(feat. Z-Ro)
My hands got powder burns I just murdered a man, took his life over nothing if you ask me mother f*ck em, it was him or either me so I sold 50 empty out the clip in this bitch f*ck the dumb shit, now do I feel guilt no I don't thing so, light another cigarette, zonin out I think so, streetlight shinin through my rearview watchin, cause I'm paranoid thinkin that I might have been spotted, as I pass by watchin I relax cause I'm home now, had a funny at the beginning it's gone now, cause we live in a due or die society, you do or either die tryin to do it sycologicly, I'm brain dead and I don't give a f*ck that's my excuse and I don't need an audience around for me to let loose, you let loose I catch you then I stretch you, album front ya do steepin vanish like a ghost
I'm a bad mother shut yo mouth, ain't no limit to what I earn, if it ain't money why should I be concerned, burn is what my enemies do, just like weed 223 reasons to bleed, yes indeed, I'm a ghetto boy, that's right everybody knows I'm a G, I'm what you niggas are supposed to be, burn rubber right after I burn a f*ck nigga, f*ck all ya'll f*ck niggas
I got a black book that I ain't got no names in, instead I keep the pictures of craniums I done caved in, no I'm playin I still should have done it, cause a weak motherf*cker just makes me sick to my stomach, I keeps it 100, not a game this is real life to die youngs a honor, you get old you live twice, take my advice they got shooters in them hills ya'll, run up over them bushes, watch motherf*ckers kill ya'll, this shit is real dog, believe me I got you, mind duck in my cross hand now I shoot you, a dead man speaks no words, that's some true shit, courtrooms to hoods, the streetlifes roofless, all love for the dope and dollar signs, no witnesses no motherf*ckin crimes, and I'm, living life like I'm dyin tonight, am I crazy you got damn right
I'm a bad mother shut yo mouth, ain't no limit to what I earn, if it ain't money why should I be concerned, burn is what my enemies do, just like weed 223 reasons to bleed, yes indeed, I'm a ghetto boy, that's right everybody knows I'm a G, I'm what you niggas are supposed to be, burn rubber right after I burn a f*ck nigga, f*ck all ya'll f*ck niggas
Scarface - Burn Lyrics
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(feat. Z-Ro)
My hands got powder burns I just murdered a man, took his life over nothing if you ask me mother f*ck em, it was him or either me so I sold 50 empty out the clip in this bitch f*ck the dumb shit, now do I feel guilt no I don't thing so, light another cigarette, zonin out I think so, streetlight shinin through my rearview watchin, cause I'm paranoid thinkin that I might have been spotted, as I pass by watchin I relax cause I'm home now, had a funny at the beginning it's gone now, cause we live in a due or die society, you do or either die tryin to do it sycologicly, I'm brain dead and I don't give a f*ck that's my excuse and I don't need an audience around for me to let loose, you let loose I catch you then I stretch you, album front ya do steepin vanish like a ghost
I'm a bad mother shut yo mouth, ain't no limit to what I earn, if it ain't money why should I be concerned, burn is what my enemies do, just like weed 223 reasons to bleed, yes indeed, I'm a ghetto boy, that's right everybody knows I'm a G, I'm what you niggas are supposed to be, burn rubber right after I burn a f*ck nigga, f*ck all ya'll f*ck niggas
I got a black book that I ain't got no names in, instead I keep the pictures of craniums I done caved in, no I'm playin I still should have done it, cause a weak motherf*cker just makes me sick to my stomach, I keeps it 100, not a game this is real life to die youngs a honor, you get old you live twice, take my advice they got shooters in them hills ya'll, run up over them bushes, watch motherf*ckers kill ya'll, this shit is real dog, believe me I got you, mind duck in my cross hand now I shoot you, a dead man speaks no words, that's some true shit, courtrooms to hoods, the streetlifes roofless, all love for the dope and dollar signs, no witnesses no motherf*ckin crimes, and I'm, living life like I'm dyin tonight, am I crazy you got damn right
I'm a bad mother shut yo mouth, ain't no limit to what I earn, if it ain't money why should I be concerned, burn is what my enemies do, just like weed 223 reasons to bleed, yes indeed, I'm a ghetto boy, that's right everybody knows I'm a G, I'm what you niggas are supposed to be, burn rubber right after I burn a f*ck nigga, f*ck all ya'll f*ck niggas
My hands got powder burns I just murdered a man, took his life over nothing if you ask me mother f*ck em, it was him or either me so I sold 50 empty out the clip in this bitch f*ck the dumb shit, now do I feel guilt no I don't thing so, light another cigarette, zonin out I think so, streetlight shinin through my rearview watchin, cause I'm paranoid thinkin that I might have been spotted, as I pass by watchin I relax cause I'm home now, had a funny at the beginning it's gone now, cause we live in a due or die society, you do or either die tryin to do it sycologicly, I'm brain dead and I don't give a f*ck that's my excuse and I don't need an audience around for me to let loose, you let loose I catch you then I stretch you, album front ya do steepin vanish like a ghost
I'm a bad mother shut yo mouth, ain't no limit to what I earn, if it ain't money why should I be concerned, burn is what my enemies do, just like weed 223 reasons to bleed, yes indeed, I'm a ghetto boy, that's right everybody knows I'm a G, I'm what you niggas are supposed to be, burn rubber right after I burn a f*ck nigga, f*ck all ya'll f*ck niggas
I got a black book that I ain't got no names in, instead I keep the pictures of craniums I done caved in, no I'm playin I still should have done it, cause a weak motherf*cker just makes me sick to my stomach, I keeps it 100, not a game this is real life to die youngs a honor, you get old you live twice, take my advice they got shooters in them hills ya'll, run up over them bushes, watch motherf*ckers kill ya'll, this shit is real dog, believe me I got you, mind duck in my cross hand now I shoot you, a dead man speaks no words, that's some true shit, courtrooms to hoods, the streetlifes roofless, all love for the dope and dollar signs, no witnesses no motherf*ckin crimes, and I'm, living life like I'm dyin tonight, am I crazy you got damn right
I'm a bad mother shut yo mouth, ain't no limit to what I earn, if it ain't money why should I be concerned, burn is what my enemies do, just like weed 223 reasons to bleed, yes indeed, I'm a ghetto boy, that's right everybody knows I'm a G, I'm what you niggas are supposed to be, burn rubber right after I burn a f*ck nigga, f*ck all ya'll f*ck niggas
Writer: MATT JOHNSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group