Dyin Wit'cha Boots On lyrics

Song information

Artist: Scarface
Album: The World Is Yours

Lyrics

Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down
Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now
These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on these niggas
Simply because these niggas got bank accounts that's bigger
I just can't get no peace from you motherfuckin rollers
Everytime I pull my benzo out you pull me over
I'm sick of motherfuckers who be jockin whitey's coattail
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' somethin 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 that's a shame, cos you can end up
Gettin fucked up in the game
The only way you'll whip that motherfucker is when you whip that
Motherfucker
And we took the motherfucker (man fuck the motherfucker!)
So when you hear my song and wanna get it on
You better come prepared motherfucker, you dyin wit'cha boots on

Chorus:

(Put ya foot in my shoe and let me try on your boot)
Dyin wit'cha boots on
(Put ya foot in my shoe and let me try on your boot)
Yeah

Interlude:(cop talking to suspect)

Cop: 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
Suspect: fuck that! it was brad dawg, I ain't goin out by myself

Niggas gettin caught, doin time, so they snitchin
They pickin niggas up on a funky ass suspicion
We'll be goin down for some questioning we think
And end up gettin hit with the fuckin 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 sell each other out, and start frattin on our partners
They start bringin up shit that happened back in '85
And in comes the lies just to reduce their fuckin time!
You might as well play the state
Cos you goin do date for date
And sellin out your homeboys ain't the shit
Cos y'all gonna have to die in this bitch, bitch!
Mobbin wit'cha white suits on
And dyin wit'cha motherfuckin boots on

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