Dj Kayslay I Never Liked Ya Ass (featuring Scarface Raekwon Fat Joe) Lyrics

I Never Liked Ya Ass (featuring Scarface Raekwon Fat Joe) Lyrics

[Intro: Scarface]



Don't see Kay in these muthafuckin' streets dog



Nigga walkin' around in this muthafucka lookin' shocked and stupid, baby



We runnin' these muthafuckin' streets for real



Kay Slay, holla at God damn baby



Kay Slay, they don't want me out here



They don't want you out here, dog



This is muthafuckin' Face Mob, Kayslay, New York City



Holla at ya God damn baby, we don't rock no muthafuckin' ice, baby



We rock this real shit, dog



And if you think a nigga bullshittin', come fuck wit it



It's goin' down...







[Scarface]



Let's put an ending to chatter, nigga, see me in globes



I'm the poof in the booth, bitch, read it in blood



It's Face at you, freezin' muthafuckas like a statue



I got a loaded Kay Slay pointed at you



The end of your beginning, before you even get it started



You fucked up, now you in the presence of a heartless



Nigga, from out the gutter, spit it and don't stutter



I'm a gangsta, raise your round and dope beans and hustlers



But silence is golden, and the streets don't talk



Don't let sheets slide, cuz beef don't walk



We attack hoes, fuck a nigga with wack flows



I'm the last of a dying, bitch, act like you don't know



I'm the reason you niggas walk around thug



Just remember I'm the one made, you can get touched



So what you gonna put a record out, you a muthafuckin' sellout



Slay told me to knock your ass out







[Chorus 2X: Scarface]



And you was right, I never liked ya muthafuckin' ass



To start with, you know it's better get your self regardless



And Kay, bitch, you picked the right nigga to play with



Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit







[Raekwon]



Snow white five glendin', the elevator with the crib



Blend with it kid, I feel one of them Bill Clinton's



Mills is spent, still don, still rentin'



Still yacht flyin', still killin' fish, still killin' clicks



The fifth out, don't even breathe out



And ganna with the ill thieves, slick hammers, we all fam



What, pull out the four, pop the truck, see the luxury morgue



The casket leather, the python seeks your dog



Flashback, he and them Benz's lenses



Actin' like he did ten sentences, son ain't real



He got excited, parked the truck, just leaned the lighter



Twist the blunt, sat back, son beepin', we drove off



It's money on it, until them young niggas don on it



Devour the snitches, you get on, you born with it



Make a toast for hours, for all the money and power



The right division, don't never let corns get it, drama







[Chorus 2X]







[Fat Joe]



Pass the rock, you niggas gassed a lot



I never liked ya ass, but then again, you can't be shocked



Most feared in this rap game, and ain't for frontin'



Best believe when shit pop off, I'm blazin' somethin'



It's the J to the Izzo, you know the rest



Nigga can't get a Twiz-o, but flow the best



I've been doin' this for years, ruinin' careers



Niggas never wanna listen til the toolies in the air



It's the kid that don't be givin' a fuck, I hold a shit outta grudge



The type of nigga that'll spit at the judge



Niggas gettin' gelled, they say I'm livin' it up



Cuz I'm at Hollywood with Denzel, flickin' it up



I play the corner when the shit is hot, summer time in the X



Kay Slay got the shit on lock



That's where you go to find the God body



Second to none, unless you compare him to John Gotti, God...







[Chorus 2X]