Mr. Mr. Scarface from walking down the block

Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks

Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends

And Mr. Mr. Scarface went up the block again



(All I have in this world all I have in this world

All I have all I have all I have in this world)



Ahh yeah hah

Mr. Scarface is back in the motherfuckin house once again!

Yea droppin some of that new

Mr. Scarface Two, on your motherfuckin ass

So suck a nigga dick, or make a nigga rich

Or something, bitch



Verse One:



I don't give a FUCK about the chatter in the background

Niggaz get beat when they step this is axe down

If you don't know, I recommend you check

And ask them motherfuckers, how many heads I put to rest

I play a game but the game ain't roulette

Slangin cane is the thang and I beat

That there's a lot of wannabe Scarfaces

I've heard the name in ninety-nine different places

I'm here to squash it all original will speak

Scarface on your ass from the streets

I left my cut, in fear of a prison term

They wanna put me in a chair and let me burn

But go to prison on a murder rap, fuck that

I refuse to be a visitor in state's camp

So I broke and left behind all I worked for

Either that or be sentenced for a drug war

And many want to know why I've slowed up

It's either that or get fucked

Cause laws get happy on the trigger

Say fuck it put a cap in a nigga

But this ass ain't made for no caps homey

This ass says 'Exit Only'

So I get in the wind but hey

A nigga still sold a quarter everyday

I sat around for six months black

Waitin for the day to make a comeback

And now I'm ready for combat

Mr. Scarface is back



Chorus: repeat 2X



(All I have in this world, all I have in this world

All I have, all I have, all I have in this world)

Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face

On the farilla my nigga just call me Scarface



Verse Two:



Aiyyo Bido, drop that shit

Yeah, heh heh

Back in the South Park, six o'clock on the dot

Checkin on my old rock spot

I seen the same old set

Heh, the small timers see me so they jet

Buildin one-twenty-eight

I got myself a bag and I can't wait

To cut em up small to make a profit

Niggaz on the cut short stop it

Fiends'll see em small then they go

Where, to see the motherfuckin pro

One nigga got pissed

And started reachin for his shit

Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool

Like I said before, you don't get a second chance dude

Unloaded on his ass he was hurt

Six shots put his dick in the dirt

Laid him out like a motherfuckin rug

Gettin pumped full of thirty-eight slugs

Some other niggaz stepped out y'all

Aww shit, I had to make a phone call



Hello?

Hay Jay

Whassup?

I'm in a little trouble man

Where you at?

I'm out here in South Park Village

Stay right there, I'll be right on

C'mon let's take these motherfucers to war main



Jay called up some niggaz from the 5th Ward

And came back with a motherfuckin hit squad

Motherfuckin uzi machine

Big Chief packed an M-16

Will and AK with a banana clip

And little Bill had a god damn pistol grip

I hit a little laugh and got me a buzz

And that's about the time they got drugged

One more war took place

You can call me the shit started, or call me Mr. Scarface



Chorus



Verse Three:



Damn, check this shit out

Later on, all alone, you know what happened next

Another bitch came by to give me sex

It was kind of strange I was thrown off

The last bitch got her head blown off

But fuck I ain'tsta pass up no pooty

She started strippin at the door, oh goody

I got in that ass with the quickness

Fuckin her down with the diznick

I didn't have to pretend I loved her

All she wanted me to do was just fuck her

So I gave it up to the lady

And all she said was 'Fuck me baby, fuck me baby'

I started stroking in an outrage

The whole while I was starin at my twelve gauge

The bitch was makin noise I said I'm killin her

And all the while my dick was hard and he was still in her

I made a nut as she fell to the floor

I heard a knock on the front door

I grabbed the twelve gauge from the bed head

Who is it? (Fred) Who?

Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the door

By that time someone jumped in the window

Now what the fuck was I do? *bam bam bam*

The bitch packed a twenty-two

Hit him in his head, there she laid him

The nigga standin by the door I sprayed him *automatic fires*

And headed for the back

I seen that same old brown cadillac

It kinda fucked me up at first

Cause the nigga that drove that caddy rode away in a hearse

I opened up fire on the ride G

Who I was shootin for was standin right behind me

I had a double barrel pointed at my ass

Could this be the end of Mr. Brad?

I don't know what happened to the slut

Well that's about the time the closet door it opened up

*kicked open* On your ass trick!

I'll be damned if I go out like the last bitch!

Heh, five-oh's on my ass main

They know me by the face, but they don't know my last name

Now I'm back on the case

Yeah, just call me Mr. Scarface