Scarface: Gangstas don't live that long

News Reporter:
In world news today officials decree that rapper Brad Jordan, alias
Scarface must be stopped.
After being monitored by secret service agents for two years,
evidence leads Tobacco and Fire Arms officials to believe that his
literally dope lyrics promote drug usage, and distribution, degrade women, influence gambling, promote and teach violence. And more importantly, it's influencing our minors and destroying our community.
Officials say, he's the "Lord Of Underground Rap". Him and his music must be stopped.
Scarface:
And now we got em' on a mission
Now the whole entire world has gotta try to come up with a quick decision
They claim we threats to society
And now they callin' on the government to try to make somebody quiet
For the nonsense they done to me
Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 and 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done jack for that
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So why you tryin' to kick some dust up
America's always been known for blaiming us brothas for they mess-ups
And we were always considered evil
Now they tryin' to bust our only code of communicatin' 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 things that you see on your TV
That rates worse than PG
Just come around to where they got me
So you can feel the hand of the dead body
Chorus:(Repeat 2X)
Ya know you can't believe that song
That brotha'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 wrong premeditations
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 brotha got his ass kicked
Shot in the face by a cop, closed casket
An open and shut situation
Cop gets got, they wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don't dig me, than baby you can sue me
cause the things that I be sayin' ain't worse than yo western movies
Don't blame me, blame your man Gotti
Now you can feel the hand of the dead body
Chorus: 2x
Ice Cube:
You best to free your mine
Before I free my nine
And stop messin' 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 Kahlid Abdul Muhammad
Do he got a brother, I'm it now
I'm the illest
Wanna kill this house, Don Cornelius
Can you feel this?
You punk suckas make me sick
Suckin' on the devil's trick
Scared of revolution
Need to start deuchin'
Houston is the place
I caught a case
Them fools, tried to put a scar on my face
But I bust two times to the gut
To the Reverend Calvin Butts
Gotta pair of n???
I started this gangsta hit in 86
Now you dissin' me
For publicity
Isn't he a hoe 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 tell Bill and Hillary
Ice Cube, it ain't no killin me, yeah
Ice Cube, Scarface
Getin' with these house suckas, and they don't stop.
Chorus: 2x