Yeah nigga
Back in this motherfuckeronce again
I'm just letting a nigga know
You know

S.A. and 5th Ward forever, fool

Niggas watch your back cause here I come again
Rapping funky shit for the 199-trey
In 1989 I sold dope for a pastime
1991 they called that nigga Scarface
Started on the team when a nigga turned 16
Stacking that green selling dope to the dope fiends
Daddy seen a scheme, thou so it seem
Cause he hooked a nigga up with a nickel-plated triple beam
Had a lotta game with the beam, that's what it came with
Taught a nigga how to get to funk when it jump
If static jumped off, then I was down for the dirt
When putting in work I ain't no motherfucking punk
Down with my partners that a nigga fucked around with
Hunting for some shit to get up into and we found it
If you had a problem with a nigga we was down with
We rolled by your set and shot your whole click down, bitch
Niggas play for keeps in the city that I come from
Niggas talk shit from out of town, but they don't want none
If you think you want some, then go ahead and come
It ain't where you at, you stupid bitch, it's where you from
And coming through my hood is where you finding all the thugs at
Looking for some dope and they gon' show you where the drugs at
Looking for some trouble, well, a nigga's gonna plug that
Niggas keep they pistols up underneath they rug mat
Show your little ass, go ahead and let your ass show
Talking that shit, punk bitch, you better dash, hoe
Once I get it on it ain't no motherfucking holding this
Kinda fucked up that I'm a nigga that be chauvinist
Niggaroe, the heater want this fool to let the trigger go
But bitch, I got's to give you one to let you niggas know
I'm letting you bitches know

Front, back and side to side
I'm letting you bitches know

How a nigga back in the game I used to start shit
Mopping up the hood, making mtherfuckers squab
You fucked with one nigga out of the motherfucker click
You had to fuck around with the whole fucking mob
Cause niggas rolled thick and they didn't take shit
Quick to put that ass up in a muthafucking lynch
Whip it on your ass, then tie it up to a fence
And since we began it's been that way ever since
My niggas used to kick it up around the fucking pikes
Smoking swisher sweets, drinking Miller Lites
Taking turns heating up the motherfucking mic
And maybe beat a buster out his motherfucking bike
Crackerjacks kept a motherfucker on the hustle
Making sure my business stayed stead' trump tight
Hoes sell flippers, gave two for ten
And even gave up shake to keep my clientele tight
Before long I had customers out the ass buying flippers
Bearskin coats, tight ropes and fat slippers
Fresh fade daily, I had my own fucking clipppers
And all kinds of hoes on my cock sucking zipper
Hoes came in handy, but my money came first
Cause bitches get a ghost when they see a nigga's hearse
So if I ain't have shit I had a motherfucking ?
And could pull on my dick if worse came to worst
So if you got a problem with the way I run my business
Let a nigga know, so I can put you in your place
9 times out of 10 you ain't man enough to deal with
The born killing, dope dealing Mr. Scarface
Rougher than a motherfucker, taking no shit from a
Busta motherfucker who be flexing off the bullshit
Got my bull pump on all you bitch-made niggas
So let a nigga know when you bitches want to flip
I'm letting you niggas know

Front, back and side to side

I had to let you know I ain't that nigga you should toy with
So don't come in my face with that motherfucking boy shit
Never coming soft with that 'love, peace and joy' shit
Mr., Mr. Scarface, the real deal McCoy shit
Sending out a shot to all you busta-ass one times
Suck a nigga dick, or make a nigga rich
Cause you don't get props for what you doing for the cops
Except a swift kick and a mouth full of dick
Letting motherfuckers talk ass about your game plan
Just because you got a big gat you'se the same man
That used to get your ass kicked daily back in the neighborhood
Finally got a nigga back pushed like you said you would
Fuck it, I'm a nigga getting down for his cash flow
Down to down a hoe, I'm letting you niggas know
I'm letting you bitches know

Front, back and side to side
I'm letting you niggas know
You know I'm saying?

This is for the
Front, back and side to side

Sending this out to all my motherfucking partners

Writer : JOHNSON, JOSEPH/JORDAN, BRAD
Copyright : Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing