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    "Sellout" Lyrics

    Scarface

    Album:
    track 10
    The Fix [2002]
    Genre:Rap
    Duration:00:04:11
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    It's been a long time coming but now I'm back at it
    Flipping the script, from balling back to gansta rap classics
    You know that shit that hit the hood and upset it
    If real niggas respect it, the squares gon' rep it
    I done came in here to bring it to you
    The uncut version of ganstarism with the nickel painted Ruger
    Quick to cock it on you, spark light in your eyes
    The unexpected is happening to you now nigga, surprise!
    Who is it? (Face, marchin', mobbin')
    You said it one more time (Face Mob)
    What else? (we keep you)
    Now motherfuckers lay it down
    The ruler's back, cause it's too many pussies out here
    Making bullshit records and ruining rap
    I gotta check this whole game, niggas out here listening
    To these record label bitches instead of doing they thing
    I'm a real nigga, a street nigga till it's done with
    And I could never let you talk me into dumb shit
    Like selling out to move a few more units
    Just keep me in the ghetto cause the hood stay truest
    You fuck around and cross the other side of the track
    Catch you a brick then realize that you can't come back
    I'ma stick to the facts
    Fuck it if I don't go two
    The homies know that Face stay true
    And though I've got more muscle, my sounds don't change
    Been the same ever since I stepped in the game
    Now, this is for these niggas switchin' they shit
    Prostituting theyself, trying to get them a hit
    Suck a dick

    [Chorus]
    You a sellout nigga
    Bow down nigga before they fuck around and find you face down in the river
    Talk down nigga and I'ma bust you in your mouth nigga
    Show 'em you a foul ass nigga
    You a sellout nigga and I'ma bust you in your mouth nigga
    Show 'em you a foul ass nigga

    Fo sho I talk a lot of shit but you can bet that I'm the nigga
    Out here backing it up, while you acting it up
    I can prove you ain't as real as what you claiming to be
    You the king on your block, but you ain't shit in DC
    You ain't shit off in the city of Chi
    You ain't shit off in the Do It or Die
    They want to skin you alive
    Out here talking like you carrying arms
    We don't shoot at motherfuckers,
    we done flipped the script to carrying bombs
    I can end it for niggas out here who's hard in the booth
    Any city I can hit the hood cause Scar is the truth
    I know so much about these streets that I can walk them asleep
    You can't tell me shit about your hood, I walked on your beat
    I know your whole life story, plus I've seen for myself
    You got caught smoking dope, that's why they sent you to jail
    Had you locked up with wet backs, only real niggas suffer set backs
    90 days and I ain't goin' to respect that
    And you can sniff a snitch a mile away
    Fuck him in his ass and feed him dick, a pound a day

    [Chorus: x2]

    I've got niggas I was raised with who know who I am
    Lil' Brad from out of South Acres, prone for scams
    Never ducked the motherfucker, I was down for the dirt
    Got respect from older cats cause I was down for the work
    When Fondren had its Great Skate I'd roll to the club
    Drunk off the bird with thumbtack holes in my glove
    Stood in the corner waiting for bullshit to jump
    And in the event it jumped you saw a fool get stomped
    There it is, can't get this shit no realer than that
    Had a super boxing game, but now I'm peeling your cap
    I done been in fist fights with niggas twice my size
    Got an incredible record, 27 and 5
    And the 5 losses I got, I had to redeem 'em
    So he had to fight me every time I seen him
    Ain't no pussy in me, I've been for real before this rap shit
    I study MC's, that's how I know you hoes is plastic
    So-a, shake your ass and I'ma tell 'em the truth
    Fabricate your bumps and bruises homey, do what you do
    Just remember who for real when they tell you they real
    I survived the game of life nigga, fuck some skills

    [Chorus: x2]
    This song was submitted on July 27th, 2009 and last modified on November 23rd, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Phonte Coleman, Thomas Jones.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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