Who Are They Lyrics - Emeritus - Scarface

Huh 

[Verse 1 - Scarface] 

You see a nigga with his game tight, money with a name like 

'Face (Face Mob), havin his way, the homie did his thing, right? 

You just a peon, the type of bitch I'd pee on 

High sidin a nigga, rollin in a Neon, now what the fuck was she on? 

I'm "Prime Time" bitch like Deion (yeah) 

I Spinks on a ho like Leon 

And you are just a castaway, so get your ass away 

Instead of fuckin you, I'd masturbate 

I shouldn't of had to wait, I think you blew your big chance 

You rejected when I asked about the eighth grade dance 

Now I'm big time, like my homeboy Randy 

Plus I'm pushin a Porsche with drop top panties 

It's just like candy but I ain't hammy 

Yo ho, so yo, ass can't hand me 

Shit, fuck your cell phone bitch, you can keep that 

Broke, you ain't know a motherfucker, where was she at? 

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[Chorus - Female] 

I think I remember you, from way back when, but how can I be sure? 

That's so long ago and since then we both have grown 

But look at you, you're amazin 

What's so, crazy, I know how niggaz do 

'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are 

[Verse 2 - K-Rino] 

Listen, in high school with the females, I was rarely selected 

I got rejected by the ones the damn nerds rejected 

If I wore a shirt Monday, this is true, I ain't lyin 

By the end of the week you probably saw it two more times 

I was discouraged by the microscopic size of my bank 

But stayed constantly motivated to rise in the ranks 

I used to be a bottom feeder, lowest man on the totem 

But I showed a mass like the transit sit on my scrotum 

Gettin fed by my music and it's all clean work 

And the used to be prom queen is a Walgreens clerk 

I would dream about bein with ya, wantin to kiss on ya 

Now I let my damn bladder bust before I piss on ya 

Me and 'face second to none, makin records for fun 

You thirty-seven at the strip club gettin naked for ones 

But I ain't trippin, you can hit the room with me, it's fine 

And when I bust one on her chin, I'm like "clean up on aisle nine!" 

(yeah) 

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[Chorus - Unknown Female] 

I think I remember you, from way back when, but how can I be sure? 

That's so long ago and since then we both have grown 

But look at you, you're amazin 

What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do 

'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are 

[Verse 3 - Slim Thug] 

Thugga, huh 

A (Bitch Ain't) never been (Shit) to me 

I've been screamin that since "Chronic" popped back in '93 

Back when I was broke in the hood on my ass 

I couldn't get away when the bitch drove past 

Now a nigga seein cash so fast, things change 

Same bitch askin for a ride in the Range 

Lookin at a nigga strange, 'cause I ain't tryin to entertain 

Conversation about her becomin my main 

I'm like "bitch, you must of fell and bump your brain 

And think you fuckin with a lame, nope not me mayne 

I ain't got shit for ya, matter fact, I don't know ya 

That's all I'm a show ya, 'cause that's all a nigga owe ya 

Used to be fine, big titties and behind 

Had a few kids, now your belly bigger than mine 

Stomach lookin like you had a fight with a lion 

I ain't fuckin with you bitch, move around" 

[Chorus - Female] 

I think I remember you, from way back when, but how can I be sure? 

That's so long ago and since then we both have grown 

But look at you, you're amazin 

What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do 

'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are (they are, they are ...)