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Brad Terrence Jordan (born November 9, 1970), better known by his stage name Scarface, is an African-American rapper from Houston, Texas and a member of the Geto Boys. He is originally from South Park, Houston. In 2012, The Source ranked him #16 on their list of the Top 50 Lyricists of All Time, while About.com ranked him #10 on its list of the 50 Greatest MCs of Our Time (1987-2007). more »

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1993

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They try to take advantage of a nigga cause I'm black 
They lookin' at me strange so I'm lookin' at they ass back 
I got a little problem so I'm writin' you a note 
A letter to the KKK from the black folks 
I'm tryin' to get it on  tryin' to check the grip 
And there goes officer cracker tryin' to sink my fuckin' battleship 
Turnin' on his flashers  callin' up the dogs 
Now my Lexus Coupe is flex surrounded by the hogs 
Snatchin' out my seats, tellin' me I sell dope 
Am I on probation or parole? I tell 'em f*ck no! 
Tell me mister officer, what's the problem? 
What's the matter? 
Why you gotta treat us like scum? Is it that a 
Nigga's doin' a tad bit better than you? 
And brutality is all that you crackers can do 
And mark me up for resistin' yo ass 
When in reality officer friendly kicked my ass, damn! 
You over flex your authority too 
Put your foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boot 
So I can run it in reverse 
You can treat me like god, and I can treat you like dirt! 
The 22 years I been here I saw 
Motherfuckers disrespect god before they disrespect the law 
But yo I gots ta diss 'em 
Cause I refuse to be mislead by this ungodly system 
Mister president I beatin' on yo back do' 
I make yo mind doin' rap but I'm black doe, nigga 

"We are United States of America. You honestly believe 
Just because you wear bags that means you care? 
You have the right to abuse and treat my people like 
They're animals on the street? I'll be damned you're 
Bloods will flow with the hands of the black man 
In the same streets that you killed me and my brothers in."

Mister mister officer, mister officer, mister sergeant 
Just because I'm young and I'm black I'm a target? 
You say I'm sellin' dope but you fake 
Cause young dope dealers flash cash and make mistakes 
And besides we ain't dealin' no mo' 
Look at my hood, we ain't killin' no mo' so 
Everybody's yellin' peace 
The only war that's goin' on is goin' on with the police 
Cause they ain't stoppin' with the bullshit 
If they could they'd lock us up with some chains and swing a bull whip 
Cause they figure they're the master 
And they can take you to jail or take your life's 
Them sorry bastards 
That makes me wonder why 
The five-o can determine if we live or if a nigga dies 
And to me that shit is bull 
Only god can take life but I still gotta watch the law 
It's bad enough I watch tahe next G 
But even worse I got's ta watch the motherfuckers who protect me 
They fuckin' packing gats yo 
They serve and protect, they don't respect 'cause I'm black hoe 

"Every black man that is a car jacker will start jackin' 
Police cars and watch jaw brains shad on the dashboard. 
Why when you pull us over you show us your pistols before 
You aks us for our drivers license? Somethin' is not right!" 

Rollin through my hood in my motherfuckin' dropper 
Gettin' tailgated by a motherfuckin' copper 
But I ain't got respect for you motherfuckin' dickheads 
'cause y'all was straight hoes back in school nerdy shitheads 
I finally figured out why you bitches roll in packs 
Cause niggas who ain't shit talk loud and pack gats 
You got a fuckin' pistol, now you think you're a VIP man 
But you can get cut because you'd be just like the next man 
Holdin' me for nothin' 
Runnin' my fuckin' license plates 
My plates come clean 
You call the DEA 
The DEA 
Says I'm a known drug dealer 
Straight born killer 
A motherfuckin' wig splitter 
He don't know shit about a nigga but I'm black 
As far as he's concerned all niggas push crack 
And plus I'm 22, that really makes 'em check 
A drop-top Benz, Lexus Coupe, no respect 
I gotta be doin' long I'm hidin' somethin' from the demons 
He gotta be stringin' yale, let's play someone that's pregnant 
Cause niggas can't have shit but I'm a motherfucking troop 
You come to us like Luke 
Undercover David Duke 
Mister David Duke 
Mister officer 
Mister mister master 
I'm pickin' out your coffin sir 
Die motherfuckers, I'll send your folks my worst 
A breast of pig in a motherfucking hearse 
So f*ck you motherfuckers, punk bitches take that 
Cause I'm real with the shit that I speak 'cause I

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