Uncle Eddie - Hand of the Dead Body lyrics

-In world news today, officials agree that rapper Brad Jordan alias Scarface must be stopped -After being monitored by secret service agents for two years -Evidence leads Tobacco and Fire Arms officials to believe that his Literally dope lyrics promote drug usage and distribution Degrade women, influence gambling, promote and teach violence And more Importantly It's influencing our minors and destroying our young community Officials say, he's the lord of underground rap and his music must be Stopped Scarface: Verse 1 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 calling 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 trying 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 trying to bust our only code of communicating with our people Lets 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 Devin The Dude: Chorus (Repeat 2X) n***a don't believe that song That n***a's wrong Gangstas don't live that long Scarface: Verse 2 So now they trying separation And sending black folks in white coats to infiltrate our congregation Tapping into our conversation Saying the message that they give Bring forth or premeditation So David's got a silver mag While listening to Brad, David gets pissed 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, the wanna blame it on my occupation If you don't dig me, than n***a you can sue me Because the sh** that I be saying ain't worse than no western movie Don't blame me blame your man Gotti So you can feel the hand of the dead body Chorus: Ice Cube: Verse 3 You best to free your mind Before I free my nine And stop f**ing with Devoid of Pop Or feel my hot rocks Bang,bang, boom boom, ping ping I'm the black White boys got a magazine and don't kow 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**ing on the devil's dick Scared of revolution Need to start douching 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 Do the Reverend Calvin bu*ts Got a pair of nuts? I started this gangsta sh** in '86 Now you dissing me For publicity Isn't he a ho 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 their ain't no k**ing me Ice Cube, Scarface Dropping on these selling out n***as, doing it like this Chorus: