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Scarface - Cant Get Right Lyrics

Title Can’t Get Right (Feat Bilal)
Category Music
Genre / Subcategory Hip-Hop
Artist / Source Scarface
Album Emeritus (2008)
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CD Track # 04
Year 2008
File Name D:\MP3\HIP HOP\Scarface - Emeritus (2008)\Scarface - 04 - Can’t Get Right (Feat Bilal).mp3
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Length 4:04
File Size 5.528KB
Format mp3
Quality VBR 183Kbps
Audio Channels 2
Date Created 20/12/2008
Last Played 20/6/2009
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Can’t Get Right (Feat Bilal)
These are the last days, settle in

Look at the turmoil our kids left the ghetto in

They bustin’ metal and ain’t got remorse for the innocent

It’s just another nigga in the morgue



My momma was pregnant with a son she should abort

’Cause she ain’t knowin’ what I’m fin’ to be facin’

Is nothin’ short of a racially motivated killin’ ’cause them boys

See a nigga as only a third of a human [Incomprehensible]



Every time I see a cracker with a badge, I’m in awe

’Cause I’m knowin’ how he feel and I’m just bein’ real

I don’t hate and I don’t preach it, ain’t no motherfuckin secret

We ain’t first class citizens and we ain’t second either



Need to get up and get out and cut that bullshit out

Nigga get yo’ own, you strugglin’ at this bitch house

The lack of makin’ money make a motherfucker bend

If you’d rather me than you die in the end again and again



I made it over to dry land but still wound up sinkin’ in quicksand

I’m tryin’ Lord, I just can’t get right

Paid my bills on Monday, even went to church on Sunday

But I, but I, but I just can’t get right



I lay in bed lookin’ up at the ceiling

As the fan turns in a circle thinkin’ ’bout my evil

Seein’ end on my TV, bombs in the skies

Over Baghdad they fight but they don’t know why



What they said about Hussein was a goddamn lie

Raised a war against a religion for oil, don’t lie

I seen kids from the hood livin’ like they gon’ die

With the mindset of be broke or let’s go get high



If the cost of livin’ so crazy how we gon’ get by

Gasoline five dollars, how the fuck we gon’ drive?

Can’t afford to fill our prescriptions so we all gon’ die

CVS is slangin’ dope on every block worldwide



Since, spies up and had the dope game on fine

Then it’s only right for one nigga to go get mine

If they injured then how they gon’ survive?

If they stuck at the bottom how the fuck they gon’ ride?



I made it over to dry land but still wound up sinkin’ in quicksand

I’m tryin’ Lord, I just can’t get right

Paid my bills on Monday, even went to church on Sunday

But I, but I, but I just can’t get right



Ain’t life a muthafucker, first you think you got it

Then it all falls apart in front your eyes, try to stop it

But it’s part of the plan that was written by the man

Got me down on my knees and my hands prayin’



Forgive me Lord, thank the Lord I’m alive

’Cause I’m knowin’ deep down I coulda died

I shed so many tears, lost so many peers

In the grave or the penitentiary facin’ twenty years



Pourin’ beers on the corner ’cause Frankie told me look a killer

Told me I was high, livin’ blind to the fact that they sold us out

America the beautiful, there’s a funeral on every day of the month

Tryin’ to get our knees broken, huh



It’s another chance under these circumstances

My people ain’t advancin’ but if we pray

Maybe we’ll get to live our life in the sun

Instead of livin’ on the blocks dyin’ young, here I come


Ooh, made it, made it, made it

But I just can’t get right, oh