Artist: Scarface f/ Z-Ro Album: Deeply Rooted Song: Fuck You Too Typed by: Lil Hustle (*talking*) You know they always say man, it's tough being at the top huh I couldn't agree with you more, judge hearted motherfucker Never been able to fuck with me nigga, ever Super solid from day one, never put myself In a compromising position, I'm a chess player And if I did, I'd just shoot my way out [Scarface] First born, to my mama I come from the place, where you're promised To die, before your 21st You'd be surprised, what's underneath the earth Dug dirt, I put bones there All my enemies, is gone there I can't sleep, through the cold sweats Flashbacks, I'm a known threat God fearing, yet I'm evil though I think deep, I believe in ghosts Ever felt the hand, of a dead body Then you know why, I took my gun and head shot him Wars started, over dope cuts I put what I live by, on both nuts It's either him or me, so I say fuck dude I look him in his eyes, and tell him fuck you [Chorus: Z-Ro] Fuck you, I been running this shit so long My M.O. is like, fuck you Them niggaz, been throwing rocks at the throne I'ma reach out, and touch you I ain't gotta put no money on your dome My nigga, fuck you And everything, you stand fo' Hoe bitch pussy nigga, fuck you [Scarface] I live, like I spit it Raised by the wolves, so my mentality is get it A life on the street, takes commitment The power that you gain, gets addictive The money being made, gets you bitches A real nigga play the game, like it's bid'ness A weak nigga facing time, go to snitching Plotting on his whole team, cause he ain't wanna listen If it was all good, just a week ago Take your motherfucking charge, just your key of dope They all wanna eat, gotta feed folks Took an oath on the streets, call it G code That's what we live by, and die for it I got homies standing firm, doing time for it Be advised, K-1 scum killers Downward appoint him, gon' bust that nigga [Chorus] [Scarface] They jealous of me, cause my shine bright My grind strong, plus my mind right My gun loaded up, at both clips Jump out on me wrong, and meet the 4-5th No shit, this is music you can drive by Jeezy only code, when you abide by Blood burning, in the ash tray Playing faggot games, and now your ass chafed Niggaz wearing tight pants, and high heels Claiming another nigga hood, that is not real I am still the realest nigga, being heard Fucking claiming he real, when he ain't keep his word He ain't fooling me my nigga, he is just a nerd Nothing but a rap toon, he ain't seen a bird word I talk that shit, that I can back though Cause that's my boxing game, I'm in the back hoe Talk that big six, but pack a double blank You where trouble ain't, just another saint fuck him...