Bitch Nigga Lyrics - Balls And My Word - Scarface

[Talking] 

Nigga don't act like you don't know who I'm talkin' bout 

(Fifty-Cent piece drops on table) 

[Coinciding With 50 Cent's Intro on 'Get Rich Or Die Tryin'] 

[Scarface] 

It's your worst day, run and tell somebody 

It's your worst day. 

It's your worst day, run and tell somebody 

It's your worst day. 

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What it is?, nigga! 

You don't wanna get involved with this here, nigga! 

Is you a bitch nigga?, you a bitch nigga! 

Look at yourself and then analyze me! 

This motherfucking G 

I can see the flaws in you, you got girl drawers in you 

Girl flaws in you, a broad nigga! 

I peeped your whole hand when you came in 

I'm a man and I hang men 

Play the game to win 

All men should play on ten 

Scarface 'finna do it again 

Mash you nigga, smash through niggas 

Don't make me upstrap and blast you niggas 

Once again, it's only, its a must that I do it 

Lock you in my scope and blast your ass through it 

I'ma ruin 

The image and the style that you used to 

'cause you don't keep it real like you used to 

A O.G., esa, fool to the hole fa'sho 

So niggas slow your motherfucking roll 

'Fore I come through with the same M-11 

The Feds took from me, and shoot you in yo motherfucking stomach 

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[Chorus: Scarface] 

You a Snitch Nigga, when you rat on yo friends 

Bitch Nigga, when you steal cash from your kin 

You'z a Snitch Nigga, running when the drama go down 

You was bumpin at first what happened to the manly sound 

You a Snitch Nigga, specializin' at bumpin' ya gums 

Bitch Nigga, countin' all your bricks but all I see is crumbs 

Snitch Nigga, ain't you tired of running your mouth 

Can't even go home, cause a jacker might run in your house 

[Verse: Z-Ro] 

Now snitch fellas get up under my skin 

That's why I don't mess with friends 

Unless it's my Mac-10 

I'm the king of the ghetto, Z-Ro the crooked in the flesh 

Looking for head shots, 'cause snitch fellas get the bullet-proof vests 

What you scared for? 

What happened to all the tough ass talk 

The way you was bumpin', I thought you had a taste for asphalt 

Look at momma's baby out here starvin' for an ass- 

whippin', beefin', with a magician then drippin' now his ass missin 

I'll be damned if I pull a rabbit out a hat 

Well pull my 40 out of holster, and put a snitch fella on his back 

WHOA!, look how I handled this .44 

My conscience be screaming Z-Ro Murder Mo!, Murder Mo! 

And these snitch fellas on "How I'm Living" try snitchin' on "BET" 

But got a restraining order against "Murder I-N-C" 

This how we ride, and ain't never gon' make a switch dude 

Z-Ro the Crooked, I'll be damned if I be a snitch fool 

[Chorus] 

[Verse 3: Bun B] 

It's Bun B I go back-a like "Atlanta Black Crackers" 

I back-slap a, back-packer, from here to Cakalacka{Carolina's} 

Wack rapper, short stopper or dope kicker-inner 

Bitch I ain't ya chicken hitter, bring the heater get you wetter(get you 

wetter) 

With the 50 caliber magnum handgun 

Step a bear off in his tracks, you better hope I don't land one 

If I cock that bitch back.aim it at your chest 

It'll be weeks before they even find the pieces to your vest 

We releasers of ya stress.ease ya pain 

Put this pistol in your mouth, you'll never need them trees again 

The one ya momma warned ya about 

Bun-y he's insane 

Kill a kid over a quarter, (?) 

(?), boy you fuckin with the triller 

Z-Ro the young guerilla 

And Face the born killa 

(Bitch Nigga) 

Feel around in the dark for dough 

(Bitch Nigga) 

You here the sound, see the spark, and you know 

[Chorus]