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Face Off
DJ Kayslay/Ghostface/Scarface
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Yeah, it's Tony Starks, Scarface
Yeah, we about to switch faces
It's goin' down, right here, right here tonight, dog
Face Mob in New York City
Huh? Holla at your goddamn boy
Don't fuck with me
Don't get this shit crunk up in here, K
'Cause you know I'm a goddamn fool with this shit
I'm creatin' a masterpiece for niggas
Doin' it, Kay Slay, all day, e'ryday
Steady uppin' a twelve gauge, I'm fuckin' ya house up
You and your spouse up, you open your mouth up
I guarantee you I douse ya, have 'em writin' about ya
Daily I'm in the papers for downin' a motherfucker
Second, especially, you want it, you
Got it, baby, I'm at you a lifetime
The nigga washin' ya window, shorten your lifeline
You fuckin' with white wine, I'm fuckin' with nitrate
I'm emotionless when I get 'em, nigga, with ice veins
Ain't impressed with status or jewelry, I'm on some street shit
Don't believe in sittin' in front of a jury, that's weak shit
You talk it, you gotta live it, I live it, that's why I speak it
Exposin' these niggas weakness, K, I gotta sleep it
Reality, fuck a record, don't believe it, disrespect it
And niggas'll 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 fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave
I remember bustin' at the house on police, duckin' the feds
With them taped up, broken revolvers stuffed in my pants
That was '88, 'round the time of Slick Rick era
Dana Dane, rope chains with the 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 with metal nines
And I ain't gonna stop 'til your brains
All over the street like yellow lines
Marshmallow 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 tool 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 fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's 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 woulda ever thought this nigga
That we sat down at our table and fed
Would roll on the street and on with
The feds, I used to love this nigga
Now I roll around with a mask and a strap and a grudge for that nigga
Fuckin' with me, just adds some fuel to the fire
And I'm about to snap that wire
We want them new twenties and hundreds, Ziploc 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' niggas like New York cops with plungers
So take some advice (What?), there's three bears
Cashmere down with twelve gauges under the table
Slay got the shotty aimed at your navel (Boom)
And them other two bears, yo, they's the ones 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 fell, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave
-Gunshots
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