Scarface - It's Not A Game lyrics
rate me<BR>
<i>[Scarface]</i><br>
It's danger in the streets these days<br>
Man how the fuck am I gon' keep me paid?<br>
Believe me mayne; if I got to die I got to go<br>
This was all never sure cause danger life I know<br>
It was all about the diamond chains, or the ride and bank<br>
Smoke and listen to the Isleys sang<br>
Would I ride the same? Dawg, probably not<br>
Laid back reminiscin on the times I shot<br>
Dare all motherfuckers trippin in them parkin lots<br>
If it was war niggaz wanted it was war they got<br>
I'm a nigga, a real nigga, a quick thanker<br>
that would hesitate to aim and see the chamber<br>
Discharge the cartridges that the hollow-point came from<br>
You can hide but you cain't run<br>
Yeah, and he just started what can not be stopped<br>
And fucked up cause you were thinkin you could not be got<br>
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<i>[Chorus: repeat 2X]</i><br>
This is not a game<br>
Niggaz want a lifestyle with finer thangs<br>
Hustlin to come up on these diamond chains, diamond rangs<br>
Runnin on the daily out here tryin to slang<br>
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<i>[Scarface]</i><br>
Now analyzin all the wrong I've done<br>
I'm surprised I ain't dead I guess the good die young<br>
I put a hole in a nigga head, fuck why run<br>
from a lazy motherfucker cause he flashed his gun<br>
We ain't cut from the same shit, nigga I'm a shooter<br>
If I show I got a pistol best believe I'ma shoot a<br>
stupid motherfucker down, shoot a motherfucker down<br>
Chalk his ass in the dirt with a bullet in his mouth<br>
And I won't lose sleep cause when it come time for me to pay the piper<br>
Fuck it, I've been tryin to meet<br>
Yeah~! So please believe that when it's time to show<br>
I'll be ready with my arms crossed, dyin to go<br>
And I won't shed tears, I'm respected here<br>
And you won't hear things you'd expect to hear<br>
I rejected fear; and I don't wanna be another second here<br>
But the question is, is he lettin me live?<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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<i>[Scarface]</i><br>
Right here the pros and cons<br>
Cause life's way deeper than the frozen arm<br>
They might streetsweep you if you're holdin on<br>
My Sunday School teacher taught us Job in songs, another soul is gone<br>
She couldn't have told me shit<br>
Cause all I wanna do right here is fold me grip<br>
And she talks to me in codes and all I know is bricks<br>
Learn how to rock me up an O I coulda sold for six, instead she sold me tricks<br>
So now I plead my case<br>
The cops all on me tryin to bleed my safe<br>
My pops all on me tryin to squeeze my face<br>
But I'm not gon' squeal so I'ma need my space, back up I need my space<br>
Momma ain't raised no rat<br>
The word got back and niggaz paid for that<br>
Yo' ass got served and never made it back<br>
Your ass had birds a nigga laid you flat, and then he raid your stack<br>
That's how the game is played<br>
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<i>[Chorus]</i><br>
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