Fuck Tony Montana
    (专辑: The White Man Is The Devil Vol. 2: Citizen Caine - 2006)
    
    [ILL Bill:]  Fuck Tony Montana, we kill kids  If he did. he'd still be alive  Al Pacino fucked up twice  I'm a 
vet but Benny Blanco ain't taking my life  I'mma end up on the 
beach with my seed in my wife  One last hustle, last hoorah, move this last bundle  I 
caught bodies out here, homie, I 
can't fumble  Most of my felonies are legendary  That's why I 
put most of my enemies in cemeteries  I 
seen visions from beyond the 
grave, burning in Hell  Screaming in pain to God, begging to be saved  This is purgatory, another first-degree murder story  They took my kindness for a 
weakness and turned it on me  That's when I 
blacked out, pulling triggers like I 
was cracked out  Eyes bugging out my head, tapped out  Schized the 
fuck out, Lōc-ed out, coked out  Shottied up, left you soaked the 
fuck up and smoked out   [Everlast:]  Fuck a 
motherless child from a 
penniless home  I'm a 
heartless lion with an iron jawbone  I'm no Al Capone or Corleone  But I've been known to put a 
hit out on the 
microphone  Fuck your time zone, fuck your area code  I'll detonate my payload and watch it explode  It's a 
gangster boogie, it's a 
soldier's hustle  Little bank take big bank if it got muscle  Drugs, money, sex, revolution is next  This ain't strong-armed robbery, we got a 
small armory  Fuck cracks and Glocks, we shooting back at the 
cops  Deep undercover like we running black ops  Battle cry singing, you're on my dick swinging  Ain't nobody fucking with this drama I'm bringing  Some men are king and some men are peasants  So come kiss the 
ring, bow down to the 
king   [Sick Jacken:]  I'm from the 
double S 
till I 
drop  I 
rep the 
bubble vest with a 
Glock  My trouble stem from all the 
death on my block  The 
meth and the 
rock got zombie armies set to pop  Jail cells are funeral plots, they're stressed in a 
box  Sick Side harmony is like Jews and Arabs in bombing sprees  My hood's the 
Gaza Strip, this raw shit's a 
part of me  A 
cult following martyrs me, street life is haunting me constantly  Thinking cops with the 
friction are trying to slaughter me  A 
killer's lottery is roulette, not on himself  That's when Russians test the 
Mexicans and see who's next  Hit the 
block and you'll catch two TECs  Nevermind where you're from, we're reacting cause we preview death  Drive-by murder, hit with a 
live burner  You try to shake a 
barrel to buck, it's not heard of  You are not everlasting, get Slaine by ILL Bill  One Lethal dose of pain and get left on the 
Hill   [B-Real:]  There's so many ways to hustle man, I 
got em all locked  If you think about touching mine, the 
hammer's on cock  Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind  We never stop the 
hustle, get the 
paper and fly  That's life in the 
city, shit is gritty, no it ain't pretty  But we on the 
grind, homie, if you ain't rolling with me  When you against you just an enemy that might be a 
cancer  So then we're searching to remove your ass, ain't taking no chances  In the 
darkest places ones with the 
unknown faces  Cause fire places in hearts of the 
rebels you hating  You better take a 
look and recognise the 
monster created  I 
think we gotta choke em, we just elevated to hatred  What you know about survival? Ever struggle to eat?  What you know about the 
poverty? Ever live on the 
street?  When there ain't no opportunity trying to make ends meet  Then you become what they fear but they fear the 
elite   [Slaine:]  I'm a 
DMS soldier, EMS hold ya  Now you're knocked the 
fuck out, you need a 
rest, I 
told ya  Homie, you don't walk with a 
lien on my shoulder  Scheming on your dollar, fiending for a 
boulder  Blue-eyed devil spilling semen on your culture  Who am I 
to revel, what I'm being is a 
vulture  On both coasts with the 
toast to roast you  My soul's so close to approaching hopeless  Flow's so dope I 
do coke to focus  The 
angel with the 
dust so the 
smokers smoke it  You loathe how I 
roll, it was so ferocious  I 
know this, I 
always had a 
prose composure  Let the 
curtains close cause your shows is over  They'll be no more of you posers posing  It's raw and uncut, with a 
weapon to shoot  I'm the 
truth for the 
youth when I 
step in the 
booth  What?!