They Bitches

They Bitches Lyrics

[ VERSE 1: Scarface ]
The heavy hitters from the Hou, Tex, back in effect
Even rougher than ever, what the f**k did you expect?
The G.B. to apologize?
For never givin a f**k?
Hittin muthaf**kas up?
Still the rawest in this street thing, I read things
Stayin high as a f**k in a Bentley bumpin Sweet Thing
And we came to reincarnate the real
Hardcore gangsta sh*t for y'all still
Goin insane, puttin a bullet in your brain
Leavin you shocked, f**kin the world like Pac
Settin niggas up like Puerto-Ricans to stop breathin
Cause destiny caught up with yo ass and got even
And I'm seein your whole family ripped apart
Follow in the steps of a nigga with no heart
I'm suicidal, manic depressive, seekin guidance
I speak to shrinks every week, must inquire
They lyin, on the verge of settin off the war
f**k the police (dump them b**ches in they car)

[ CHORUS: Scarface ]
Cause the police is b**ches
The niggas is b**ches
The b**ches is b**ches
The politicians is b**ches
The b**ches is b**ches
The niggas is b**ches
The police is b**ches
The b**ches is b**ches
The politicians is b**ches
KKK, they b**ches

[ VERSE 2: Willie D ]
Die muthaf**ka, die muthaf**ka, die muthaf**ka
Die muthaf**ka, that's the message
To the b**ches in the white dresses
I got some sh*t to make the room rock
If you don't wanna feel the pain, you keep your asses in the boon docks
Dumb muthaf**kas with your pick up trucks
Gave muthaf**kas jammin sticks up butts
I shoot your asses in the guts and leave your brains on the windshield
You muthaf**kas shoulda been killed

[ VERSE 3: Scarface ]
Murder-murder-murder, kill a muthaf**ka still
Watchin the military blowin b**ches up at will
On the brink of startin World War III, f**k peace
Cause to me an A to a K spells relief
Blow this muthaf**ka up, f**k Sadam
Sneak up on his ass with a rifle, f**k a bomb
Remember 'Nam? Niggas got killed in Desert Storm
When the well being of my kids is at stake I'm alarmed, heavily armed

[ VERSE 4: Willie D ]
Muthaf**k the judge, the jury and the prosecutor
Diverted Juda, I smoke Buddah and roll with shooteres
War recruiters, the type of niggas that'll run you down
Pistol whip you in front of your family and gun you down
With no compassion niggas be blastin and blastin
And blastin, like ??? niggas be passin
We mashin on muthaf**kas tired of breathin
Niggas get even, leavin your loved ones grievin
f**kin with heathens, the graveyard be your residence
I don't give a f**k if you the goddamn President
It's evident, I'm a survivalist
Two in the back of the head is what my rivals get
Child molesters, I hate them muthaf**kas, let's kill em
??? for f**kin with our children
Blood-spill-em along with the deadbeat dads
We needs to straight check they ass
Cause they b**ches

[ CHORUS: Scarface ]
The police is b**ches
The niggas is b**ches
The b**ches is b**ches
The politicians is b**ches
The b**ches is b**ches
The niggas is b**ches
The police is b**ches
The b**ches is b**ches
The politicians is b**ches
KKK, they b**ches