Pass The Itchy-Scarface

歌手 : Scarface

专辑 : My Homies, Pt. 2

语种 : 英语

时长 : 03:12

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TXT Pass The Itchy-Scarface 文本歌词

Artist：scarface

Songs Title：pass the itchy

Playa Face Mob got fiyah

（Squab wit de bumba claat wanna run up on me）

Pass the itchy to the lefthand side

F**kin wit me fi sho' the niggy gon' die

Don't miss ya water 'til ya well run dry

Pass the itchy to the lefthand side

See now slang don't stop my game come cocked

Scarface back at'cha fin' to lock down your block

Easy now lil' homey you don't wanna start static

Cause you know I come equipped I got niggaz with automatics

And these niggaz they keep they game face on

Have your momma singin the same ol' song

Of how you lived so fast and you died so wrong

But since you ready to ride then come on

Gangsta live it breathe it and sh*t it

Makin for motherf**kin sure you don't forget it

I'm a Southside rider anybody killer

Guarantee ya don't wanna f**k with this ni**a

Now who wanna test me then come on come test

F**kin with me ni**a you f**kin with the best

Grab ahold to the tec put a hole in your chest

Grab your a** by the neck then lay your soul to rest

I been be's on a ni**a put these on a ni**a

Squeeze on a ni**a now ease on ni**a

'Fore you get peed on ni**a you know what I'm about

I'm a ni**a from the ghetto comin straight out the South

Keep my name out your mouth 'fore I pop up at your house

Put a bullet in your spouse and set a flame and bounce

I'm the wrong ni**a to deal with cause I be on some real sh*t

Worst one to play with so careful what you say b**ch

Y'all be on some gay sh*t my heart pump the G sh*t

Don't start sh*t won't be sh*t cause I'll expose your weakness

With a gun at the playground makin niggaz lay down

And your a** like stay down the f**k you gotta say now

Niggaz is silent when the pistol's in they face

And the barrel's in they teeth and they breathin the oily taste

And the reaper's standin over ya heavin can hardly wait

For the heathen to squeeze it and leave you leanin on the gates