Lyrical Breakdown of Mr. Scarface, Pt. 3: The Final Chapter - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Scarface weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Mr. Scarface, Pt. 3: The Final Chapter" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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Ay, shit, yeah, now that's, that, that, that, this
This is some, um, what we gon' call this one here?
Fuck it, let's call it, um, some, some, some old
School Scarface freestylin', you know what I'm sayin'?
Yeah, aww shit, I finna freestyle in
This bitch, you know what I'm sayin'?
Check it out
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pushin' rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayne
But now I'm up against some more shit
Because the five-ohs done jumped in my face with some hoe shit
Tried to mix a nigga up in a homicide
Said I shot a motherfucker in his mama's ride
I ain't the nigga in the trench coat
I don't push rocks on the block, I deal the big dope
I ain't the nigga on the mic that done said he quit
But I'll be damned if I get popped for some petty shit
That's why I move the real chickens
So if I'm goin' down I'm comin' home on a meal ticket
'Cause in this game you can't boss shit
Do your dirt on the cool, so they can't say they saw shit
So when the motherfuckers step up with that 'he say'
You can tell them hoes to hit the freeway
'Cause I ain't touchin' shit with my own hands
I leave the dirt to be done by the next man
And count my money when they push it off
I wonder if the dope game is still bein' good to y'all
'Cause in the past four years, yo
I done clocked more cash sellin' dope than them white folks
That's the reason why they upset
And always tryin' to mix a nigga up in some fuck shit
But I'm a killer comin' at ya
Mr. Scarface part three, nigga, the final chapter
Hehehe, just freestylin' in the studio, though
Where is Scarface, where is Scarface?
Here I am, here I am
How much do you make, sir?
I don't, nigga, what the fuck is you talkin' 'bout how much I make?
Hahahaha, fuck you
I'm in the South Park, peepin' out the territory
Finna set up shop just like in every story
So I went and out the backside
And let the niggas do they work, and me, I'm kickin' back right
And layin' low in the next section
Got a fully automatic M11 for my protection
Everything is goin' smooth as planned
I gots to try to fool the man
'Cause if I'm caught I'm doin' ten flat
So I'm gettin' it while the gettin's good, nigga, fuck that
'Cause if I fall short, nigga, then I'm ass out
And then we'll see what the judge try to pass out
I see some niggas we competin' with
It's goin' down tonight in the village and I can see the shit
So I'm on the telephone callin' up the squad
Get your shit together, nigga, we finna mob
Before I hung up the phone niggas was lettin' loose
I grabbed my shit, and tried to find my bulletproof
But fuck it, niggas ain't goin' for the chest shot
They startin' off with a head shot
So if I gotta die then I gotta die, nigga
And when I fall on my ass don't ask me why, nigga
It was just my time and the man came to get me
And fuck it, plus a bullet hit me
A straight niggaro subtracter
Mr. Scarface part three, motherfucker, the final chapter
The final chapter for real
Yep, hehe, I gotta, um
Shit, I guess I better talk about a broad then, huh?
Before I close this motherfucker off, right?
Check it out
Later on, all alone, sat around the house layin' low
Waitin' for these niggas to jump so I can buck a hoe
And just like I expected
A bitch came by and a G wanted to get naked
Now shit's gettin' hectic
The situation's lookin' grim, so yo, I gots to check it
Clean those straps, all the other shit
I'm fuckin' one hoe, and in comes another bitch
So now I'm jack-bonin' two hoes
Who's the nigga in the camisole? Fuck nigga, who knows?
She musta knew the bitch that I was fuckin' with
And plus I'm strapped, and she was suckin' dick
Up and down with a smooth stroke
Takin' nine inches of this dick like a deep throat
The other bitch was involved in the masturbation
Oh shit, now I'm ejaculatin'
I let loose and they was fightin' for the white shit
I got a rubber, tryin' to make my pipe fit
I finally made the cock crack
The bitch pulled a 30-30, and shoved it up my back
Then some niggas came out with a chainsaw
And tried to hack my motherfuckin' brains off
These bitches set me up, y'all
Pussy, a nigga's quickest downfall
I couldn't do shit except take it like a man
But if I live, it's on again
But I wanted a quick peace
So I put down my piece, and end up put down deceased
She put the rifle to my motherfuckin' head
Mr. Scarface is, nah, fuck that shit
Haha, you know what I'm sayin'?
Well, punch the beat in, haha