Hand of the Dead Body (Explicit)

Hand of the Dead Body - Scarface
We got this whole motherf**ker on a mission
Now the whole entire world's gotta try to come up with a quick decision
They claim we threats to society
And now they callin' on the government to try and make somebody quiet
For the bullsh*t they done to me
Gangsta nip spice 1 or 2 PAC never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done sh*t for that
I've even seen white folks from river oaks go get the gat
So why you tryin' kick some dust up
America's been always known for blaming us n**gas for they f**k ups
And we were always considered evil
Now they tryin' to bust our only code of communicating with our people
Let's peep the game from a different angle
Matt dillon' pulled his pistol every time him and someone tangled
So why you criticize me
For the sh*t that you see on your TV
That rates worse than PG
Just bring your a** to where they got me
So you can feel the hand of the dead body
N**ga don't believe that song
That n**ga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
N**ga don't believe that song
That n**ga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
So now they tryin' seperation
And sendin' black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation
Tappin' into our conversation
Saying the message that they give
Bring forth or premeditation
So David's got a silver mag
While listenin' to brad David gets mad and kills his dad
David duke's got a shotgun
So why you get upset cause I got one
A tisket a tasket
A n**ga got his a** kicked
Shot in the face by a cop close casket
An open and sgut situation
Cop gets got the wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don't dig me than n**ga you can sue me
Because the sh*t that I be sayin' ain't worse than no western money
Don't blame me blame your man gotti
So you can feel the hand of the dead body
N**ga don't believe that song
That n**ga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
N**ga don't believe that song
That n**ga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
You best to free your mine
Before I free my nine
And stop f**kin' with the void in pop
Or feel my hot rocks
Bang bang boom boom ping ping I'm the black
White boys got a magazine and don't know how to act
I'll attack and make you vomit
Down with Khalid Abdul Muhammad
Do he got a brother I'm it now
I'm the illest
Wanna kill this house n**ga don cornelius
Can you feel this
You punk n**gas make me sick
Suckin' on the devil's dick
Scared of revolution
Need to start deuchin'
Houston is the place
I caught a case
Them motherf**kers tried to put a scar on my face
But I bust two times to the gut
To the reverend Calvin' butts
Gotta pair of nuts
I started this gangsta sh*t in 86
Now you dissin' me
For publicity
Isn't he a h*e to the third degree
Who me
I'm a G who like to scrap a lot
Down with rap a lot
And I can't stop won't stop
So f**k Bill and Hillary
Ice cube their ain't no killin' me
Ice cube Scarface
Droppin on these sellin' out n**gas doing it like this
N**ga don't believe that song
That n**ga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
N**ga don't believe that song
That n**ga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long