Fuck Tony Montana
(专辑: The Height Of Power - 2009)
[ILL Bill:] Fuck Tony Montana, we kill kids If he did. he'd still be alive Al Pacino fucked up twice I'm a
vet but Benny Blanco ain't taking my life I'mma end up on the
beach with my seed in my wife One last hustle, last hoorah, move this last bundle I
caught bodies out here, homie, I
can't fumble Most of my felonies are legendary That's why I
put most of my enemies in cemeteries I
seen visions from beyond the
grave, burning in Hell Screaming in pain to God, begging to be saved This is purgatory, another first-degree murder story They took my kindness for a
weakness and turned it on me That's when I
blacked out, pulling triggers like I
was cracked out Eyes bugging out my head, tapped out Schized the
fuck out, Lōc-ed out, coked out Shottied up, left you soaked the
fuck up and smoked out [Everlast:] Fuck a
motherless child from a
penniless home I'm a
heartless lion with an iron jawbone I'm no Al Capone or Corleone But I've been known to put a
hit out on the
microphone Fuck your time zone, fuck your area code I'll detonate my payload and watch it explode It's a
gangster boogie, it's a
soldier's hustle Little bank take big bank if it got muscle Drugs, money, sex, revolution is next This ain't strong-armed robbery, we got a
small armory Fuck cracks and Glocks, we shooting back at the
cops Deep undercover like we running black ops Battle cry singing, you're on my dick swinging Ain't nobody fucking with this drama I'm bringing Some men are king and some men are peasants So come kiss the
ring, bow down to the
king [Sick Jacken:] I'm from the
double S
till I
drop I
rep the
bubble vest with a
Glock My trouble stem from all the
death on my block The
meth and the
rock got zombie armies set to pop Jail cells are funeral plots, they're stressed in a
box Sick Side harmony is like Jews and Arabs in bombing sprees My hood's the
Gaza Strip, this raw shit's a
part of me A
cult following martyrs me, street life is haunting me constantly Thinking cops with the
friction are trying to slaughter me A
killer's lottery is roulette, not on himself That's when Russians test the
Mexicans and see who's next Hit the
block and you'll catch two TECs Nevermind where you're from, we're reacting cause we preview death Drive-by murder, hit with a
live burner You try to shake a
barrel to buck, it's not heard of You are not everlasting, get Slaine by Ill Bill One Lethal dose of pain and get left on the
Hill [B-Real:] There's so many ways to hustle man, I
got em all locked If you think about touching mine, the
hammer's on cock Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind We never stop the
hustle, get the
paper and fly That's life in the
city, shit is gritty, no it ain't pretty But we on the
grind, homie, if you ain't rolling with me When you against you just an enemy that might be a
cancer So then we're searching to remove your ass, ain't taking no chances In the
darkest places ones with the
unknown faces Cause fire places in hearts of the
rebels you hating You better take a
look and recognise the
monster created I
think we gotta choke em, we just elevated to hatred What you know about survival? Ever struggle to eat? What you know about the
poverty? Ever live on the
street? When there ain't no opportunity trying to make ends meet Then you become what they fear but they fear the
elite [Slaine:] I'm a
DMS soldier, EMS hold ya Now you're knocked the
fuck out, you need a
rest, I
told ya Homie, you don't walk with a
lien on my shoulder Scheming on your dollar, fiending for a
boulder Blue-eyed devil spilling semen on your culture Who am I
to revel, what I'm being is a
vulture On both coasts with the
toast to roast you My soul's so close to approaching hopeless Flow's so dope I
do coke to focus The
angel with the
dust so the
smokers smoke it You loathe how I
roll, it was so ferocious I
know this, I
always had a
prose composure Let the
curtains close cause your shows is over They'll be no more of you posers posing It's raw and uncut, with a
weapon to shoot I'm the
truth for the
youth when I
step in the
booth What?!