Two to the Head lyrics

[Intro: Scarface]
"Ladies and gentlemen...
Ladies and gentlemen... let's get together
And give a great big round of applause to
To a new group..." [Scarface laughing so loud sample is obscured]
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh sh*t
Scarface is on the mix
So yo, suck a n*gga di*k
Or make a n*gga rich, or somethin, b*tch

[Verse 1: Scarface]
See I come from the place known as the South Park Zone
Talkin sh*t ain't in the clique, and take your punk ass home
Cause I'm the type of n*gga down, chump
Hit you in the chest with a motherf*ckin tec and watch you jump
So die motherf*ckers die motherf*ckers die
Look deep into the eyes of a killer smokin' fry
One n*gga you can't f*ck wit
Cause I'm a born killer with the mind of a lunatic
So bring in bodybags when I start bangin
Cause I'm leavin motherf*ckers laid out, with they brains hangin
Straight gettin down for mine
And I'll f*ck up a b*tch, cause I don't mind dyin'
So feel me drill me, put a bullet in my head, but yo
You can't kill me, cause I'm already dead
Scarface goin psycho, yeah
Play pus*y, get f*cked and take two to your head
[Verse 2: Bushwick Bill]
I'm Bushwick Bill, but call me Chuckie
5th Ward hard b*tch, play hero and buck me
Cause I'm known to pull your skull out
Grip a motherf*cker by his neck and gouge his f*ckin eyes out
I'm insane by a longshot, hey
Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Lee Ray
A short n*gga with some lonnnnng nuts
Drop you dead in your bed now I'm ready for a long f*ck
Necromance that ass for a minute
And split that motherf*ckin clique when I'm finished
You punk b*tches be retreatin
Freddy and Jason runnin home with their mouths bleedin
So welcome to the Slaughterhouse, champ
5th Ward Texas, Chuckie's Concentration Camp
You punk motherf*ckers fled
And those who didn't make it got two to the f*ckin head

[Verse 3: Ice Cube]
Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, come again
Two to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they ass till the end
With my pistol, runnin from Da Lench Mob
Is How You Survive in South Central
Kick the instrumental, run and get your bigger crew
Cause it's Judgment Day, and Ice Cube is Termin*gga 2
Pow pow buck buck pow buck
Your name is Stucky Mack, now you realize that you're f*cked
Two to the brain, I leave a migraine
Have you droolin like a vegetable, but you're not edible
It's the incredible, buck your ass from head to toe
Audi 5000, don't wait for the Feds to show
Cause they'll have me go up, up the river
Where the white boys'll try to make a n*gga
Walk, walk the plank, got the shank, hide the tape
Around the handle, gotta let em know what I stand for
In the chow line, now is the time
See the trustee, walk up from behind
Real quick shank shank, leave his ass red
Motherf*cker dead, from two to the head
[Verse 4: Kool G Rap]
See where I come from the crime rate only rises
The murderers disguise in all ages shapes and sizes
b*tches picked up and di*ked up, n*ggas they gettin stuck up
Give up what you got, or get your ass shot the f*ck up
Run 'em down and gun 'em down, yeah that's how we do it
n*ggas get killed, and then filled with embalming fluid
Step to the n*ggas that I'm checkin
Pull out the tec and I reckon you'll get murdered in a second
Bang with the nine, boom with the pound
Motherf*ckers are fallin and crawlin on the ground
Snitches get stitches, b*tches that act snotty
Inside the parties even the hotties get turned to bodies
Now I heard, they got other places that's similar
But I represent New York, you f*ck around I'm killin ya
A whole block of cops patrollin when I'm rollin
And if my pockets are swollen you know somebody's sh*t got stolen
Yeah you n*ggas get ripped, when my clip, goes in the
S-M-I-T-H W-E-Double-S-O-N
Or the reliable revolver
And like I said before, it's the motherf*ckin problem solver
So bring it on n*gga, get brave
It's plenty motherf*ckers gettin sent to early graves
Cause when a n*gga gets fed
Then all you motherf*ckers get two to the f*ckin head