Kool G Rap & DJ Polo - Two to the Head lyrics

[Production By Kool G. Rap & Sir Jinx ] [Intro: Scarface] "Ladies and gentlemen... Ladies and gentlemen... let's get together And give a great big round of applause to To a new group..." [Scarface laughing so loud sample is obscured] Ahhhhhhhhhhhh sh** Scarface is on the mix So yo, s** a n***a dick Or make a n***a rich, or somethin, b*tch [Verse 1: Scarface] See I come from the place known as the South Park Zone Talkin sh** ain't in the clique, and take your punk a** home Cause I'm the type of n***a down, chump Hit you in the chest with a motherf**in tec and watch you jump So die motherf**ers die motherf**ers die Look deep into the eyes of a k**er smokin' fry One n***a you can't f** wit Cause I'm a born k**er with the mind of a lunatic So bring in bodybags when I start bangin Cause I'm leavin motherf**ers laid out, with they brains hangin Straight gettin down for mine And I'll f** up a b**h, cause I don't mind dyin' So feel me drill me, put a bullet in my head, but yo You can't k** me, cause I'm already dead Scarface goin psycho, yeah Play p**y, get f**ed and take two to your head [Verse 2: Bushwick Bill] I'm Bushwick Bill, but call me Chuckie 5th Ward hard b**h, play hero and buck me Cause I'm known to pull your skull out Grip a motherf**er by his neck and gouge his f**in eyes out I'm insane by a longshot, hey Chuckwick Bill, a.k.a. Charles Lee Ray A short n***a with some lonnnnng nuts Drop you dead in your bed now I'm ready for a long f** Necromance that a** for a minute And split that motherf**in clique when I'm finished You punk b**hes be retreatin Freddy and Jason runnin home with their mouths bleedin So welcome to the Slaughterhouse, champ 5th Ward Texas, Chuckie's Concentration Camp You punk motherf**ers fled And those who didn't make it got two to the f**in head [Verse 3: Ice Cube] Buck 'em down, buck 'em down, come again Two to the chin, Ice Cube'll blast they a** till the end With my pistol, runnin from Da Lench Mob Is How You Survive in South Central Kick the instrumental, run and get your bigger crew Cause it's Judgment Day, and Ice Cube is Termin***a 2 Pow pow buck buck pow buck Your name is Stucky Mack, now you realize that you're f**ed Two to the brain, I leave a migraine Have you droolin like a vegetable, but you're not edible It's the incredible, buck your a** from head to toe Audi 5000, don't wait for the Feds to show Cause they'll have me go up, up the river Where the white boys'll try to make a n***a Walk, walk the plank, got the shank, hide the tape Around the handle, gotta let em know what I stand for In the chow line, now is the time See the trustee, walk up from behind Real quick shank shank, leave his a** red Motherf**er dead, from two to the head [Verse 4: Kool G Rap] See where I come from the crime rate only rises The murderers disguise in all ages shapes and sizes b**hes picked up and dicked up, n***as they gettin stuck up Give up what you got, or get your a** shot the f** up Run em down and gun em down, yeah that's how we do it n***as get k**ed, and then filled with embalming fluid Step to the n***as that I'm checkin Pull out the tec and I reckon you'll get murdered in a second Bang with the nine, boom with the pound Motherf**ers are fallin and crawlin on the ground Snitches get stitches, b**hes that act snotty Inside the parties even the hotties get turned to bodies Now I heard, they got other places that's similar But I represent New York, you f** around I'm k**in ya A whole block of cops patrollin when I'm rollin And if my pockets are swollen you know somebody's sh** got stolen Yeah you n***as get ripped, when my clip, goes in the S-M-I-T-H W-E-Double-S-O-N Or the reliable revolver And like I said before, it's the motherf**in problem solver So bring it on n***a, get brave It's plenty motherf**ers gettin sent to early graves Cause when a n***a gets fed Then all you motherf**ers get two to the f**in head