Dyin Wit'cha Boots On Lyrics - The World Is Yours - Scarface

Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down 

Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now 

These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggas 

Simply because these niggas got bank accounts that's bigger 

I just can't get no peace from you motherfuckin rollers 

Everytime I pull my benz or what, 'cha pull me over 

I'm sick of motherfuckers who be checking whitey's coke tip 

Blacker than a motherfucker, sweat me 'bout my *? dope-sip*? 

Niggas just take your cut and get your ass up out my face 

The only thing you probably get from me is a cock-sucking pistol case 

Unless you plan on plantin a lil' somethin in my shit 

Just because you ain't got shit, bitch! 

Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure 

That they can fuck with a million dollar nigga 

They got you mixed up, fixed up at the segas, shookin indo 

Gettin fucked up in the gank-hole 

The only way you'll whip that motherfucker is when you whip that 

Motherfucker 

And we choke the motherfucker (me stuck the motherfucker!) 

So when you hear my song and wanna get it on 

You better come prepared motherfucker, you dyin wit'cha boots on 

Related 

26 Best Breakup Songs Of All Time 

Watch Cardi B Joins James Corden For Carpool Karaoke 

Ariana Grande Adds Her Own Verse To "Last Christmas" 

Chorus: 

(put ya foot in my shit and let me try on your hood) 

Dyin wit'cha boots on 

(put ya foot in my shit and let me try on your hood) 

Yeah 

Interlude:(prison guard talking to inmate) 

Guard: do you know how many years you're facing inside? 

25 to life and that's on the real 

So you better snitch on your partner 

Inmate: fuck that! it was brad dawg, I ain't goin out by myself 

Photos 

Niggas gettin caught, doin time, so they snitchin 

They pickin niggas up on a funky ass suspicion 

We'll be goin down for some questioning we think 

And end up gettin hit with the fuckin kitchen sink 

Racketeer and laundering, kingpin wondering 

If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them 

Just because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter 

We sell each other albums, start frattin on our partners 

They start bringin up shit that happened back in '85 

And then comes the largest jury, bitch, they fuckin time! 

You might as well play the state 

Cos you come to day for day 

And sellin out your homeboys ain't the shit 

Cos y'all gonna have to die in this bitch, bitch! 

Lobbin wit'cha white suits on 

And dyin wit'cha motherfuckin boots on 

(put ya foot in my shit and let me try on your hood)