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DJ Kayslay
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Face Off
作詞：Dennis Coles, Gregory Omar Green, Brad Jordan, Seon Thomas
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 fuck 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 fuckin' 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 motherfucker
Stankin' the speculation, you want it, you got it, baby
I'm at you a lifetime, the nigga
Washin' your window shorten your lifeline
You're fuckin' wit white wine, I'm fuckin' wit nitrate
I'm emotionless when I get 'em, a nigga 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, fuck 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 fuck what the D.A. say, they wanna see me pay
Motherfucker this is G.F.K.
I settle crimes wit metal 9s and I ain't gonna stop
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'Til your brains all over the street like [Incomprehensible]
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, nigga, 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, nigga, lay in your bed
Who'd ever thought this nigga that we sat down at our table and fed
Would roll on the street and on wit the Feds
I used to love this nigga now I roll around wit a mask
And a strap and a grudge for that nigga
Fuckin' 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
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