Scarface - People Don't Believe (AKA Hand Of The Dead Body) lyrics

We got this whole motherf**er on a mission Now the whole, entire world's gotta try to come up with a quick decision They claim we threats to society And now they callin' on the government to try and make somebody quiet For the bullsh** they done to me Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me So gangsta rap ain't done sh** for that I've even seen white folks from River Oaks go get the gat So why you tryin' kick some dust up America's been always known for blaming us n***as for they f**-ups And we were always considered evil Now they tryin' to bust our only code of communicating with our people Let's peep the game from a different angle Matt Dillon pulled his pistol every time him and someone tangled So why you criticize me for the sh** that you see on your TV? That rates worse than PG Just bring your a** to where they got me So you can feel the hand of the dead body n***a don't believe that song That n***a's wrong Gangstas don't live that long n***a don't believe that song That n***a's wrong Gangstas don't live that long So now they tryin' separation And sendin' black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation Tappin' into our conversation Saying, the message that they give bring forth or premeditation So David's got a silver mag while listenin' to Brad David gets mad and k**s his dad David Duke's got a shotgun So why you get upset 'cause I got one? A tisket, a tasket, a n***a got his a** kicked Shot in the face by a cop, close casket An open and shut situation Cop gets got, they wanna blame it on my occupation If you don't dig me then, n***a, you can sue me Because the sh** that I be sayin' ain't worse than no western money Don't blame me, blame your man, Gotti So you can feel the hand of the dead body n***a don't believe that song That n***a's wrong Gangstas don't live that long You best to free your mind Before I free my nine And stop f**in' with the void in pop Or feel my hot rocks Bang, bang, boom, boom, ping, ping, I'm the black White boys gat a magazine and don't know how to act I'll attack and make you vomit Down with Khalid Abdul Muhammad Do he got a brother, I'm it now I'm the illest Wanna k** this house, n***a, Don Cornelius Can you feel this? You punk n***as make me sick s**in' on the devil's dick Scared of revolution Need to start deuchin' Houston is the place, I caught a case Them motherf**ers tried to put a scar on my face But I bust two times to the gut To the Reverend, Calvin bu*ts, gotta pair of nuts? I started this gangsta sh** in '86 Now you dissin' me for publicity Isn't he a hoe to the third degree? Who me? I'm a G who like to scrap a lot Down with Rap-A-Lot And I can't stop, won't stop So f**, Bill and Hillary Ice Cube, there ain't no k**in' me Ice Cube, Scarface Droppin' on these sellin' out n***as, doing it like this n***a don't believe that song That n***a's wrong Gangstas don't live that long