Dying With Your Boots On
Scarface
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Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's getting hard now These motherfucking cops be planting shit on these niggas Simply because these niggas got bank accounts that's bigger I just can't get no peace from you motherfucking rollers Every time I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over I'm sick of motherfuckers who be jocking Whitey's coattails Blacker than a motherfucker, sweat me 'bout my dope-sales 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' something 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 f*ck with a million dollar nigga They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, shooking Indo Getting 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 (Man, f*ck that motherfucker!) So when you hear my song and wanna get it on You better come prepared motherfucker, you dyin with boots on [Chorus] (Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots) Dying with ya boots on (Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots) 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] F*ck that! It was Brad dog, I ain't going out by myself Niggas getting caught, doing time, so they snitching They picking niggas up on a funky ass suspicion We'll be going down for some questioning we think And end up getting hit with the fucking 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'll sell each other out, and start rattin' on our partners They start bringing up shit that happened back in '85 And then comes the largest jury, bitch, they fuckin time! You might as well play the state cause you gon' do day for day And selling out your homeboys ain't the shit Cos y'all gonna have to die in this bitch, bitch! Lobbing with ya white suits on And dying with ya motherfucking boots on (Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)
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Written by: JOSEPH JOHNSON, BRAD JORDAN
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