Scarface - Burn lyrics

rate me

My hands got powder burns I just murdered a man, took his life over nothing if you ask me fuck em, it was him or either me so I saw fit to empty out the clip in this bitch fuck the dumb shit, now do I feel guilt no I don't thing so, light another cigarette, zonin out I sing quotes, streetlight glowin in my rearview watchin, cause I'm paranoid thinkin that I might have been spotted, as I pass by Watkins I relax cause I'm home now, had a funny in the beginning it's gone now, cause we live in a due or die society, you do or either die tryin to do it psychologically,I'm brain dead and I don't give a fuck that's my excuse and I don't need a party just around for me to let loose, you flex cool I catch you then I stretch you, out in front ya door step and vanish like a ghost

I'm a bad mother shut yo mouth, ain't no limit to what I earn, if it ain't money why should I be concerned, burn is what my enemies do, just like weed 120 degrees that's the weeds that's in me. I'm a ghetto boy, that's right everybody knows I'm a G, I'm what you niggas are supposed to be, burn rubber right after I burn a fuck nigga, cigarillo still burnin fuck all ya'll fuck niggas

I got a black book that I ain't got no names in, instead I keep the pictures of craniums I done caved in, no I'm playin I still should have done it, cause a weak motherfucker just makes me sick to my stomach, I keeps it 100, not a game this is real life to die youngs a honor, you get old you live twice, take my advice they got shooters in them hills ya'll, run up over them bushes, watch motherfuckers kill ya'll, this shit is real dog, believe me I got you,lined up in my crosshairs now I shot you, a dead man speaks no words, that's some true shit, courtrooms to hoods, the street lifes ruthless, all love for the dope and dollar signs, no witnesses no motherfuckin crimes, and I'm, living life like I'm dyin tonight, am I crazy you got damn right

I'm a bad mother shut yo mouth, ain't no limit to what I earn, if it ain't money why should I be concerned, burn is what my enemies do, just like weed 120 degrees that's the weeds that's in me. I'm a ghetto boy, that's right everybody knows I'm a G, I'm what you niggas are supposed to be, burn rubber right after I burn a fuck nigga, cigarillo still burnin fuck all ya'll fuck niggas

Thanks to Raymone for correcting these lyrics