Scars [Clean] (featuring Median & Joe Scudda) - Rapper Big Pooh, Median, Joe Scudda

Uh, Rapper Pooh, 9th Wonder

Joe Scudda, Median

Topshop, you know how we do

For real, yo, check it out now

Whoa, let’s take a walk through my life

Pops ain’t love me, moms tried to raise me right

Two younger sisters and an older brother like

You gotta be nice when you fight

You better think twice when you fight cause you playing with a life

And some niggas get trife when you playing with their life

And they go for their knife or they bust at you twice

Or they take it to your crib and put a couple in your wife

Or your kids or whomever, whenever they can get it

They can get it right now for a couple of them digits

Really, but beef gets sliced from bullshit silly

Clowns in the club, clowns out in pub

A lick get drilled quick and plugged quick

For popping lip up in gums talking reckless and shit

Get that beef cooked up like some breakfast and shit

Jimmy Dean bright and early, scrambled eggs and grits

Got that toast buttered up ready to serve you quick

Pacing back and forth, parking lot looking real thick

In the midst of some chicks on the prowl for dick

Young scrapper got a point to prove, that his nuts is big

And everything that he say he live

And everything that he speak he did

And everything that he clutch is big

In the middle of the time, went up and touched the kid, off he slid

Pooh hold up, niggas thought that I was bullshittin?

Let me find out y’all hating on the League like stool pigeons

You couldn’t sense that it was bigger than the lyrics?

How I fight and draw pictures like Antwan Fischer

Take control of the board like Bobby Fischer

Make pawns come and get ya, assassinate ya like a bishop

Niggas couldn’t feel the spirit in here?

How it either draw you nearer or make you fear it in here

Come on, you couldn’t sense from the reflection of my women?

See the soldiers in my sisters while your hoes cold as winter

Shoulda copped and blown on some pimpin

Iceberg Slim shit, come to find out y’all trickin

See your dough slow up, and you wanna what

Wife your hoes up, L7 like Rosebud

With two D’s for a double dose of the fiction

You faking ass, fronting felonious ass niggas

Never left the block, how-could-you-know-me ass niggas

Frown ass, clown ass, homie ass niggas

I should start smackin niggas with a sock

No question, just start askin niggas where to chop

Mister M-E-D, I to the A-N

Swayin, open off The Listening and made him

Niggas got to pay for relief, I see you waitin

Just let them guys blow in the wind, money they paper

Just let them guys blow in the wind, money is paper

Uh huh, yeah, they tryna box me in

I’m in the best shape right now, so rap, yo

Yo, it’s a new day, I got a new plan

A kid stretches him arms out, he’s a new man

They wanna see me lose, yo I got news fam

Settlin is somethin I never do fam

Dumb shit will put your ass in the newsstands

Playing games with lames, J. Scudda through man

I got somethin left to prove man

And y’all cats wanna hold me up, they try to «cut me deep»

They wanna see me boxed in, fuck a rebound

I boxed out, popped out, BING, knockout

And if my back’s to the wall, I air ya block out

You all sweet, have you saying man he «cut me deep»

You damn right, bark just as bad as my bite

And my days be as bad as my nights

Thinking I need to peel out, I got shirts I need to fill out

I’m tryna eat, this hunger «cut me deep»

And I can dig it, feel how I live it

I watch the world, three hundred and sixty on my pivot

Have people talking bout where they were when I did it

That classic shit, never forget it when it «cut me deep»

And it left a scar, that reminds me of

Where we are, where we been and where we going to

And all the bullshit we going through

From beef in the streets to being a broke man, it has «cut me deep»

And now you feel me, so why do I drink and

Live life filthy and smoke cigarettes

Even though they might kill me and eat red meat

So I can’t sleep a wink, cause the life I chose «cut me deep»

But I love it though…