Scarface Dying With Your Boots On lyrics

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Copy to Clipboard: Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down
Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's getting hard now
These motherfucking cops be planting shit on these niggas
Simply because these niggas got bank accounts that's bigger
I just can't get no peace from you motherfucking rollers
Every time I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over
I'm sick of motherfuckers who be jocking Whitey's coattails
Blacker than a motherfucker, sweat me 'bout my dope-sales
Niggas just take your cut and get your ass up out my face
The only thing you probably get from me is a cock-sucking pistol case
Unless you plan on plantin a lil' something in my shit
Just because you ain't got shit, bitch!
Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure
That they can fuck with a million dollar nigga
They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, shooking Indo
Getting fucked up in the gank-hole
The only way you'll whip that motherfucker is when you whip that motherfucker
And we choke the motherfucker (Man, fuck that motherfucker!)
So when you hear my song and wanna get it on
You better come prepared motherfucker, you dyin with boots on

[Chorus]
(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)
Dying with ya boots on
(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)
Yeah

[Interlude: prison guard talking to inmate]
Guard: Do you know how many years you're facing inside?
25 to life and that's on the real
So you better snitch on your partner

[Inmate]
Fuck that! It was Brad dog, I ain't going out by myself

Niggas getting caught, doing time, so they snitching
They picking niggas up on a funky ass suspicion
We'll be going down for some questioning we think
And end up getting hit with the fucking kitchen sink
Racketeer and laundering, Kingpin wondering
If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them
Just because we're niggas and they figure we're no smarter
We'll sell each other out, and start rattin' on our partners
They start bringing up shit that happened back in '85
And then comes the largest jury, bitch, they fuckin time!
You might as well play the state cause you gon' do day for day
And selling out your homeboys ain't the shit
Cos y'all gonna have to die in this bitch, bitch!
Lobbing with ya white suits on
And dying with ya motherfucking boots on

(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)

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