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The Diary
by Scarface
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Overall Rating:
2.9067
Avg. Critic Score:
3.2000
The Diary Lyrics
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- Now the funeral is over and all the tears are dried up
- Niggas hangin deep on the cut gettin fired up
- Lookin for the nigga who pulled his pistol on my homie
- An eye for an eye, so now your life is what you owe me
- Look deep into the eyes of your muthafuckin killer
- I want you to witness your muthafuckin murder, nigga
- And since you wants to kill, then your ass has got to fry
- But ain't no police, therefore your ass has gots to die
- We play the game for keeps and if you slept I guess you sleep
- You sho nuff fucked and now your ass is six feet deep
- Cause where I come from, yo, everybody's got a gat
- And niggas try your ass just to see where you got your heart at
- And if your shit is flimsy, then your ass is gonna bend
- And like I said before there'll be no tears in the end
- I'm rollin through your hood, now my heart is filled with anger
- You at your sister's house and now your sister's life in danger
- (By a total stranger) with the ?kanga?
- Niggas wanna bang ya and hang ya
- Sting ya with one up in the chamber
- Let's take a trip up Holloway
- So you can see how many niggas in my hood is down to die today
- We standin up for our own shit
- And if you outside the click, then you die, bitch
- It ain't no love in this muthafucka
- It ain't no love for yourself or your other brother
- Because we real with this shit, so we stay true
- And since we bang, we do what O.G.'s say do
- I've got the mind of the man in the mirror
- So I'm lookin at me vaguely
- But I can't seem to fade me
- I've got my pistol pon cock
- Ready to lick shots non-stop
- Until I see your monkey-ass drop
- And let your homies know who done it
- Cause when it comes to this gangsta shit
- you muthafuckas know who run it
- So when you put this muthafucka to the test
- You gotta realize somethin, nigga: (you fuckin with the very best)
- I've got this killer up inside of me
- I can't talk to my mother, so I talk to my diary
- I'm goin off on the deep end
- I find myself face to face with myself while I'm sleepin
- I see your picture in my head and my hand shake
- You can run, you can hide, but there's no escape
- My inner feelings show no mercy on my enemy
- I got to get this muthafucka before he gets to me
- So in your own blood you'll bathe
- And I won't stop until I put this muthafucka in his fuckin grave
- And I can say this once again
- You can cry but you'll still die, there'll be no tears in the end
- Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket
- Too my pistol out, unlocked it
- Pulled the hammer back and - cocked it
- And left his shit all on the carpet
- I seen a (murder, murder) I pin-pointed my target
- I'm making my way up out the building
- I got the nigga that I came here to get, notify his children
- That they old man done fell up out the game
- Because I came to this muthafucka
- and killed his ass just like Jesse James
- Think it's a muthafuckin game?
- I come around this muthafucka and kill yo ass just like Jesse James
- What's my muthafuckin name?
- There'll be no witnesses to this homicide
- No re-enactment on the late night news to be re-dramatized
- All you got is a nigga with a dot
- In the middle of his muthafuckin head he been shot
- Dropped in the middle of the floor and he ain't breathin
- And the nigga's on the go cause we ain't seein
- He did his dirt and got the fuck up out the picture
- The hollow point just hitcha, out of line, so it got witcha
- Call the muthafuckin helicopter
- But ain't no hope, cause the Tina broke that nigga off a hella proper
- That oughta hold your monkey ass (muthafucka, you)
- That oughta teach your funky ass (muthafucka, you)
- I know this muthafuckin game is sheift
- And you done lost the fuckin game of life
- And that's a muthafuckin shame
- You let a nigga come around and do yo ass just like Jesse James
- And that's a muthafuckin shame
- You came around this muthafucka and let me do ya like Jesse James
- Think it's a muthafuckin game?
- Wait - this muthafucka got me bent, I gots to - break
- Because this nigga done put his hands all up in my - face
- He best to chill before I hit him with this - lace
- And catch this muthafuckin case
- Cause once I got it blind, then he done with
- Because I'm true to myself, fuck the dumb shit
- You ain't no muthafuckin gangsta, gee
- And when I get up out your ass you gon' realize it just ain'tsta be
- It ain't no studio up in me
- And all that bullshit I'm hearin you talk only offends me
- And lately I'm under a lot of pressure
- It seems to me you can't come clean, so yo, I gots to check ya
- I pull my .45 and (buck, buck, buck, buck)
- And right before he die I (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
- I could give a muthafuck about the sentence
- I snatch yo ass up off the hinges cause I'm (SCREAMING FOR VENGEANCE)
- Cause life has no meaning, no meaning
- We were all born to die, so no screaming
- Think it's a muthafuckin game?
- I come around this muthafucka and cut yo ass just like Jesse James
- Put out your muthafuckin brains
- I come around this muthafucka and do yo ass just like Jesse James
- Think it's a muthafuckin game?
- (And meanwhile, on the Southside of town...)
- [Chorus:]
- Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood,
- what do you see?
- (I see some muthafuckin' G's)
- Now when you're rollin' through yo' muthafuckin' hood,
- tell me what you see?
- (Some muthafuckin' G's)
- [verse 1]
- Roamin' in my muthafuckin' hood and thangs
- Seems to me my mutherfuckin' hood done changed
- Cause niggas used to kick it with the rival gangs
- But now we gots to deal with them survival thangs
- .45 in my lap when I'm on the creep
- Niggas livin' shife, so I roll one deep
- Cause now they see me flippin' in the 1-9-9-4
- C.S.I. nigga, black 850
- And now they lookin' at me crazy
- But off-brand niggas can suck a dick because they can't fade me
- And if it came down to the gun, black
- I never cracked up on the pressure, cause I was trained for combat
- So get yo' muthafuckin' boys together
- I represent S.A., nigga, and we makin' noise forever
- And gettin' paid at the same time
- So you respect a muthafucka when a muthafucka claim mine
- Cause if you disrespect, you ass out
- And they we rolling through yo' shit in the glasshouse
- Actin' bad with the flashers on
- Makin' niggas get they asses on
- Cause ain't no mutherfuckin' love for fools
- Who come around this muthafucka trying to scrub, you fools
- It ain't no haps on it, hops
- We snaps on the cops
- And straps on the glocks
- And take the law into our own hands
- Cause you ain't fucking with a rookin, nigga, you fucking with a grown man
- And we gon' show you what we mean by funk
- Muthafucka, you ain't see my trunk
- I got a (SK) and a (AK)
- And a (12 gauge) that'll fuck a nigga whole day
- So recognize a real nigga from the streets
- When you rolling through yo' mutherfuckin' hood, what do you see?
- [Chorus...]
- [verse 2]
- Hollerin at my homie at the swisher house
- Scope a 40 bag and we hit the spot
- Put my shit in park and got up under the tree
- Pull the swishers out and gave the ganja to 3
- Rapped us up a fattie and we started to smoke
- Eyes gettin' red cause we higher than coke
- A nigga chillin' cause it's all good
- And we ain't trippin' on the bullshit, nigga, because we all hood
- But other niggas don't wanna see it that way
- But all I got to say is: you don't wanna see that S.A.
- Because we're all upon a mission
- Killin don't make us no different
- And dyin don't make it no different
- Cause I done been to mo' wakes in this past year
- Than the muthafuckin Bingos lost last year
- So ain't no muthafuckin' thang for me
- To kill a nigga who ain't fuckin' with the gang with me
- [Chorus...]
- [verse 3]
- Formaldehyde smokin, niggas gettin' loc'ed and
- Ready to pull your coat and leave your stomach open
- Scoping, hoping for you to fuck up and slip
- So we can have a reason for fuckin' up your shit
- (It ain't no muthafuckin' peace when they see me)
- Cause we never had a muthafuckin' peace treaty
- So I know I got to get em with game
- And when I hit em with the game I gotta hit em with this damn thang
- Cause it's kill or be killed, never cut slack
- And if you cut slack, they bust back, fuck that
- I never give a second chance to pull the first gun
- Cause if they bust one time, that be the worst one
- And that's the one that can close the shop
- So you gotta stand and hold the glock
- Cause in my muthafuckin' hood, that's how it be
- But when you're rollin' through your muthafucking hood, what do YOU see?
- [Chorus...]
- So what you gonna do cat daddy?
- [Scarface:]I don't know dawg..juss trying to live it one day at a time.
- I hear you man, live it one day at a time...
- [Scarface:]Let me get up outta here man my ride waitin'.
- Aiight cat daddy stay tru
- [Scarface:]Aiight man peace
- [straight into verse one]
- [Verse 1:]
- He greets his father with his hands out
- Rehabilitated slightly, glad to be the man's child
- The world is different since he's seen it last
- Out of jail in seven years and he's happy that he's free at last
- All he had was his mother's worth
- Now she's gone and he's gotta make a change and make it for the beddah
- But he's back so he's got one strike against him
- And he's young plus he came up in the system
- But he's smart and he's finally makin' eighteen
- And this goes to get on top and try to stay clean
- So he's calling up his homie who dun came up
- Livin' like this now they dealin' with the same stuff
- And had that attitude that who he was was worth it
- and with that fucked up attitude he killed his first mate
- Now it's different and he's dead as dirt
- And realized that the name ain't coming up but it still hurt
- And cain't nobody change this
- It's ninteen-ninety-foe and we up against the same shit
- [chorus]
- I nevah understand why
- I could nevah seen a man cry, til i seen that man die
- [Verse two:]
- Imagine life at it's full peak
- Then imagine lying dead in the arms of your enemy
- Imagine peace on this earth when there's no grief
- Imagine grief on this earth when there's no peace
- Cuz everybody's got a different way of endin' it
- And when your number comes for service then they send it in
- Now your time has arrived for the final touch
- I see the fear in your eyes and hear your final breath
- How much longeer will it be til it's all done?
- Total darkness and ease be in all one
- I watch him die and when he dies let us celebrate
- You took his life, but your memory he'll never take
- You'll be heade to another place
- And the life you used to live will reflect in your mother's face
- [chorus]
- [Verse 3:]
- I hear you breathin' but your heart no longer sounds strong
- But you kinda scared of dying so you hold on
- And you keep on blacking out cuz the post is near
- Stop trying to fight the reaper just relax and let it go
- Because there's no way you can fight it but you'll still try
- And you can try it til you fight it but you'll still die
- Now your spirit leaves your body and your mind clears
- The rigormortis starts to set, now you outta here
- You start your journey into outer space
- You see yourself in the light but you're still feeling outta place
- So you standing in the tunnel of eternal light,
- And you see the ones you never learn to love in life
- Make the choice let it go but u can back it up
- If you ain't at peace with God you need to patch it up
- But if you ready close your eyes and we can set it free
- There lies a man not scared to die, may he rest in peace
- I still got to wondah why,
- I never seen a man cry til I seen a man die
- [t.v. in the backgroung]
- ...hope you feel beddah!!!
- (riiinnnngggg) "Dont answer that"
- I know you're in there
- you fucking with that old fucking ass 'Face now, huh bitch
- Where my motherfucking kids at, bitch
- Fucking bitch, punk ass bitch!"
- [Scarface]
- Hey, today must be my lucky day
- I turned the corner, hit the block and seen that ass from a mile away
- (now where's she staying?) she must be new in the hood
- But I aint trippin' on that shit, cause it's all good
- I rolled up on her, and I asked her her name
- aint a damn thing changed , aint no shame in my game
- she said, " Used to go Thomas"
- I slowed my roll, cause she just might be one of my homies' babies mamas
- Now where your man at, she said "Gone at work"
- Gave me the look, I cracked a smile and thinkin', "Go on and flirt"
- My homies women aint no thing to me,
- Cause if they caught one of my ho's, they'd do the same to me
- And furthermore she was peepin' my ride
- convertible, 64, with the ride inside
- super clean with the discs and vogues
- higher than a fuck spittin' this to hoes:
- [CHORUS]
- Please excuse my attitude, sorry if I'm being rude
- but I've got something to say to you
- hoping you wont lose your cool
- I wanna sneak you out to play with me,
- you can spend the day with me
- and we can ride and see the sights
- It's going down tonight . . .
- [Scarface]
- Reminiscing on the bitch that I had back in the day
- gave the bitch a call and she hung up in my face
- now thats the pits
- she didnt have to put up a front
- I stuck that ass back in there
- and haven't called her for 3 months
- I guess it's in me to be doggin' a chic
- can't understand how you niggas just be hogging your bitch
- Go on and pass her, unass her, send her to the master
- Let her take a ride with the Bradster
- it cool, dont front ..ooooh, no sex
- no sweat-not even on my mind-we just met
- And furthermore, we can get to those
- But for now I'm rolling 'Raris spitting this to hoes:
- [CHORUS]
- [Scarface]
- Now I'm cruisin' to the crib with this bitch that I scooped
- Parked my Ferrari, now I'm back in the coup
- I knocked her boots - your baby's mama put me to work
- I tagged that ass from the back, and knocked her shit in the dirt
- She wanted me badly so I put it inside
- she got the (front, back, and side to side)
- back and forth with the gangster glide
- started off at 6 and didn't finish till 9
- Hit the showers like I been out playing ball for the day
- Now she's asleep, cause she just had her drawers full of dick
- (now thats sick) and plus she got you staying at home
- with the kids all alone while she's gettin' her fuck on
- So believe me when you downin' the Brad
- I'm at the pad with your baby mama clowning that ass
- so player hatin' niggas check the bitch you chose
- I'll be mobbing in my 'benz spitting this to ho's:
- [CHORUS]
- I sit alone in my four cornered room starin' at candles
- Are we on the radio dukes?
- Awww yeah, give it to me
- Yeah, at night I can't sleep
- I'm tossin' and turnin'
- I still got the candlesticks burnin'
- It ain't changed but it's a different time
- And I'm still playin' tricks with my mind
- My mothers always stressin' that I'm livin' wrong
- But I got my Smith and Wesson so I'm gettin' grown
- And their lookin' at your little boys success
- And I been thinkin', I'm dealin' with too much stress
- So I stay up on my p's and q's
- And watch out for the G's and fools
- Cause the homies that I thought I had
- See me stackin' up a grip
- And they just started talkin' bad
- So I stay away from outsiders
- And when I roll through, it makes 'em open they mouth wider
- I used to think that you was my one and only homie
- My mind was playin' tricks on me
- My mind was playin' tricks on me
- Yeah
- Dear diary I'm havin' a little trouble with my mind state
- How many bullets would it take to change my mind? wait
- Sometimes I want to end it but I don't though
- They tell me see my pastor but I don't go
- Cause they all be on this one street
- So I take it on myself to thank him one deep
- And give my money to the most needy
- And never put it in the hands of the most greedy
- Cause their puttin' a price tag on a man's word
- And it's a fashion show, so the men flirt
- The world is endin' so they try to make us switch fast
- And they openin' up these churches for some quick cash
- And usin' the money fo' they new cribs
- While brother Johnson just got kicked out where he lived
- I follow no man, cause man be phoney
- My mind was playin' tricks on me
- My mind was playin' tricks on me
- Day by day it's more impossible to cope
- I feel like I'm the one that's doin' dope
- Can't seem to keep my mind on a steady track
- I'm all about gettin' mine so I study that
- But it seems they want to get me
- So I try to keep my nine millimeter wit me
- Just in case they want to see a homies head blown
- But I got to stay around to see my kids grown
- I finally found a woman who could deal wit me
- Back then I had a woman who wouldn't real wit me
- And now she's back with her old lady
- And now I got it goin' on and they sure hate me
- Now I'm a gone and she's alone
- hahahaha, her mind was playin' tricks on her
- One time for your motherfuckin' mind
- Bringin' it back like this here
- 1-9-9-1 all the way to the 1-9-9-4 and they me Face
- My mind was playin' tricks on me
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