QDIII - Let it Be Known lyrics

[Intro: Mack 10 (Scarface)] Mack dime, Scarface (demand the respect) X to tha Z Xzibit [Scarface] I got trouble rhymes to a d**h the troubled times A double nine incase n***as get out of line And heaven knows that I tried to change But in the mist of trying to be a better man Trouble is all I can seem to see And the fact I know tomorrow isn't promised to me So from this day forth I'll be all I can be My brother turned his back on me Got to be my own man Regardless of what the stakes is I'ma play my own hand And I'm tired of being let down by my so-called friends Regardless to the blood shed – no tears in the end Father please forgive for I have sinned – forgive us all But I ain't to blame – the lunatics wearing my heart And I think I gotta build another wall Cause I don't want the world to see me Cause maybe these demons will try to end me I'm exhausted and my body's sleepy Never the less it's hard to rest – I'm a nervous wreck I walk with the stress I use to walk around with a vest But now a days I be like "f** it dog You f** with me I gots to f** with ya'll" And "make ends" is just another word for "pay back" Paying you back today for this grudge that I had way back You n***as I grew up with wouldn't play with that I send you b**hes to the morgue with holes in your head No remorse – why you think my n***as taught me to ball? Cause I be walking around in designer suits? In fact these n***as know that I'm the truth Always scandalous – eye before I shoot For disrespect there is no excuse Calling the choices [Xzibit] No respect, respect is respect [Chorus: Xzibit] X! Want a war? Die on Walk the line get it on Here to today, then your gone – f**ing with us If you talk it up back it up Paper start stacking up n***as start acting up Let it be known X! You want a war? Die on Walk the line get it on Here to today, then your gone – f**ing with us If you talk it up back it up Paper start stacking up n***as start acting up Let it be known [Mack 10] I play with psychotic, lunatic, gang da rang sh** You know that walk up dome n***a close range sh** Mack 10 – probably licked out so deep I dream on it Locate my pray and [?] and put my red dot beam on it Put the hammer lot squeeze on it with the dope kick in f** a rage – feel the 44 shot deep with in b**h n***as can't f** with true n***as by nature And believe me dog you got a problem on your hands if I hate ya I'll make [?] spit flames like a K n***a Now close your eyes, pray n***a - I swear it's your day n***a Got so much dope off its like a crack storm to me And your heart is so gone but your a** belongs to me Using my colors against me but this time stay true Ain't no body to blame shoot, for you now being through Plus and make one move to the game When your scandalous living trife That's when you f** with a real n***a gotta pay with your life [Chorus] [Mack 10] You say I can't hustle – well hell if I can't I keep my nose to the grind And go hard to the paint With a ki of that white or a pound of that dank And if it's dank it gotta be sticky and stank It's the dope dealer 1-0 the powder pusher You's a p**y so you's a dusher and blood gusher I'ma Inglewood swangin' I'ma rep Hoo-Bangin' I'ma let my nuts hangin' I'ma do tha damn thangin' I f** all b**h n***as and slap up hoes And shatter windows with K's and chemicals So when the funk kick is on We don't need a show stopper Get the rangin' east poppers Squeeze and waving east choppers f** around with this sh** and get your wig split Either do it myself or just pay for your hit It's the chicken hard pa**ion And I'm never letting up Anything in my way best believe I'm wetting up [Chorus]