(Verse One) Niggas get stomped when they step with that bullshit If you got a firearm, go ahead and pull it Cause I'ma put it dead on ya ass when you reach I got a little friend on my shoulder that I think you wanna meet A 9 millimeter, that will stop him Get his ass focused, once I focus him I drop him Boy you should of known not to fuck with me bitch Brothers like me will make ???? rich So if you got something that you think you wanna prove You better prove it now, cause you don't get a second chance dude One chance is all you get And if I beat you to the draw, that's it Get your momma's black dress and call your family It's gonna be a murder, my reason insanity
(Verse Two) I was born with a chip on my shoulder Now that I'm older, momma's talking shit but I told her "Mind your fucking business" I love the girl to death But I don't wanna hear it, save your fucking breath I know my time is coming, and I ain't gonna lie I may be scared of Jason, but I'm not scared to die So when a nigga talk shit, and I buck 'em Shoot me in the head, put me a box, and just say "fuck 'em" Later on that day I heard gunshots Watching niggas running (Aiyo that nigga got shot) Ran to the corner said "What happened my brother?" He just laid there shaking, bleeding like a muthafucka God damn!! "Who would let that off to him?" Man: Some niggas from your hood, Triple ????? Get your shit together, we're heading for the village I think its time to pay them hoes a little visit Them niggas don't understand me It's gonna be a murder, my reason insanity
(Verse Three) Pulled up in a Rider, trailer full of niggas Mack 10, Tech 9's, all with fingers on the trigger Backed in the bitch like I was staying Opened up the trailer, *gunshots* South Park started spraying Bullets flying everywhere, niggas getting struck Had dope in the village, but I didn't give a fuck Shoot the bitch up, then I'ma leave her If I can't sell my dope, then you can't either Now here's a valueable lesson to learn You fuck with mine, you get burned Headed for the nigga who shot my partner *Gunshot* Shot his father Walkin' through the living room tearing up shit He's loading up his pistol, ain't that a bitch You should of had it loaded, he said "Come on Scarface, hold it I won't do it again man" Yeah, I know it I told you when you take mine, I take yours Hands in the air, fell to the floor "Please don't shoot Scarface" I looked him in the eye - then I shot him in his face A sucka's way out is to steal 'em My dad said "Always look a man in the eye before you kill him" It had to be a murder, them hoes couldn't handle me "What's your reason man?" - Insanity
Compositor: Brad Jordan (Scarface) ECAD: Obra #13316135