Текст песни Scarface f Dr. Dre, Ice Cube, Too $hort - The Untouchable
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Intro: Too $hortMan, what’s up with these niggaz out hereMad at us cause we on topI love to see niggaz gettin moneyBetter get it while the gettin is goodGet it while you can, manAnd stop hatin me, fuckin with my shit cuz I got more hustle than youGet yours, get yours babyVerse One: Dr. DreI’m seeing millions, niggaz dont understandknow what? Im makin moves, puttin cash behind plansto blow up, will he style like thiseveryday I parlay, sip Henne and Tanqueraystay in the mix like AlezayV.I.P., my shit parked valeton the prowl again to get honies familiar with the smile againsome try to assault Dre, its still caviIm eatin steak while they struggle to break the slave mentalityI givin livin definition long as my hearts tickinI fought and made the world listenWhatever fly Dr. Dre invented turn on the box and let my son watch these studio clowns on 60 inchesI push a rover, shit platinum before the sessions overrap master with the Houston heat holderthese playas best to get they shit in checkcuz when I get my hustle on aint no playin with a full deckChorus: Ice CubeLord please, murda my enemies (Yeah)Burn em at a thousand degreesAnd lord please let me make mo cheeseCuz I aint quite ready to leave (No)[repeat 2X]Verse Two: ScarfaceBuck the whole worldmeant that, gotta stay strappedcuz 99.9 a niggaz, carry they gatsSuper fist fightin shit might come down to dyinWhen the time comes down for the tryin I got ninereasons why niggaz shouldnt step in my facewith the nonsense, cause I’m always heated and you can taste thisAudi little something out the seams a my trouserswith no hesitation I got a team to come clown yaI down ya, so let your people know what they face with the type of individual thatll bomb a sub-stationKaboom! and everybody dies outsidethere aint no escapin the Reaper so dont tryGo ahead, close ya eyes, who the next to step?Face down, hit, bleedin on the steps a deathCheck yo self, you just been invaded by true soldiersDecember 31st, 96 (the game is over)Chorus(I’ve got all my life to live, plus with all my love to give)Verse Three: Dr. Dre, Scarface Smokin weed I never trail, I leadspendin dough, tripped the cost of a ride like it was pocket money, Gsbut these are the things real playas do talkin shit is real things that the hatas doI’m namin youshit’s thick, its time to run for shelterI kept the word, things could happen to marks like it was helter skelterDear diary, I’m runnin outta pagesFadin, in and out, takin purple hazesThe dazes, Revelations in the last stagesRed skys institute, the silent horns playinIm prayin with tears in my eyesCuz Im tryin to make it into eternal peace without dyinBut they eyein my bank account with beams on my roverthe killa failed to launch his attack (the game is over)Chorus