Yeah this Tony Starks Scarface yeah
We about to switch faces
It's goin' down yeah Kay Slay right here
Right here tonight dawg
Face Mob in New York City huh
Holla at you goddamn boy
Don't f**k wit me
Don't get this shit crunk up in here Kay
'Cuz you know I'ma goddamn fool wit this shit
I'm creatin' a masterpiece for niggaz
Doin' it Kay Slay all day ev'y day
Steady up in the 12 gauge
I'm f**kin' your house up you and your spouse up
You open your mouth up guarantee you I douce ya
Have 'em writin' about ya daily
I'm in the papers for doubtin' a motherf**ker
Stankin' the speculation you want it
You got it baby
I'm at you a lifetime the n***a
Washin' your window shorten your lifeline
You're f**kin' wit white wine I'm f**kin' wit nitrate
I'm emotionless when I get 'em a n***a wit ice veins
Ain't impressed wit status or jewelry
I'm on some street shit
Don't believe in sit in front of a jewelry that's weak shit
You talk it you gotta live it I live it
That's why I speak it
Exposin' these niggaz weakness'
Kay I got 'em sleepin'
Reality f**k a record
Don't believe in disrespectin'
And niggaz will be to see you
While your people got you rested'
I'm reckless
Mama used to take trips to face to face
Now it's face-to-face Ghost and Face
Scar and Slay
We gon' walk the path that mama laid
We fail we gon' see a skull on dollars grave
I remember bustin' out the house
From police duckin' the vans
Wit them taped-up broken revolvers stuck to my pants
That was '88 around the time of Slick Rick era
Day to day rolled chains wit them thick knit sweaters
Who gives a f**k what the D A say
They wanna see me pay
Motherf**ker this is G F K
I settle crimes wit metal 9s
And I ain't gonna stop
'Til your brains all over the street
Like yellow math
Marsh mellow dimes
Brick be the size of cobblestones
Acknowledge the throne it's Pretty Tone
I'm legendary and compared to my work on the strip
Y'all secondary
I'm hittin' these fiends lovely my shit be extra heavy
Like construction workers in Timbs and plus they two box
Two glocks in case I gotta bump a few cops off
You know how we do in Staten Island
This is Gaten Island n***a not a non-violence sticker
Mama used to take trips to face to face
Now it's face-to-face Ghost and Face Scar and Slay
We gon' walk the path that mama laid
We fail we gon' see a skull on dollars grave
I gave you a chance to eat
But you chose to bite the hand that fed
You took your shit n***a lay in your bed
Who'd ever thought this n***a
That we sat down at our table and fed
Would roll on the street and on wit the Feds
I used to love this n***a now I roll around wit a mask
And a strap and a grudge for that n***a
F**kin' wit me this adds the fuel to the fire
And I'm about to snap that wire
We want them new 20s and 100s Zip lock money
Y'all gon' fund it we gon' eat big like Big Pun did
And we goin' all out like Hussein's sons did
We stickin' niggaz like New York cops wit plungers
So take some advice there's three bears
Cashmere down wit 12 gauges under the table
Slay got the shotty ain't that your label
And them other two bears yo
They's the one that paid you buddy
Mama used to take trips to face to face
Now it's face-to-face Ghost and Face Scar and Slay
We gon' walk the path that mama laid
We fail we gon' see a skull on dollars grave
