Dying With Your Boots On Lyrics - Scarface

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 

Every time I pull my Benz-o out, you pull me over 

I'm sick of motherfuckers who be jocking Whitey's coattails 

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-suckin' 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 at the Segas, shookin' Indo 

Gettin' fucked up in the gank-hole 

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The only way you'll whip that motherfucker 

Is when you whip that motherfucker 

And we choke the motherfucker 

(Man, fuck that motherfucker) 

So when you hear my song and wanna get it on 

You better come prepared motherfucker 

You dyin' wit'cha boots on 

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

Dyin' wit'cha boots on 

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

Yeah 

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 

Fuck that, it was Brad Dawg, I ain't goin' out by myself 

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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'll sell each other out and start rattin' on our partners 

They start bringin' up shit that happened back in '85 

And then comes the largest jury, bitch, they fuckin' time 

You might as well play the state 'cause you gon' do day for day 

And sellin' out your homeboys ain't the shit 

'Cause y'all gonna have to die in this bitch, bitch 

Lobbin' wit'cha white suits on 

And dyin' wit'cha motherfuckin' boots on 

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