Incarcerated Scarfaces
Artist(s): Raekwon
Game: Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories
Radio Station: The Liberty Jam
Year: 1995
Genre: East coast hip hop, gangsta rap

Incarcerated Scarfaces is a song performed by Raekwon featured in the radio station The Liberty Jam in Grand Theft Auto: Liberty City Stories.


– He looks determined without being ruthless. Something heroic in his manner. :There's a courage about him. Doesn't look like a killer. Comes across so calm. Acts :like he has a dream. Full of passion
– You don't trust me, huh?
– Well, you know why
– I do, we're not supposed to trust anyone in our profession anyway
Knock niggas out the box all the time. Bitches know my mothafuckin' repertoire, big :one. Yeah, mothafucka, straight up, fuck your whole team. Take care of B.I., Chef. :Yeah, bust it, fly G.I. niggas
Now, yo! Yo, what up? Your time is running out
It's for real though, let's connect politic, ditto
We could trade places, get lifted in the staircases
Word up, peace, incarcerated scarfaces
[Verse 1]
Thug related style attract millions, fans
They understand my plan, who's the kid up in the green Land?
Me and the RZA connect, blow a fuse, you lose
Half-ass crews get demolished and bruised
Fake be fronting, hourglass heads niggas be wanting
Shutting down your slot, time for pumping
Poisonous sting, which thumps up and act chumps
Rae's a heavy generator, but yo, guess who's the black Trump?
Dough be flowing by the hour's, Wu, we got the collars
Scholars, Word Life, peace to Power and my whole unit
Word up, quick to set it, don't wet it
Real niggas lick shots, peace Connecticut
[Verse 2]
Chef'll shine like marble, rhyme remarkable
Real niggas raise up, spend your money, argue
But this time is for the uninvited
Go 'head and rhyme to it, big nigga mics is getting fired
Morphine chicks be burning like chlorine
Niggas recognize from here to Baltimore to Fort Greene
But hold up, Moet be tasting like throw-up
My mob roll up, dripped to death whips rolled up
You never had no wins, sliding in these dens
With Timbs, with Mac-10's and broke friends
You got guns? Got guns too, what up, son
Do, you wanna battle for cash and see who's Sun Tzu?
I probably wax, tax, smack rap niggas
Who fax, niggas' lyrics is wack, nigga
Can't stand unofficial, wet tissue, blank busting Scud missles
You rolling like Trump, you get your meat lumped
For real, it's just slang rap democracy
Here's the policy, slide off the ring, plus the Wallabees
Check the status, soon to see me at, Caesar's Palace eating salads
We beating mics sending ki's to Dallas
I move rhymes like retail, make sure shit sell
From where we at to my man's cell
From staircase to stage, minimun wage
But soon to get a article in Rap Page
But all I need is my house, my gat, my Ac
Bank account fat, it's going down like that
And pardon the French but let me speak Italian
Black Stallion, wildling on Shaolin
That means the island of Staten
And niggas carry gats and mad police from Manhattan
[Verse 3]
I do this for barber shop niggas in the Plaza
Catching asthma, Rae is sticking gun-flashers
Well-dressed, skating through the projects with big ones
Broke elevators, turn the lights out, stick one upstairs
Switch like a chameleon, hit Brazilians
Pass the cash or leave your children, leave the building
Niggas, yo, they be folding like envelopes
Under pressure, like Lou Ferrigno on coke
Yo, Africans denying niggas up in yellow cabs
Musty like funk, waving they arms, the Arabs
Sit back, cooling like Kahlua's on rocks
On the crack spots, rubberband wrapped on my knots
You bitches who fuck dreads on Sudafeds
Pussy's hurting, they did it for a yard for the Feds
Word up cousin? Nigga, I seen it
Like a 27-inch Zenith, believe it


Raekwon - Incarcerated Scarfaces

Raekwon - Incarcerated Scarfaces