, 'fore you f___in with the triller
Z-Ro the young guerilla
And Face the born killa
(b____ n____)
Bend around in the dark for dough
(b____ n____)
You here the sounds you spark for the floor

[Chorus]