Dyin Wit`Cha Boots On

[Scarface]<br>Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down<br>Gotta keep my drawers up, shit`s gettin hard now<br>These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggas<br>Simply because these niggas got bank accounts that`s bigger<br>I just can`t get no peace from you motherfuckin rollers<br>Everytime I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over<br>I`m sick of motherfuckers who be jocking Whitey`s coattails<br>Blacker than a motherfucker, sweat me `bout my dope-sales<br>Niggas just take your cut and get your ass up out my face<br>The only thing you probably get from me is a cock-sucking pistol case<br>Unless you plan on plantin a lil` somethin in my shit<br>Just because you ain`t got shit, bitch!<br>Give em a badge and a trigger and that makes em figure<br>That they can fuck with a million dollar nigga<br>They got you mixed up, fixed up at the Segas, shookin Indo<br>Gettin fucked up in the gank-hole<br>The only way you`ll whip that motherfucker is when you whip that motherfucker<br>And we choke the motherfucker (Man, fuck that motherfucker!)<br>So when you hear my song and wanna get it on <br>You better come prepared motherfucker, you dyin wit`cha boots on<br><br>[Chorus]<br>(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)<br>Dyin wit`cha boots on<br>(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)<br>Yeah<br><br>[Interlude: prison guard talking to inmate]<br>Guard: Do you know how many years you`re facing inside?<br> 25 to life and that`s on the real<br> So you better snitch on your partner<br>Inmate: Fuck that! It was Brad Dawg, I ain`t goin out by myself<br><br>[Scarface]<br>Niggas gettin caught, doin time, so they snitchin<br>They pickin niggas up on a funky ass suspicion<br>We`ll be goin down for some questioning we think<br>And end up gettin hit with the fuckin kitchen sink<br>Racketeer and laundering, Kingpin wondering<br>If they got some unsolved murders, then give him some of them<br>Just because we`re niggas and they figure we`re no smarter<br>We`ll sell each other out, and start rattin` on our partners<br>They start bringin up shit that happened back in `85<br>And then comes the largest jury, bitch, they fuckin time!<br>You might as well play the state cause you gon` do day for day<br>And sellin out your homeboys ain`t the shit<br>Cos y`all gonna have to die in this bitch, bitch!<br>Lobbin wit`cha white suits on<br>And dyin wit`cha motherfuckin boots on<br><br>(Put ya foot in my shoe, and let me try on your boots)