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 -Its influencing our minors and destroying our young community -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 blaiming 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 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 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 seperation 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 one A tisket a tasket A nigga got his ass kicked Shot in the face by a cop, close casket An open and sgut 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 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 kow 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 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 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 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