City Under Siege

[ Scarface ] I like to teach the world to be A dope mayn just like me I like to front the world some coke And let them sell for me Born in the ghetto as a street thug At age 16 I started sellin cheap drugs Extacy will cost you three A year later I robbed a dope house and stole a ki 36 is what I count Now multiply 36 with 700 a ounce Bag it up and make my profit But some pussy muthafucka in offices tryin to stop it [ Bushwick Bill ] And the bastard that's stoppin the bus Is the same muthafucka that delivers to us He's payin off the cops Triple-crossin the middle man tryin to give the smaller pusher power [ Willie D ] The politicians are players Reagan and Bush were cuttin tough on Noriega Now the juices are sour Remember politician means schemin for power (You know what a hossa is? That's a pig that don't fly straight) --] Tony Montana [ Scarface ] Now let's go back to the past The motherfucker who needs to be tried is Ronald Reagan's ass Appointed Bush to the C.I.A (That shit was cold Put Noriega on the payroll) All of a sudden shit changed Right after '88 (Yeah, yeah, yeah) Hm - ain't that strange? Some think I'm goin too far But if you wanna go to war, I take you to war [ Bushwick Bill ] They don't care about niggas on welfare As long as their kind ain't there You've got my ki's on a freeze Muthafucka, my city's under siege (Today's special Is ghetto dope) [ Willie D ] Willie D sell out, you can squash that fast Here's a hit and a half for your ass Police brutality is now a formality They're kickin our ass and we're payin their salary [ Scarface ] The average cop with a badge is a bitch Back in high school they used to get their fuckin ass kicked All of a sudden they're snappin necks Puttin niggas in check, makin threats, sayin I'm next [ Willie D ] I laugh at a muthafuckin law man Without the piece, bitch, you're nothin but a raw man You couldn't hang if you were cappin or punchin (So go suck a dick and write or ticket or somethin) [ Scarface ] Can't understand my city's under siege Still the Ak be clockin' g's Got a Coupe De Ville, got a rag and ridin '83s Copper wanna play the Ak Guess they think I'm slangin' crack Motherfuck the 50s, they can't stop me, got my corner back Rocks and rocks and rocks galore I left the cut and then I swore Never be a stupid ass, I'll never leave the cut no more The dope game ain't no joke [ Willie D ] Muthafuckas will die for this, they go for broke Rock houses open and busted And the bitch that got you busted (Was the bitch that you trusted) Pimp on me, and I'll make bail Hunt you down and kick your ass through the goal post of hell (Are you lighter on a female figure?) Hell nah, I fuck her up just like I fuck up a nigga Red, grab the pump (Bill, pass me my nine Now tell em what's on your mind) [ Bushwick Bill ] You goddamn parents are a trip The streets got your babies cause you're full of that bullshit You tell your kids drugs'll fuck up their health And you're geekin your goddamn self But I won't blame it all on you You stupid-ass teachers can suck my dick too I walk around with a smirk Fuck school, fuck curfew, fuck homework And muthafuck a damn cop I never ride down my block without my gun bein cocked You won't get a chance to slay me I won't be an accident like Ida Delaney So when you step out of line (*shots*) I'm goin for mine D.O.A. is how they pronounce you No suspect, no motive, no clue When you hoes say 'stop', I be damned if I freeze I truly believe my city's under siege (Today's special Is ghetto dope)