City Under Siege lyrics

[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 pus*y muthaf*cka in offices tryin to stop it

[Bushwick Bill]
And the bast*rd that's stoppin the bus
Is the same muthaf*cka 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 chazzer is?
That's a pig that don't fly straight) -- Tony Montana

[Scarface]
Now let's go back to the past
The motherf*cker who needs to be tried is Ronald Reagan's ass
Appointed Bush to the C.I.A
(That sh*t was cold
Put Noriega on the payroll)
All of a sudden sh*t 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 n*ggas on welfare
As long as their kind ain't there

[Scarface]
You've got my ki's on a freeze
Muthaf*cka, 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 b*tch
Back in high school they used to get their f*ckin ass kicked
All of a sudden they're snappin necks
Puttin n*ggas in check, makin threats, sayin I'm next

[Willie D]
I laugh at a muthaf*ckin law man
Without the piece, b*tch, you're nothin but a raw man
You couldn't hang if you were cappin or punchin
(So go suck a di*k 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
Motherf*ck 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]
Muthaf*ckas will die for this, they go for broke
Rock houses open and busted
And the b*tch that got you busted
(Was the b*tch 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 f*ck her up just like I f*ck up a n*gga
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 bullsh*t
You tell your kids drugs'll f*ck 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 di*k too
I walk around with a smirk
f*ck school, f*ck curfew, f*ck homework
And muthaf*ck a damn cop
I never ride down my block without my gun bein c*cked
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)