Hand Of The Dead Body

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 communities

Officials say, "He's the Lord of underground rap

And his music must be stopped"

We got this whole motherfucker 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 bullshit they done to me

Gangsta Nip, Spice 1 or 2Pac never gave a gun to me

So gangsta rap ain't done shit 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 niggas for they fuck-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 criticize me for the shit that you see

On your TV that rates worse than PG

Just bring your ass to where they got me

So you can feel the hand of the dead body

Nigga don't believe that song, that nigga's wrong

Gangstas don't live that long

So now they tryin' separation

And sendin' black folks in white coats to infiltrate our

So now they tryin' separation

And sendin' black folks in white coats to infiltrate our

So 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 kills his dad

David Duke's got a shotgun

So why you get upset 'cause I got a tisk, task

A niggas ass 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 nigga you can sue me

Because the shit 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

Nigga don't believe that song, that nigga's wrong

Gangstas don't live that long

You best to free your mine before I free my nine

And stop fuckin' 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 Kahlid Abdul Muhammad

Do he got a brother, I'm it now

I'm the illest wanna kill this house nigga Don Cornelius

Can you feel this?

You punk niggas make me sick

Suckin' on the devil's dick scared of revolution

Need to start deuchin'

Houston is the place I caught a case

Houston is the place I caught a case

Houston is the place I caught a case

Them motherfuckers tried to put a scar on my face

But I bust two times to the gut

To the Reverend Calvin Butts gotta pair of nuts?

I started this gangsta shit in 86

Now you dissin' me for publicity, isn't he a hoe to the third degree

I'm a G who like to scrap a lot, down with rap a lot

And I can't stop, won't stop

So fuck Bill and Hillary Ice Cube their ain't no killin' me

Ice Cube, Scarface, droppin' on these sellin' out niggas, doing it like this

Nigga don't believe that song, that nigga's wrong

Gangstas don't live that long