| Song Incarcerated Scarfaces | |
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| Artist(s): | Raekwon |
| Game: | Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories |
| Radio Station: | The Liberty Jam |
| Year: | 1995 |
| Genre: | East coast hip hop, gangsta rap |
Incarcerated Scarfaces is a song performed by Raekwon featured in the radio station The Liberty Jam in Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories.
Lyrics
- [Skit]
- – He looks determined without being ruthless. Something heroic in his manner. :There's a courage about him. Doesn't look like a killer. Comes across so calm. Acts :like he has a dream. Full of passion
- – You don't trust me, huh?
- – Well, you know why
- – I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
- [Intro]
- Knock niggas out the box all the time. Bitches know my mothafuckin' repertoire, big :one. Yeah, mothafucka, straight up, fuck your whole team. Take care of B.I., Chef. :Yeah, bust it, fly G.I. niggas
- [Hook]
- Now, yo! Yo, what up? Your time is running out
- It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto
- We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
- Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
- [Verse 1]
- Thug related style attract millions, fans
- They understand my plan, who's the kid up in the green Land?
- Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
- Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
- Fake be fronting, hourglass heads niggas be wanting
- Shutting down your slot, time for pumping
- Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
- Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
- Dough be flowing by the hour's, Wu, we got the collars
- Scholars, Word Life, peace to Power and my whole unit
- Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it
- Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut
- [Hook]
- [Verse 2]
- Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
- Real niggas raise up, spend your money, argue
- But this time is for the uninvited
- Go 'head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is getting fired
- Morphine chicks be burning like chlorine
- Niggas recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
- But hold up, Moet be tasting like throw-up
- My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
- You never had no wins, sliding in these dens
- With Timbs, with Mac-10's and broke friends
- You got guns? Got guns too, what up, son
- Do, you wanna battle for cash and see who's Sun Tzu?
- I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggas
- Who fax, niggas' lyrics is wack, nigga
- Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank busting Scud missles
- You rolling like Trump, you get your meat lumped
- For real, it's just slang rap democracy
- Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
- Check the status, soon to see me at, Caesar's Palace eating salads
- We beating mics sending ki's to Dallas
- I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
- From where we at to my man's cell
- From staircase to stage, minimun wage
- But soon to get a article in Rap Page
- But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac
- Bank account fat, it's going down like that
- And pardon the French but let me speak Italian
- Black Stallion, wildling on Shaolin
- That means the island of Staten
- And niggas carry gats and mad police from Manhattan
- [Hook]
- [Verse 3]
- I do this for barber shop niggas in the Plaza
- Catching asthma, Rae is sticking gun-flashers
- Well-dressed, skating through the projects with big ones
- Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs
- Switch like a chameleon, hit Brazilians
- Pass the cash or leave your children, leave the building
- Niggas, yo, they be folding like envelopes
- Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke
- Yo, Africans denying niggas up in yellow cabs
- Musty like funk, waving they arms, the Arabs
- Sit back, cooling like Kahlua's on rocks
- On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots
- You bitches who fuck dreads on Sudafeds
- Pussy's hurting, they did it for a yard for the Feds
- Word up cousin? Nigga, I seen it
- Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it
- [Hook]
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