| We 'bout to bring it back |
| (man, thats right) Ain’t no fuckin' role models |
| Uh hu, c’mon lets go |
| I paper chase |
| But my razor raise the stakes |
| I made mistakes |
| But at least I ain’t make racist tapes. |
| Face to face y’all can’t fuck with me |
| So you do shit behind my back |
| Like cops handcuffing me |
| Now hows it feel waking up fake as fuck? |
| Cause I’m real |
| So I know you don’t feel the same as us |
| I’ll gain your trust as fam, then crush your plans; |
| And take advantage like I’m shoplifting the upper hand |
| Puffing grams of haze while I rant and rave |
| Tap dancing on land mines, juggling hand grenades |
| I wanna pop pigs and split a cops wig |
| Drop hits and pop cris', like I shot Big |
| And back slap the hardest rock in the parking lot |
| And beat him to death |
| Like we’d race to see whose heart would stop |
| I’m blessed with talent displayed in the bars I drop |
| But I don’t give a fuck if I become a star or not |
| Look how far I got without compromise |
| Thinking homicide, looking at my baby mommas eyes |
| While snitches squeal I’m real personified |
| Living amongst thieves wondering when the honor died |
| With an angry mob who got you thankin' God |
| But we were sidetracked when we found a bank to rob |
| I’ll stab and shoot you |
| No blanks involved |
| And put a bullet in the same place the shank is lodged |
| He’ll be choking on blood |
| The only sound you’ll repeat’s |
| The same bubbling in the background of the beat |
| I’m angry at hip hop |
| Cause now its just weak |
| But Scully going to bring it back like he found the receipt |
| Carjack Tim Westwood, catch a court case |
| And fuck up his drop |
| Like slick Rick doing four tapes |
| I’ll make your favorite rapper cancel tour dates |
| Like R. Kelly, getting sprayed with a can of pure mace |
| So if you in the studio, watch the booth |
| Before I cop a squat and drop a deuce on a labels top recruit |
| Obnoxious youth with cops in hot pursuit |
| Who you think I watched to learn how to cock and shoot? |
| I’m a liar and a thief |
| So murder is instinctive |
| Firing the heat |
| Like my burners got a pink slip |
| I’ve seen the coldest day broke and paid |
| With Satan fucking up the angel on my shoulder blade |
| With a loaded gauge I won’t just take your life |
| I’ll father your kids, move in your house and date your wife |
| So pray to Christ I don’t chug a whole bottle |
| And convince the kids I’m the role model to go follow |
| Motherfucker, diabolic, foul play motherfucker, DJ Scully |
| We gooing to bring it back |