We've been expecting you
Something potent for your system
Ain't no stoppin' cause we droppin'
DJ Squeaky on the 12
Stop ain't there, I'll give ya hell
Ready to bust, release the anger,
frustration and the pain
Payin' dues, stayin' true, man,
it's all in the game
From the ghettos of the South,
hard times like Curtis Mayfield
But through all the bullshit,
a nigga gotta stay real, drill
Sometimes it's kill or be killed,
sometimes playa, haters make real
Nig gas poor,
they still gettin' caught up in some drama
Cause these haters don't wanna
see ya on ya feet
Lord, tell me why these devils
wanna come and fuck with me
Can't they see,
I just ain't going out without a fight
You can try to break me down
but I'm coming back just like Mike
With a vengeance, no remorse,
I'm coming at ya
Full force, feel the
wrath when I catch ya
Let's go to war,
bitch I'm right at your doorstep
The almighty is with me
so we fighting to the death
If you haters tryna stop me,
it's to the death
Crooked cops that wanna drop me,
it's to the death
The wicked sys tem tryna lock me,
it's to the death
I hope you feel these thoughts I felt,
cause it's to the death
If you haters tryna stop me,
it's to the death
Crooked cops,
they wanna drop me,
it's to the death
The wicked sys tem tryna lock me,
it's to the death
I hope you feel these thoughts I felt,
cause it's to the A to the L to
the K to the A -T -R -A -Z
You haters oughta recognize
a real motherfucker from the streets
Memphis bound,
the thumpin' sound,
the ghost bump in the nights
Ain't no love, nothin' but slugs
livin' in the last days
People don't give a fuck,
it's do or die
Hungry of food, cats be gettin' killed
If animosity in the air, a nigga like me
Gotta pack that steel,
let's bring that shit to the front lines
If it's gon' be war, let's go to war
Now I'm thinkin'
in the right frame of mind
Cause love don't live from the war
It might be me that catch that shot,
so I'm thinkin' in KILLER SKULL
With a blackened Glock, if God forbid
It's gon' be your motherfuckin'
body that rot
They call me Scott Faisal,
ain't lookin' for no drama
But play your head if you startin' shit
Make a nigga get buck up in this bitch
Singin' lullabies, extra actions
Another homicide,
bodies ziplocked in some plastic
This shit is getting drastic,
deadly revelations out of the tabs
Eternal sleep to the death
when you lay in the box made out of pine
Now if you haters tryna stop me
It's to the death,
crooked cops that wanna drop me
It's to the death,
the wicked system tryna lock me
It's to the death,
I hope you feel these thoughts I feel
Cause it's to the death,
if you haters tryna stop me
It's to the death,
crooked cops that wanna drop me
It's to the death,
the wicked sys tem tryna lock me
It's to the death,
I hope you feel these thoughts I feel
Cause it's to the death,
if you haters tryna stop me
It's to the death,
crooked cops they wanna drop me
It's to the death,
the wicked sys tem tryna lock me
It's to the death,
I hope you feel these thoughts I feel
Cause it's to the death,
if you haters tryna stop me
It's to the death,
crooked cops they wanna drop me
It's to the death,
the wicked sys tem tryna lock me
It's to the death,
I hope you feel these thoughts I felt,
cause it's to the death
Yeah, Scottface Al Capone
back in that ass
Givin' you a lil' dose from my upcoming album,
titled
Welcome to the motherfuckin' struggle
This shit goin' out
to all my niggas down south
All my niggas on the west side,
the back area
The niggas on the east side
After Trash on the rise
Player haters better re
cognize