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Brad Terrence Jordan (born November 9, 1970), better known by his stage name Scarface, is an African-American rapper from Houston, Texas and a member of the Geto Boys. He is originally from South Park, Houston. In 2012, The Source ranked him #16 on their list of the Top 50 Lyricists of All Time, while About.com ranked him #10 on its list of the 50 Greatest MCs of Our Time (1987-2007). more »

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1993

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It's a new day, ya know what I'm sayin'? 

A new day  brings a new problem to a brother 
And all I gots ta say is thank god for my mother 
Cause without my mommy dear my life would've been joke 
Either locked up playin' dead and still slangin' dope but nope 
The lord he had a plan for me 
And with his help  my mother made a man of me 
Didn't blindfold me to the world we was livin' in 
Taught me how to save my little dividends 
So when I graduated I'd have a little school money 
But in the sixth grade I wanted to be the school dummy 
And flunked outta school with the flag pole 
And left my mother dear at home with a sad soul 
Because my mother worked the fingers to the bone 
Cause we was alone, and me I bought a death home 
My real pops he broke out with the style 
So I respect my step dad, for raisin' another nigga's child 
So now we livin' comftable 
Taught me the game and how to be responsible 
But back then I couldn't see it 
I wanted to be a grown man at fourteen so the kid's leavin' 
And ended up in a big fight 
And told me not to come home until I got my shit right 
So now I'm livin' in my grandma's home 
My grandma's strong, she's got nine kids of her own 
And keepin' me ain't no big deal 
But now that I'm much older I see just how the shit feels 
Being kind-hearted, not wantin' to tell me no 
Even though my grandfather just had a stroke 
And now the money's low 
And pretty soon a brother's gonna have ta go 
Or either try to find a job so I can help out 
I'm in the ghetto, I gots ta get myself out 
And when I get out I gotta try to pave the way 
So my family can have a better place to stay 
I'm losin' all hope, a brother's fallin' short 
I can't cope, so now I'm slangin' dope 
And now my granny knows I'm doin' wrong 
She just prayin' for me heavily 
Take care of her grandson 
And the lord must of heard her prayer 
Cause he made me get a grip 
And got me on up outta there 
I heard my mother say them streets is gonna kill ya 
You couldn't have told me nothin' back then 
But now I feel ya

I'm eighteen, and now I'm havin' big fun 
My baby's mother just had my first son 
May eleven, I never will forget the day 
A star's born, let's name him little Scarface 
My first born and yo I'm a proud father 
I gotta son, I gots ta be my son's father 
And selling dope ain't the way that I can get ahead 
But what the hell, I gots ta keep my baby fed 
I buy him milk, and pampers trying ta do my part 
And he's my son, I gots ta try to make him hard 
I buy him clothes, and jewelry not the Tonka toys 
Because the Tonka toys will only punk my boy 
And I don't want my son to look at life 
Through a replica of reality tryin' to make it life-like 
But yet and still I let my son be a kid 
Just give him up the real, exactly like my momma did 
So when he gets to be a man he'll appreciate 
The game I gave him way back when he used to roller skate 
And now my son is four years old 
I really gots ta give the real and try to play the father's role 
Because these years he'll remember most 
So it's all about little Marcus and me becomin' close 
But I got a bunch of obstacles 
If it ain't my line of work it's the girlies on my popsicle 
Now everybody's got my baby 
Wantin' to have their hands in my pocket tryin to drive me crazy 
"It's your daughter, don't she look like you?" 
I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do 
Because my mother knows the real deal 
All these hoochies poppin' coochie tryin' to get a free meal 
So now we in and outta cope 
Tryin' to get mo money, braggin' om the child support 
Tellin' her friends that she's breakin' me 
Now everybody knows, that she was just fakin' G 
Come to find out, the girl never had me 
She's the baby's mother but me I ain't the baby's daddy 
And biological tests can prove 
You gotta get up off of me and go after the other dude 
But now I finally got a real daughter 
No need for the testin' 
I know that I'm the baby's father 
I heard my daddy say them hoes will try ta kill ya 
You couldn't have told me nothin' back then 
But now I feel ya

I feel ya

Now I'm twenty-two and finally got a grip on life 
It's nineteen ninety-three, I put away my pocket knife 
And got a bigger stick to fight with 
I'm young and black so my choice ain't a nightstick 
Because we livin' in a concentration set 
And everyday, we face to face with death 
I seen my homies go and come 
And judgment day is just something we can't run from 
So I know my number's comin' up 
So I gotta protect myself from suckers who be runnin' up 
And even though I hate killin' off my own kind 
I gotta be a man and as a man I'm a defend mine 
My brother corners trying to keep the neighborhood at peace 
Don't fight each other, we got's ta stand and fight the beast 
So united we stand but we gonna fall quick 
Because we always trying to take another brother's shit 
And the cops is in the same vote 
Just because we comin' up quick they think we slang dope 
They shootin' ta kill, they gas ain't sparkin' goods 
They shot my long time partner Rudy in cold blood 
And now the story's all twisted up 
And if they gave the cop the chair 
I really wouldn't give a f*ck 
Because she left my partner's family with memories 
And after hearin' this I know you don't remember me 
But yet in still I find it hard for me to stay in touch 
I see his parents and then I started breakin' up 
Because I know what you did was wrong 
But you won't realize until you dead and gone 
It ain't no justifiable homicide, you never gave a warning 
You straight up shot him from behind 
But all the cryin' in the world ain't gonna bring him back 
You give a gat to a black he don't know how to act 
But you gotta tell your story to the judge 
Not the imitation judge, the judge that everybody loves 
And if the man upstairs grants you forgiveness 
Then in reality you took care of your business 
But regardless I know you want to kill me 
But I ain't going' out like that 
Ya feel me? 

Yeah

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