Geto Boys — Another Nigger in the Morgue

[Intro: Scarface] Let me get down when I rock the— the— the— The shit ain't got no fuckin drums in it, man Damn, why don't you put some fuckin drums in the music? So I can [Verse 1: Scarface] Get down to business I think it's time I paid a little visit To my run-down neighborhood cemetery To tally up the people I've buried Fifty-seven, fifty-eight, fifty-nine All layin' down in the same line You sorry motherfuckers couldn't handle me I done fucked up seventeen families So bring it on if you wanna play, huh Make my motherfuckin' day 'Cause you'll be one dead motherfucker, Black I'ma put your ass on your back I won't play no games with ya, boy You'll just be one more nigga in the morgue [Interlude: Scarface] Yeah, I like that, man, that shit sound kinda funky, don't it? Hahahaha, yo, let me finish this freestyle though, man Hold 'em down, hold 'em up, yo [Verse 2: Scarface] It's gonna be a killin' after midnight Niggas gettin' ready for the big fight You could say this one's a murder by a lunatic M11 on your ass, bitch Loadin' up my weapons, gettin' ready for Another street-sweepin' neighborhood drug war Police come around in a meat wagon Knowin' that tonight they'll be draggin' Off motherfuckers to a six-foot ditch I hope your insurance paid up, bitch 'Cause tonight is the night, motherfucker Be a good killer or a damn good ducker 'Cause if you ain't, your ass is fallin' to the paint Bloodshed seems to make a nigga faint Not me with a .9 in my hand I could fall asleep lyin' next to a dead man You gotta understand me It's been a vet sorry motherfucker layin' out dead, see So if you wanna come, come hard Or you'll be another nigga in the morgue [Interlude: Scarface] Yeah, you motherfuckers You motherfuckers goin' for bad and shit, you know what I'm sayin'? But you'll be another nigga in the morgue, motherfucker Oh, yo, check this out [Verse 3: Scarface] But gettin' back to the bloodbath You motherfuckers out there go for bad That shit played out, my brother I ride by and gun down motherfuckers Whether friend or foe, bro Steppin' on my toes, your ass has gotta go Now here's how the shit took place (How'd it go?) A nigga waved a trey-eight in my face (Damn) Screamin' that shit about the Squab Mob Talkin' big shit about the South Park Said he's gonna stop me Pissed off cause I'm down with the 5th Ward posse (Mhm) The shit didn't make me none I ain't scared of no goddamn gun (My nigga) Once I saw a break, I snuck 'em What about his three boys, man? Fuck 'em I'll put it on his ass 'cause he's bigger Then worry about the other three niggas All of them ran to get backup That's twelve more niggas I'ma stack up Opened up the trunk in a rage And loaded up my goddamn twelve gauge If the punk don't keep ya I'll be forced to hit ya with the street sweeper Your ass shouldn't a started no static, G Twelve gunshots automatically I ain't goin' out like no sucker I'm goin' out like a crazy motherfucker Everybody knows that I ain't got it all And I don't give a fuck about none of y'all Hit three or four in the head That's three or four niggas left for dead It doesn't pay to check cards 'Cause I'm sendin' motherfuckers to the morgue (Morgue)