Another n*gger in the Morgue lyrics

[Intro: Scarface]
Let me get down when I rock the— the— the—
The sh*t ain't got no f*ckin drums in it, man
Damn, why don't you put some f*ckin drums in the music?
So I can

[Verse 1: Scarface]
Get down to business
I think it's time I paid a little visit
To my run-down neighborhood cemetery
To tally up the people I've buried
Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine
All layin' down in the same line
You sorry motherf*ckers couldn't handle me
I done f*cked up seventeen families
So bring it on if you wanna play, huh
Make my motherf*ckin' day
'Cause you'll be one dead motherf*cker, Black
I'ma put your ass on your back
I won't play no games with ya, boy
You'll just be one more n*gga in the morgue

[Interlude: Scarface]
Yeah, I like that, man, that sh*t sound kinda funky, don't it?
Hahahaha, yo, let me finish this freestyle though, man
Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo
[Verse 2: Scarface]
It's gonna be a killin' after midnight
n*ggas gettin' ready for the big fight
You could say this one's a murder by a lunatic
M11 on your ass, b*tch
Loadin' up my weapons, gettin' ready for
Another street-sweepin' neighborhood drug war
Police come around in a meat wagon
Knowin' that tonight they'll be draggin'
Off motherf*ckers to a six-foot ditch
I hope your insurance paid up, b*tch
'Cause tonight is the night, motherf*cker
Be a good killer or a damn good ducker
'Cause if you ain't, your ass is fallin' to the paint
Bloodshed seems to make a n*gga faint
Not me with a .9 in my hand
I could fall asleep lyin' next to a dead man
You gotta understand me
It's been a vet sorry motherf*cker layin' out dead, see
So if you wanna come, come hard
Or you'll be another n*gga in the morgue

[Interlude: Scarface]
Yeah, you motherf*ckers
You motherf*ckers goin' for bad and sh*t, you know what I'm sayin'?
But you'll be another n*gga in the morgue, motherf*cker
Oh, yo, check this out
[Verse 3: Scarface]
But gettin' back to the bloodbath
You motherf*ckers out there go for bad
That sh*t played out, my brother
I ride by and gun down motherf*ckers
Whether friend or foe, bro
Steppin' on my toes, your ass has gotta go
Now here's how the sh*t took place (How'd it go?)
A n*gga waved a trey-eight in my face (Damn)
Screamin' that sh*t about the Squab Mob
Talkin' big sh*t about the South Park
Said he's gonna stop me
p*ssed off cause I'm down with the 5th Ward posse (Mhm)
The sh*t didn't make me none
I ain't scared of no goddamn gun (My n*gga)
Once I saw a break, I snuck 'em
What about his three boys, man? f*ck 'em
I'll put it on his ass 'cause he's bigger
Then worry about the other three n*ggas
All of them ran to get backup
That's twelve more n*ggas I'ma stack up
Opened up the trunk in a rage
And loaded up my goddamn twelve gauge
If the punk don't keep ya
I'll be forced to hit ya with the street sweeper
Your ass shouldn't a started no static, G
Twelve gunshots automatically
I ain't goin' out like no sucker
I'm goin' out like a crazy motherf*cker
Everybody knows that I ain't got it all
And I don't give a f*ck about none of y'all
Hit three or four in the head
That's three or four n*ggas left for dead
It doesn't pay to check cards
'Cause I'm sendin' motherf*ckers to the morgue (Morgue)