Git Out My Face - Scarface

Git Out My Face - Scarface
Fake a** ni ggaz need to get out my faaaace
Fake a** ni ggaz won't cha stay out my faaaace
All you fraudulent a** niggaz need to get out my faaaace
All you begging a** b**ches need to get out my faaaace
News gossip laws gossip boppers bopping hoes beg
Foresake me cause they b**ches always be off in my bed
Always f**king with they feelings
B**ch I'll f**k you with my head
I don't love you and you don't love me
So motherf**k what donna said
I got paper never spend it I ain't never seen a night
That I felt a need to pay a b**ch unless she was a dyke
Licking p**sy left and right
Bringing b**ches by my place
Jack me off and suck my dick
And let me skeet off in her faaaace
Blackberry start to buzzing
Guess her husband asking questions
Wondering where she at cause she just called her cousin
Mad and fussing
I'm laughing cause I'm f**king
Slapping a** and titty sucking
Please your nipples
Putting that thump in her a** and she ain't struggling
Fake a** ni ggaz need to get out my faaaace
Fake a** ni ggaz won't cha stay out my faaaace
All you fraudulent a** niggaz need to get out my faaaace
All you begging a** b**ches need to get out my faaaace
You ain't gangsta youse a busta
Quick to say that you a hustler
But realistically you a b**ch to me
Sweet as pie but down to custer
Wanna cry when niggaz touch ya
Wanna hide cause niggaz bust ya
Got the copies of them statements you was making motherf**ker
All you fake a** niggaz get the f**k out my faaaace
'Fore I make it rain and shower you with copper from the a
K 47 that's gone be my tool
Make me clack it
I start acting like a motherf**king fool yeah
Fool you know me
I've been down since '85
Selling dime for dime
Doubling up my paper every time
I live the life of crime
Ghetto life from day to day
Made me throw up both my hands
Now get the f**k up out my faaaace
Fake a** ni ggaz need to get out my faaaace
Fake a** ni ggaz won't cha stay out my faaaace
All you fraudulent a** niggaz need to get out my faaaace
All you begging a** b**ches need to get out my faaaace
Thought I mighta hung it up for good
Got tired of riding beats
For free said f**k it
I'm gone go on and coach a team
Play golf and smoke my w**d
Poke her every other day
Do some groups and keep these haters out my motherf**king faaaace
But this sh*t ain't go the way I planned
I'm caught off in the cross
And if I leave they won't respect the south cause niggaz soft
Talking bout what's in they mouth
Talking bout they cars and house
And that ain't what we all about
We out here working in a drought
'Bout that paper 'bout that cabbage
Out here hustling til you grab it
Pimp a pimp you silly rabbit
Youse a bun without a tablet
So yo' intellect connect is coming short it out of space
Catching bricks and w**d and ace so get the f**k up out my face