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In world today, officials agree that
Rapper Brad Jordan alias Scarface must be
After being monitored by secret service for two years
Evidence leads Tobacco and Arms officials to believe
That his literally dope lyrics promote drug usage and

Degrade women, influence gambling, promote and teach
And importantly it's influencing our minors
And our communities
Officials say, "He's the Lord of rap
And his must be stopped"

We got this motherfucker on a mission
Now the, whole entire
Gotta try to up with a quick decision
They claim we to society
And now they on the government
To try and make somebody

For the bullshit they to me
Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done for that
I've even seen white folks from River go get the gat

So why you tryin' kick some up
America's been always known for blaming us for they fuck-ups
And we always considered evil
Now tryin' to bust our only code of communicating with our people

Let's peep the game from a angle
Matt Dillon pulled his pistol every time him and someone
So criticize me for the shit you see
On your TV that rates worse PG
bring your ass to where they got me
So you can feel the hand of the dead

Nigga don't that song, that nigga's wrong
don't live that long

So now they tryin'
And black folks in white coats to infiltrate our
So now they tryin'
And sendin' folks in white coats to infiltrate our
So so now tryin' separation
And sendin' folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation
Tappin' into our conversation, saying the message they give
Bring forth or

So David's got a mag
While listenin' to Brad, David mad and kills his dad
Duke's got a shotgun
So why you get upset I got a tisk, task
A niggas ass shot in the by a cop, close casket

An and shut situation
Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my
If you dig me, than nigga you can sue me
Because the shit that I be sayin' ain't worse than no western
Don't blame me your man Gotti
So you can feel the hand of the dead

don't believe that song, that nigga's wrong
Gangstas live that long

You best to your mine before I free my nine
And fuckin' with the void in pop or feel my hot rocks
bang, boom boom, ping ping I'm the black
White gat a magazine and don't know how to act

I'll attack and make you
Down with Kahlid Muhammad
Do he got a brother, I'm it now
I'm the illest kill this house nigga Don Cornelius
Can you this?

You punk niggas me sick
on the devil's dick scared of revolution
Need to start
Houston is the place I caught a
Houston is the place I a case
Houston is the place I a case

Them motherfuckers tried to put a on my face
But I bust two to the gut
To the Reverend Butts gotta pair of nuts?
I started this shit in 86
Now you dissin' me for publicity, isn't he a hoe to the third

I'm a G who to scrap a lot, down with rap a lot
And I stop, won't stop
So fuck Bill and Ice Cube their ain't no killin' me
Ice Cube, Scarface, droppin' on these out niggas, doing it like this

Nigga believe that song, that nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that