Hand of the Dead Body
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 firearms 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 young community
Officials say, he's the lord of underground rap
Him and his music must be stopped
We got this whole motherfucker on a mission
Now the whole entire world's gotta try to come up with a quick decision
They claim we threats to society
And now they calling on the government to try and make somebody quiet
For the bullshit they done to me
Gangsta Nip, Spice-1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So, why you trying kick some dust up?
America's been always known for blaming us niggas for they fuck-ups
And we were always considered evil
Now they trying to bust our only code of communicating 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 shit that you see on your TV
That rates worse than PG?
Just bring your ass to where they got me
So you can feel the hand of the dead body
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
So now they trying separation
And sending black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation
Tapping into our conversation
Saying the message that they give bring forth or premeditation
So David's got a silver mag
While listening to Brad, David gets pissed and kills his dad
David Duke's got a shotgun
So, why you get upset 'cause I got one?
A tisket a tasket, a nigga got his ass kicked
Shot in the face by a cop, close casket
An open and shut situation
Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue me
'Cause the shit that I be saying ain't worse than no western movie
Don't blame me blame your man Gotti
So you can feel the hand of the dead body
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
You best to free your mind before I free my nine
And stop fucking with Devoid of Pop or feel my hot rocks
Bang, bang, boom boom, ping, ping, I'm the black
White boys got a magazine and don't kow how to act
I'll attack and make you vomit
Down with Khalid Abdul Muhammad
Do he got a brother? I'm it now
I'm the illest
Wanna kill this house nigga Don Cornelius
Can you feel this?
You punk niggas make me sick
Sucking on the devil's dick, scared of revolution
Need to start douching, Houston is the place, I caught a case
Them motherfuckers tried to put a scar on my face
But I bust two times to the gut
Do the Reverend Calvin Butts, got a pair of nuts?
I started this gangsta shit in '86, now you dissin' me? For publicity?
Isn't he a ho to the third degree?
Who, me?
I'm a G that like to scrap-a-lot
Down with Rap-A-Lot
And I can't stop, won't stop
So, fuck Bill and Hillary
Ice Cube there ain't no killing me
Ice Cube, Scarface
Dropping on these selling out niggas, doing it like this
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
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 firearms 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 young community
Officials say, he's the lord of underground rap
Him and his music must be stopped
We got this whole motherfucker on a mission
Now the whole entire world's gotta try to come up with a quick decision
They claim we threats to society
And now they calling on the government to try and make somebody quiet
For the bullshit they done to me
Gangsta Nip, Spice-1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me
So gangsta rap ain't done shit for that
I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat
So, why you trying kick some dust up?
America's been always known for blaming us niggas for they fuck-ups
And we were always considered evil
Now they trying to bust our only code of communicating 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 shit that you see on your TV
That rates worse than PG?
Just bring your ass to where they got me
So you can feel the hand of the dead body
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
So now they trying separation
And sending black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation
Tapping into our conversation
Saying the message that they give bring forth or premeditation
So David's got a silver mag
While listening to Brad, David gets pissed and kills his dad
David Duke's got a shotgun
So, why you get upset 'cause I got one?
A tisket a tasket, a nigga got his ass kicked
Shot in the face by a cop, close casket
An open and shut situation
Cop gets got, the wanna blame it on my occupation
If you don't dig me, than nigga you can sue me
'Cause the shit that I be saying ain't worse than no western movie
Don't blame me blame your man Gotti
So you can feel the hand of the dead body
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
You best to free your mind before I free my nine
And stop fucking with Devoid of Pop or feel my hot rocks
Bang, bang, boom boom, ping, ping, I'm the black
White boys got a magazine and don't kow how to act
I'll attack and make you vomit
Down with Khalid Abdul Muhammad
Do he got a brother? I'm it now
I'm the illest
Wanna kill this house nigga Don Cornelius
Can you feel this?
You punk niggas make me sick
Sucking on the devil's dick, scared of revolution
Need to start douching, Houston is the place, I caught a case
Them motherfuckers tried to put a scar on my face
But I bust two times to the gut
Do the Reverend Calvin Butts, got a pair of nuts?
I started this gangsta shit in '86, now you dissin' me? For publicity?
Isn't he a ho to the third degree?
Who, me?
I'm a G that like to scrap-a-lot
Down with Rap-A-Lot
And I can't stop, won't stop
So, fuck Bill and Hillary
Ice Cube there ain't no killing me
Ice Cube, Scarface
Dropping on these selling out niggas, doing it like this
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
Nigga don't believe that song
That nigga's wrong
Gangstas don't live that long
Credits
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Brad Jordan, Mike Dean, Joseph Johnson, Eddie Wilson
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