Pass The Itchy Lyrics - My Homies, Pt. 2 - Scarface

[Intro] 

Playa. Face Mob got fiyah! 

(Squab, wit de bumba claat, wanna run up on me) 

[Chorus] 

Pass the itchy to the lefthand side 

Fuckin wit me fi sho' the niggy gon' die 

Don't miss ya water 'til ya well run dry 

Pass the itchy to the lefthand side 

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[Scarface] 

See now slang don't stop, my game come cocked 

Scarface back at'cha fin' to lock down your block 

Easy now lil' homey you don't wanna start static 

Cause you know I come equipped I got niggaz with automatics 

And these niggaz they keep they game face on 

Have your momma singin the same ol' song 

Of how you lived so fast and you died, so wrong 

But since you ready to ride then come on 

Gangsta, live it breathe it and shit it 

Makin for motherfuckin sure you don't forget it 

I'm a Southside rider, anybody killer 

Guarantee ya don't wanna fuck with this nigga 

Now, who wanna test me then come on come test 

Fuckin with me nigga you fuckin with the best 

Grab ahold to the tec, put a hole in your chest 

Grab your ass by the neck then lay your soul to rest 

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[Chorus] - 2X 

[Scarface] 

I been be's on a nigga, put these on a nigga 

Squeeze on a nigga, now ease on nigga 

'Fore you get peed on nigga, you know what I'm about 

I'm a nigga from the ghetto, comin straight out the South 

Keep my name out your mouth, 'fore I pop up at your house 

Put a bullet in your spouse and set a flame and bounce 

I'm the wrong nigga to deal with, cause I be on some real shit 

Worst one to play with, so careful what you say bitch 

Y'all be on some gay shit, my heart pump the G shit 

Don't start shit won't be shit, cause I'll expose your weakness 

With a gun at the playground, makin niggaz lay down 

And your ass like stay down, the fuck you gotta say now? 

Niggaz is silent when the pistol's in they face 

And the barrel's in they teeth and they breathin the oily taste 

And the reaper's standin over ya heavin can hardly wait 

For the heathen to squeeze it and leave you leanin on the gates 

[Chorus] - 2X