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DJ Kay Slay

Face Off

 

Face Off

(album: The Streetsweeper Vol. 2: The Pain From The Game - 2004)


[Ghostface Killah (Scarface):]
Yeah, this Tony Starks
Scarface, yeah, we about to switch faces
(It's going down) Yeah Kay Slay
(Right here, right here tonight dawg)
(Face Mob in New York City)
(Huh, holla atcho goddamn boy!)
(Don't fuck with me, don't get this shit crunk up in here, Kay!)
(Cause you know I'mma goddamn fool with this shit)

[Scarface:]
I'm creating a masterpiece for niggas
Doing it Kay Slay, all day, ev'y day, steady up in the 12 gauge
I'm fucking your house up, you and your spouse up
You open your mouth up, guarantee you I douce ya
Have 'em writing about ya, daily I'm in the papers for doubting a motherfucker
Stanking the speculation, you want it, you got it, baby
I'm at you a lifetime, the nigga washing your window shorten your lifeline
You're fucking with white wine, I'm fucking with nitrate
I'm emotionless when I get 'em, a nigga with ice veins
Ain't impressed with status or jewelry, I'm on some street shit
Don't believe in sit in front of a jury, that's weak shit
You talk it, you gotta live it, I live it, that's why I speak it
Exposing these niggas weakness', Kay I got 'em sleeping
Reality, fuck a record, don't believe in disrespecting
And niggas will be to see you while your people got you rested'
I'm reckless

[Ghostface Killah:]
Mama used to take trips to face to face
Now it's face-to-face, Ghost & Face, Scar & Slay
We gon' walk the path that mama laid
We fail, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave

I remember busting out the house from police ducking the vans
With them taped-up broken revolvers stuck to my pants
That was '88, around the time of Slick Rick era
Day to day, rolled chains with them thick knit sweaters
Who gives a fuck what the D.A. say, they wanna see me pay
Motherfucker this is G.F.K.!
I settle crimes with metal 9s and I ain't gonna stop
'Til your brains all over the street like yellow lines
Marshmellow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones
Acknowledge the throne, it's Pretty Tone
I'm legendary and compared to my work on the strip, y'all secondary
I'm hitting these fiends lovely, my shit be extra heavy
Like construction workers in Timbs, and plus they two box
Two Glocks incase I gotta bump a few cops off
You know how we do in Staten Island, this is Gaten Island, nigga
Not a non-violence sticker

Mama used to take trips to face to face
Now it's face-to-face, Ghost & Face, Scar & Slay
We gon' walk the path that mama laid
We fail, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave

[Scarface:]
I gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed
You took your shit, nigga, lay in your bed
Who'd ever thought this nigga that we sat down at our table and fed
Would roll on the street and on with the feds
I used to love this nigga
Now I roll around with a mask and a strap and a grudge for that nigga
Fucking with me, this adds the fuel to the fire
And I'm about to snap that wire!

[Ghostface Killah:]
We want them new 20s and 100s, Ziplock money
Y'all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did
And we going all out like Hussein's sons did
We sticking niggas like New York cops with plungers
So take some advice, there's three bears
Cashmere down with 12 gauges under the table
Slay got the shotty, ain't that your label
And them other two bears, yo, theys the one that paid you buddy!

Mama used to take trips to face to face
Now it's face-to-face, Ghost & Face, Scar & Slay
We gon' walk the path that mama laid
We fail, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave

[*gunshots*]

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