They b*tches lyrics

by

Scarface


[Introduction]
Killa'
Bullet in the head
Know what I'm sayin'?
Scarface, Willie D, the G.B
It don't stop (It don't stop)

[ Verse 1: Scarface ]
The heavy hitters from the Hou, Tex, back in effect
Even rougher than ever, what the f*ck did you expect?
The G.B. to apologize?
For never givin' a f*ck?
Hittin' muthaf*ckas up
Still the rawest in this street thing, I reek game
Stayin' high as a f*ck, in a Bentley bumpin' Sweet Thing
And we came to reincarnate the real
Hardcore gangsta sh*t for y'all, still
Goin' insane, puttin' a bullet in ya brain
Leavin' you shocked, f*ckin' the world like Pac
Settin' n*ggas up like Puerto Ricans to stop breathin'
'Cause destiny caught up with yo ass and got even
And I'm seein', your whole family ripped apart
Follow in the steps of a n*gga with no heart
I'm suicidal, manic depressive, seekin' guidance
I speak to shrinks, every week but she's lyin'
And I am, on the verge of settin' off the war
f*ck the police (dump them b*tches in they car)
[ Hook: Scarface ]
'Cause the police is b*tches
The n*ggas is b*tches
The b*tches is b*tches
The politicians is b*tches
The b*tches is b*tches
The n*ggas is b*tches
The police is b*tches
The b*tches is b*tches
The politicians is b*tches
KKK, they b*tches
Aight

[ VERSE 2: Willie D ]
Die muthaf*cka, die muthaf*cka, die muthaf*cka
That's the message, to the b*tches in the white dresses
I got some sh*t to make the room rock
If you don't wanna feel the pain, you'll keep your asses in the boondocks
Dumb muthaf*ckas with your pickup trucks (Pickup trucks)
Gay muthaf*ckas jammin' sticks up butts
I shoot your asses in the guts and leave your brains ON THE WINDSHIELD
You muthaf*ckas shoulda BEEN killed!

[ VERSE 3: Scarface ]
Murder-murder, murder, kill a muthaf*cka still
Watchin' the military blowin' b*tches up at will
On the brink of startin' World War III, f*ck peace
'Cause to me, an A to a K spells relief
Blow this muthaf*cka up, (Yeah) f*ck Sadam
Sneak up on his ass with a rifle, f*ck a bomb
Remember 'Nam? n*ggas got killed in Desert Storm
When the well-being of my kids are at stake: Now alarm, heavily armed
[ VERSE 4: Willie D ]
Muthaf*ck the judge, the jury, and the prosecutor
Diverted Judah, I smoke Buddha, and roll with shooters
War-recruiters, the type of n*ggas that'll run you down
Pistol-whip you in front of your family and gun you down
With no compassion n*ggas be blastin' and blastin'
And blastin', like hospice n*ggas be passin'
We mashin' on muthaf*ckas tired of breathin'
n*ggas get even, leavin' your loved ones grievin'
f*ckin' with heathens, the graveyard be your residence
I don't give a f*ck if you the goddamn President
It's evident I'm a survivalist
Two in the back of the head is what my rivals get
Child molesters, I hate them muthaf*ckas, let's kill em
Embalming fluid, fill em, for f*ckin' with our children
Blood-spill-'em along with the deadbeat dads
We needs to straight check they ass
Cause they b*tches

[ Hook: Scarface ]
The police is b*tches
The n*ggas is b*tches
The b*tches is b*tches
The politicians is b*tches
The b*tches is b*tches
The n*ggas is b*tches
The police is b*tches
The b*tches is b*tches
The politicians is b*tches
KKK, they b*tches
Aight
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