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Correct Fuck Tony Montana Lyrics
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[Verse 1: Ill Bill] Fuck Tony Montana, we kill kids, if he did he’d still be alive Al Pacino fucked up twice I’m a vet but Benny Blanco ain’t taking my life I'mma end up on the beach with my seed in my wife One last hustle, last hoorah, move this last bundle I caught bodies out here, homie, y’all can’t fumble Most of my felonies are legendary That’s why I put most of my enemies in cemeteries I seen visions from beyond the grave burning in Hell Screaming in pain to God begging to be saved This is purgatory, another first degree murder story They took my kindness for a weakness and turned it on me That’s when I blacked out, pulling triggers like I was cracked out Eyes bugging out my head tapped out Schized the fuck out, loced out, coked out Shinied up, left you soaked the fuck up and smoked out [Verse 2: Everlast] Fuck a motherless child from a penniless home I’m a heartless lion with an iron-jaw bone I’m no Al Capone or Corleone But I’ve been known to put a hit out on the microphone Fuck your time zone, fuck your area code I’ll detonate my payload and watch it explode It’s a gangster boogie, it’s a soldier’s hustle Little bank take big bank if it got muscle Drugs, money, sex, revolution is next This ain’t strong-armed robbery, we got a small armory Fuck cracks and Glocks, we shooting back at the cops Deep undercover like we running black ops Battle cry singing, you’re on my dick swinging Ain’t nobody fucking with this drama I’m bringing Some men are king and some men are peasants So come kiss the ring, bow down to the king [Verse 3: Sick Jacken] I’m from the double S till I drop I rep the bubble vest with a Glock My trouble stem from all the death on my block The meth and the rock got zombie armies set to pop Jail cells are funeral plots, they’re stressed in a box Sick Side harmony is like Jews and Arabs in bombing sprees My hood’s the Gaza Strip, this raw shit’s a part of me A cult following martyrs me, street life is haunting me constantly Thinking cops with the friction are trying to slaughter me A killer’s lottery is roulette, not on himself That’s when Russians test the Mexicans and see who’s next Hit the block and you’ll catch two Techs Nevermind where you’re from, we’re reacting cause we preview death Drive-by murder hit with a live burner You try to shake a barrel to buck, it’s not heard of You are not everlasting, get slain by Ill Bill One lethal dose of pain and get left on the hill [Verse 4: B-Real] There’s so many ways to hustle man, I got em all locked If you think about touching mine, the hammer’s on cocked Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind We never stop the hustle, get the paper and fly That’s life in the city, shit is gritty, no it ain’t pretty But we on the grind, homie if you ain’t rolling with me When you against you just an enemy that might be a cancer So then we’re searching to remove your ass, ain’t taking no chances In the darkest places ones with the unknown faces Cause fire places in hearts of the rebels you hating You better take a look and recognise the monster created I think we gotta choke em, we just elevated to hatred What you know about survival? Ever struggle to eat? What you know about the poverty? Ever live on the street? When there ain’t no opportunity trying to make ends meet Then you become what they fear but they fear the elite [Verse 5: Slaine] Yeah, I’m a DMS soldier, EMS hold ya Now you’re knocked the fuck out, you need a rest, I told ya Homie you don’t walk with a lean on my shoulder Scheming on your dollar, fiending for a boulder Blue-eyed devil spilling semen on your culture Who am I to revel? What I’m being is a vulture On both coasts with the toast to roast you My soul’s so close to approaching hopeless Flows so dope I do coke to focus The angel with the dust so the smoke is smoking You loathe how I roll, it was so ferocious I know this, I always had a prose composure Let the curtains close cause your shows is over They’ll be no more of you posers posing It’s raw uncut with a weapon to shoot I’m the truth for the youth when I step in the booth, what!
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