The Heatmakerz - Face Off lyrics

[Ghostface k**ah (Scarface)] Yeah, this Tony Starks Scarface, yeah, we about to switch faces (It's goin' down) Yeah Kay Slay (Right here, right here tonight dawg) (Face Mob in New York City) (Huh, holla atcho goddamn boy!) (Don't f** wit me, don't get this sh** crunk up in here, Kay!) (Cuz you know I'mma goddamn fool wit this sh**) [Scarface] I'm creatin' a masterpiece for n***as Doin' it Kay Slay, all day, ev'y day, steady up in the 12 gauge I'm f**in' your house up, you and your spouse up You open your mouth up, guarantee you I douce ya Have 'em writin' about ya, daily I'm in the papers for doubtin' a motherf**er Stankin' the speculation, you want it, you got it, baby I'm at you a lifetime, the n***a washin' your window shorten your lifeline You're f**in' wit white wine, I'm f**in' wit nitrate I'm emotionless when I get 'em, a n***a wit ice veins Ain't impressed wit status or j**elry, I'm on some street sh** Don't believe in sit in front of a jury, that's weak sh** You talk it, you gotta live it, I live it, that's why I speak it Exposin' these n***as weakness', Kay I got 'em sleepin' Reality, f** a record, don't believe in disrespectin' And n***as will be to see you while your people got you rested' I'm reckless (Chorus) [Ghostface k**ah] Mama used to take trips to face to face Now it's face-to-face, Ghost & Face, Scar & Slay We gon' walk the path that mama laid We fail, we gon' see a skull on Dahmer's grave [Ghostface k**ah] I remember bustin' out the house from police duckin' the vans Wit them taped-up broken revolvers stuck to my pants That was '88, around the time of Slick Rick era Day to day, rolled chains wit them thick knit sweaters Who gives a f** what the D.A. say, they wanna see me pay Motherf**er this is G.F.K.! I settle crimes wit metal 9s and I ain't gonna stop 'Til your brains all over the street like yellow lines Marshmellow dimes, brick be the size of cobblestones Acknowledge the throne, it's Pretty Tone I'm legendary and compared to my work on the strip, y'all secondary I'm hittin' these fiends lovely, my sh** be extra heavy Like construction workers in Timbs, and plus they two box Two Glocks incase I gotta bump a few cops off You know how we do in Staten Island, this is Gaten Island, n***a Not a non-violence sticker (Chorus) [Scarface] I gave you a chance to eat, but you chose to bite the hand that fed You took your sh**, n***a, lay in your bed Who'd ever thought this n***a that we sat down at our table and fed Would roll on the street and on wit the feds I used to love this n***a Now I roll around wit a mask and a strap and a grudge for that n***a f**in' wit me, this adds the fuel to the fire And I'm about to snap that wire! [Ghostface k**ah] We want them new 20s and 100s, Ziplock money Y'all gon' fund it, we gon' eat big like Big Pun did And we goin' all out like Hussein's sons did We stickin' n***as like New York cops wit plungers So take some advice, there's three bears Cashmere down wit 12 gauges under the table Slay got the shotty, ain't that your label And them other two bears, yo, theys the one that paid you buddy! (Chorus) (gunshots)