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    "Recognize" Lyrics

    Scarface

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    ...Motherfuckers out here rapping for protection
    I'm gonna expose yo ass you bitch...
    See me in these motherfuckin' streets (don't stop), with ya fag ass
    Gangsta Walk, yeah right, ya pussy...

    [Verse 1]
    Look out, we everyday grinding
    Everybody in the North gotta love us down South 'cause we blindin'
    And we don't trip the big diamonds
    We mainly focus on the old schools with big blocks lying
    And I been around the world in one day
    Chucking up the duece for S.A.
    I'm a hood cat, and that's for searching me a hood rat
    With good cat, something beautiful to look at, fa sho
    I kick it for my niggaz in the ghetto
    And all my homies in the federal-
    Lock up, behind the wall setting shop up
    They beat the block up, yet and still they couldn't stop us
    Damn it feels good to be a gangsta back at it
    Cause I'm the last of the Dons, God damm it
    I hear ya talking, but I don't cater to the chit-chat
    But when I see you in the streets I got ya get back (word)
    It ain't enough protection on ya ass, to fuck wit Brad
    I got a lesson for ya ass
    I showed ya, the Southside niggaz tote heat
    I showed ya, the Northside niggaz roll deep
    Ya weak, 'cause I'm the biggest fish in the pond
    And when I say the magic word, bitch ya gone
    Assassinated, people lay steppin'
    Eliminated, enemy with aggression
    Sit back and smoke me one
    The Obi Won Kenobi one
    Fuck the champagne sippin', woodgrain grippin'
    I'm spittin' for the Vice Lords, gangstas and Crips and Bloods
    And everybody neighborhood
    From the Idery Wells, back down to Inglewood
    How can a nigga from the South get a pass in every section
    And walk the projects with no protection
    Be surrounded by a mob, and not get robbed
    Considered to be a savior, and not be God (Whoa)
    Listen to the nigga flow now
    I can speed it up or slow down
    Face the facts baby, I got it locked like this and like that baby
    Southern rap/rock baby
    The last of a dying, we born again
    The vicous life religous, I was born to win
    The closoure after the greatest hit the sofa
    When I still ride for Prince like a soldier
    The two-thousand millenium comes
    Since I'm the son of the father, that makes me the Don
    The next up to bat, the Jordan, larry, cousy yo of rap
    And I ain't gotta walk around strapped
    J don't tollorate the mack dirties
    You in our motherfucking way, we tryin' to stack 30s
    Now back it up, for he send something back to you
    Ain't plan to defend
    Staying loyal to the Prince to the end, so recognize

    [chorus]
    So what you gone do Face? (Play till I win)
    So what you gone do? (Double back and do it again)
    So what you gone do Face? (I'm a play the game 'til I win)
    So what you gone do? (Play till I win)
    So what you gone do Face? (Play till I win)
    So what you gone do? (Double back and do it again)
    So what you gone do Face? (Play the game 'til I win)
    So what you gone do? (Then I'm a double back and do it again)

    [Verse 2]
    So here it is fool, I play the game where it's no rules
    Dropped out in the 10th grade and told my mom to fuck school!
    'Cause they ain't teach a nigga shit, I learned to read when I was 5
    And plus I been smart a long time
    Fuck a history test, I'm more concerned about respect
    I make my moves in an L like a night nigga check
    It's on 'til the break of dawn, I keep it on
    And on and on, and on and on and on and on
    Like clockwork, we hit these niggaz where it hurt
    Knock they dicks in the dirt
    Now you the bitch that's in the skirt
    I'm passed the motherfucka out here paying his dues
    Not the average nigga out here rapping claiming he true
    I just stick to the script and take it in stride
    Get my daily dose of game from James and take it and ride
    Yes yes y'all, funky fresh and in the flesh y'all
    This time I'm aiming at the neck dog
    It ain't no ducking when I'm bustin', I'm a leave you a nice-
    Little whole in ya throat, releavin' ya life
    I'm going out with a bang, letting my nuts hang
    I'm outty like flame, the signature just James, recognize

    [chorus]
    So what you gone do Face? (Play till I win)
    So what you gone do? (Double back and do it again)
    So what you gone do Face? (I'm a play the game 'til I win)
    So what you gone do? (Play till I win)
    So what you gone do Face? (Play till I win)
    So what you gone do? (Double back and do it again)
    So what you gone do Face? (Play the game 'til I win)
    So what you gone do? (Then I'm a double back and do it again)
    This song was last modified on November 28th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Brad Jordan, Ferrell Miles.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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