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And Yo Lyrics - Last Of A Dying Breed - Scarface

I got a headache this big 

 

Word up, word up, word up 

It's kinda hot in here 

Word up, word up, word up 

Funk Doc, word up, Scarface, yo, yo 

 

It can't be 

P, P, P, knuckleheads on parole without a GED 

BBC, abroad, goldenrods out the fo' 

I strip ya down to ya optimo, cigars 

 

I pull cards like Vegas, clap my hands then walk away 

From the table with ya payment 

How I'm paid? Niggaz are barely a village 

I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance & Phillip 

 

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A man or gorilla, my cap toot back like Fred 

So white bitches jump on my Limp Bizkit and yell 

? You niggaz know you can't fuck around" 

Ha, ha yeah, you see me, you be duckin? up and down 

 

Super Lex, cop a thing, thing 

Guzzle it down with two bottle of Ginseng 

Fuck ya brains out whole when Al Green sings 

When your out cold, bitch steal ya bling, bling 

 

You died for ya mom and pop, don't sweat it 

I got the next bitch rockin' ya birthday present 

News at 11, Scarface and Doc 

From Bricks to South Park we say, "Fuck the cops" 

 

Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

You niggaz know you can't fuck around 

You see me, you? d be yuckin? duckin? up and down 

What? These niggaz know they can't fuck around 

 

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What? You niggaz know you can't fuck around 

You see me in the streets, you? d be duckin? up and down 

Nigga, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

 

As I, bring it to ya one more time 

From a state where we stole weight and dough mind dine 

And we don't tote six-shooters, we tote glock nines 

And we don't smoke a peace pipe, we smoke fat dimes 

 

It's a place where it's a common site to see the 5-0 

Hit the other side of sixteen and getcha mind blown 

Fo sho', it's a different vibe from bein' downtown 

Then when ya come into the ghetto and ya can't come back out 

 

I seen the ghetto shut down, seen niggaz shot up 

Seen niggaz get knocked the fuck out and never got up 

The neighborhood paralyzed, cracked drive-bys 

It's evident we hurt, you ignored our cry 

 

On the outside the ghetto just another mind state 

And import more minorities to help the crime rate 

I ain't lookin? for a job, fuck workin? the part time 

When we could come up on some dough 

With good combs and slang dimes 

 

I see this all the Goddamn time, it's fucked up and it's the truth 

Never mind the shooter on the roof 

It's a war goin? on right here, where we at 

I can't complain about what I can't change, so why dap? 

 

Dropped outta high school in tenth grade so I rapped 

But still, can't seem to get this monkey off my back 

Fuck it, I pulled a few moves and ride for the streets 

And when I start to feel like this, don't fuck with me 

 

Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

You niggaz know you can't fuck around 

You see me, you? d be yuckin? duckin? up and down 

What, these niggaz know they can't fuck around 

 

What, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

You see me in the streets, you? d be duckin? up and down 

Nigga, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

 

Yo, Young Noble Outlaw, spittin' shit with 'Face and Red 

Bear looped out flows and you can taste the wet 

Place ya bet, young nigga ace the test 

You say Nob' got a old soul, blame the vets 

 

Flurp shit from the earth bitch, cradle to grave 

Burnt shit from the fingertips, able to spray 

Nigga ya mind playin' tricks on you 

Ya drew down, but ya nine won't spit for you 

 

And ain't nobody got no hostile clips for you 

You in the mix but ain't nobody doin' shit for you 

It's gon' be Hell for hustler, while your neck spoil you 

 

With the same clip you had last week 

And niggaz know I know the real, that's why the fag don't speak 

And I ain't even peak yet, without the heat yet 

Holla my street yet, cuz I be the beef yet 

 

I'm hittin' these niggaz hard, I ain't even eat yet 

Or felt defeat yet, I melt the weak yet 

Lyrically breathe death, we thugs nigga what 

We take slugs to the gut 

 

Patch 'em up, hit the Bricks, it's time for our lunch 

Outlawz, Dirty Mob motherfucker 

 

Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

You niggaz know you can't fuck around 

You see me, you? d be yuckin? duckin? up and down 

What, these niggaz know they can't fuck around 

 

What, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

You see me in the streets, you? d be duckin? up and down 

Nigga, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

 

Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

You niggaz know you can't fuck around 

You see me, you? d be yuckin? duckin? up and down 

What, these niggaz know they can't fuck around 

 

What, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

You see me in the streets, you? d be duckin? up and down 

Nigga, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

Yo, you niggaz know you can't fuck around 

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