Incarcerated Scarfaces

[Skit] – He looks determined without being ruthless. Something heroic in his manner. There's a courage about him. Doesn't look like a killer. Comes across so calm. Acts like he has a dream. Full of passion – You don't trust me, huh? – Well, you know why – I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway [Intro] Knock niggas out the box all the time. Bitches know my mothafuckin' repertoire, big one. Yeah, mothafucka, straight up, fuck your whole team. Take care of B.I., Chef. Yeah, bust it, fly G.I. niggas [Hook] Now, yo! Yo, what up? Your time is running out It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces [Verse 1] Thug-related style attract millions, fans They understand my plan, who's the kid up in the green Land? Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised Fake be fronting, hourglass heads niggas be wanting Shutting down your slot, time for pumping Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump? Dough be flowing by the hour's, Wu, we got the collars Scholars, Word Life, peace to Power and my whole unit Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut [Hook] [Verse 2] Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable Real niggas raise up, spend your money, argue But this time is for the uninvited Go 'head and rhyme to it, bitch nigga mics is getting fired Morphine chicks be burning like chlorine Niggas recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene But hold up, Moet be tasting like throw-up My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up You never had no wins, sliding in these dens With Timbs, with Mac-10's and broke friends You got guns? Got guns too, what up, son Do, you wanna battle for cash and see who's Sun Tzu? I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggas Who fax, niggas' lyrics is wack, nigga Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank busting Scud missles You rolling like Trump, you get your meat lumped For real, it's just slang rap democracy Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees Check the status, soon to see me at, Caesar's Palace eating salads We beating mics sending ki's to Dallas I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell From where we at to my man's cell From staircase to stage, minimun wage But soon to get a article in Rap Page But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac Bank account fat, it's going down like that And pardon the French but let me speak Italian Black Stallion, wildling on Shaolin That means the island of Staten And niggas carry gats and mad police from Manhattan [Hook] [Verse 3] I do this for barber shop niggas in the Plaza Catching asthma, Rae is sticking gun-flashers Well-dressed, skating through the projects with big ones Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs Switch like a chameleon, hit Brazilians Pass the cash or leave your children, leave the building Niggas, yo, they be folding like envelopes Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke Yo, Africans denying niggas up in yellow cabs Must be like funk, waving they arms, to Arabs Sit back, cooling like Kahlua's on rocks On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots You bitches who fuck dreads on Sudafeds Pussy's hurting, they did it for a yard for the Feds Word up cousin? Nigga, I seen it Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it [Hook]