Fuck Tony Montana
La Coka Nostra Lyrics


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Fuck Tony Montana, we kill kids, if he did he'd still be alive
Al Pacino fucked up twice
I'm a vet but Benny Blonco ain't taking my life
I might end up on the beach with my seed in my wife
One last hustle, last hoorah, move this last bundle
I caught bodies out here, homie, y'all can't fumble
Most of my felonies are legendary
That's why I put most of my enemies in cemeteries
I seen visions from beyond the grave burning in Hell
Screaming in pain to God begging to be saved
This is purgatory, another first degree murder story
They took my kindness for a weakness and turned it on me
That's when I blacked out, pulling triggers like I was cracked out
Eyes bugging out my head tapped out
Schized the fuck out, loced out, coked out
Shinied up, left you soaked the fuck up and smoked out

(Everlast)
Fuck a motherless child from a penniless home
I'm an heartless lion with an iron-jaw bone
I'm no Al Capone or Corelone
But I've been known to put a hit out on the microphone
Fuck your time zone, fuck your area code
I'll detonate my payload and watch it explode
It's a gangster boogie, it's a soldier's hustle
Little bang take big bank if it got muscle
Drugs, money, sex, revolution is next
This ain't strong-armed robbery, we got a small armory
Fuck cracks and Glocks, we shooting back at the cops
Deep undercover like we running black ops
Battle cry singing, you're on my dick swinging
Ain't nobody fucking with this drama I'm bringing
Some men are king and some men are peasants
So come kiss the ring, bow down to the king

(Sick Jacken)
I'm from the double S till I drop
I rep the bubble vest with a Glock
My trouble stem from all the death on my block
The meth and the rock got zombie armies set to pop
Jail cells are funeral plots, they're stressed in a box
Sick Side harmony is like Jews and Arabs in bombing sprees
My hood's the Gaza Strip, this raw shit's a part of me
A cult following martyrs me, street life is haunting me constantly
Thinking cops with the friction are trying to slaughter me
A killer's lottery is roulette, not on himself
That's when Russians test the Mexicans and see who's next
Hit the block and you'll catch two Techs
Nevermind where you're from, we're reacting cause we preview death
Drive-by murder hit with a live burner
You try to shake a barrel to buck, it's not heard of
You are not everlasting, get slain by Ill Bill
One lethal dose of pain and get left on the hill

(B-Real)
There's so many ways to hustle man, I got em all locked
If you think about touching mine, the hammer's on cocked
Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind
We never stop the hustle, get the paper and fly
That's life in the city, shit is gritty, no it ain't pretty
But we on the grind, homie if you ain't rolling with me
When you against you just an enemy that might be a cancer
So then we're searching to remove your ass, ain't taking no chances
In the darkest places ones with the unknown faces
Cause fire places in hearts of the rebels you hating
You better take a look and recognise the monster created
I think we gotta choke em, we just elevated to hatred
What you know about survival? Ever struggle to eat?
What you know about the poverty? Ever live on the street?
When there ain't no opportunity trying to make ends meet
Then you become what they fear but they fear the elite

(Slaine)
Yeah, I'm a DMS soldier, EMS hold you
Now you're knocked the fuck out, you need a rest I told you
Homie you don't walk with a lean on my shoulder
Scheming on your dollar, fiending for a boulder
Blue-eyed devil spilling semen on your culture
Who am I to revel? What I'm being is a vulture
On both coasts with the toast to roast you
My soul's so close to approaching hopeless
Flows so dope I do coke to focus
The angel with the dust so the smoke is smoking
You loathe how I roll, it was so ferocious
I know this, I always had a prose composure
Let the curtains close cause your shows is over
They'll be no more of you posers posing
It's raw uncut with a weapon to shoot
I'm the truth for the youth when I step in the booth, what!

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to La Coka Nostra's song "Fuck Tony Montana" are a commentary on the harsh realities of street life, particularly in inner-city neighborhoods where poverty and violence are rampant. The song's title is a reference to the notorious gangster of Scarface fame, but the lyrics challenge the iconic figure's image and suggest that even he wouldn't be able to survive in the world that the artists describe. The opening line, "Fuck Tony Montana, we kill kids, if he did he'd still be alive" sets the tone for the rest of the lyrics which are filled with vivid imagery of violence and desperation.


The song also touches on themes of loyalty, perseverance, and personal vendettas. The artists boast about their criminal exploits and how they've overcome their enemies, even those considered legendary. The lyrics also suggest that they view their experiences as a form of purgatory, with disturbing visions from the afterlife haunting them.


Overall, the song encourages listeners to recognize the harsh realities of inner-city life and to take a critical look at the glorification of gangster culture.


Line by Line Meaning

Fuck Tony Montana, we kill kids, if he did he'd still be alive
We don't idolize Tony Montana, the fictional character from the movie 'Scarface.' If he actually engaged in the violent activities he is portrayed doing, he would have likely met his demise.


Al Pacino fucked up twice
Even the acclaimed actor Al Pacino, who played Tony Montana, made the mistake of glorifying such a character in two movies.


I'm a vet but Benny Blonco ain't taking my life
I am experienced in the streets, but the character Benny Blonco cannot harm or kill me.


I might end up on the beach with my seed in my wife
If things go well, I may retire peacefully with my family, enjoying a beach vacation.


One last hustle, last hoorah, move this last bundle
This is our final opportunity to make a big score, a final act before we retire, involving a significant amount of illegal goods.


I caught bodies out here, homie, y'all can't fumble
I have committed multiple murders without being caught or identified. You and your associates cannot make careless mistakes.


Most of my felonies are legendary
The crimes I have committed have become notorious and are well-known among those involved in the criminal underworld.


That's why I put most of my enemies in cemeteries
I have killed or eliminated a significant number of my adversaries, leading to their burial in graveyards.


I seen visions from beyond the grave burning in Hell
I have experienced hallucinations or nightmares where I witness the tormented souls of the deceased suffering in the fires of Hell.


Screaming in pain to God begging to be saved
These tortured souls cry out in agony, desperately pleading with God for mercy or deliverance.


This is purgatory, another first degree murder story
The life we lead, filled with violence, crime, and constant danger, feels like a state of purgatory between heaven and hell. It is a never-ending cycle of committing premeditated acts of murder.


They took my kindness for a weakness and turned it on me
People misunderstood or underestimated my genuine acts of kindness, taking advantage of my perceived vulnerability, but I retaliated.


That's when I blacked out, pulling triggers like I was cracked out
In a state of intense rage or frenzy, I lost control and began shooting my gun uncontrollably, as if under the influence of powerful drugs like crack cocaine.


Eyes bugging out my head tapped out
My eyes were wide open and bulging in a state of extreme mental and physical exhaustion or overstimulation.


Schized the fuck out, loced out, coked out
I was experiencing severe paranoia or delusions, completely immersed in a mindset of aggressive and reckless behavior, likely influenced by cocaine use.


Shinied up, left you soaked the fuck up and smoked out
I emerged victorious and covered in your blood, leaving you soaked in your own demise. I dominated the situation and left, feeling the effects of drugs wearing off.


Fuck a motherless child from a penniless home
I have no sympathy or concern for those who come from poor backgrounds, without a mother's care and support.


I'm an heartless lion with an iron-jaw bone
I am a merciless and ruthless individual, resembling a lion with an unbreakable strong will and determination.


I'm no Al Capone or Corelone
I may possess certain qualities or characteristics associated with notorious gangsters like Al Capone or characters from the Corleone family in 'The Godfather', but I am not them.


But I've been known to put a hit out on the microphone
I have gained a reputation for delivering deadly or impactful rap verses, metaphorically 'assassinating' the competition in the music industry.


Fuck your time zone, fuck your area code
I disregard and have no respect for the geographical boundaries or divisions represented by time zones and area codes.


I'll detonate my payload and watch it explode
I will unleash my powerful and explosive musical content, enjoying the resulting impact and reaction it generates.


It's a gangster boogie, it's a soldier's hustle
This is a style of music and lifestyle associated with gangsters and soldiers. It embodies the determination and drive required to survive and succeed in such environments.


Little bang take big bank if it got muscle
Even a small, insignificant movement or action can lead to great financial success or power if it is backed by strong influence or force.


Drugs, money, sex, revolution is next
The themes of drugs, money, and sex dominate our lives, but the next phase or wave of change and rebellion is approaching.


This ain't strong-armed robbery, we got a small armory
The criminal activities we engage in are not simply acts of forcefully taking possessions. Instead, we possess a considerable arsenal of weapons and resources.


Fuck cracks and Glocks, we shooting back at the cops
We are not afraid and will not back down from confrontations with law enforcement. We are willing to retaliate with gunfire.


Deep undercover like we running black ops
We operate covertly, concealing our true identities and intentions, similar to the undercover operations carried out by special forces in black operations.


Battle cry singing, you're on my dick swinging
I am confidently expressing myself and asserting dominance, while those who oppose me are desperate to gain attention or recognition by attacking me.


Ain't nobody fucking with this drama I'm bringing
No one can compete or challenge the intense and chaotic situations or conflicts I am involved in.


Some men are king and some men are peasants
There are individuals who possess power and authority, while others are subordinate and lack influence or control.


So come kiss the ring, bow down to the king
Submit and show respect to my authority and superiority. Acknowledge my dominance and power.


I'm from the double S till I drop
I am from a neighborhood or area known as the double S, and I will represent and remain loyal to it until the day I die.


I rep the bubble vest with a Glock
I proudly wear and identify with a bulletproof vest and carry a Glock pistol, symbolizing my involvement in street violence and protection.


My trouble stem from all the death on my block
The source of my difficulties and challenges as an individual arise from the constant presence and occurrence of death in my neighborhood.


The meth and the rock got zombie armies set to pop
The widespread use of methamphetamine and crack cocaine has led to the formation of groups of people controlled by addiction, resembling mindless zombies.


Jail cells are funeral plots, they're stressed in a box
Being imprisoned is equivalent to being buried alive, where individuals experience immense stress and confinement within the confines of a jail cell.


Sick Side harmony is like Jews and Arabs in bombing sprees
The loyalty and unity among members of the Sick Side, a rap group or collective, is as powerful and unlikely as both Jews and Arabs engaging in acts of terrorism together.


My hood's the Gaza Strip, this raw shit's a part of me
The area I come from is comparable to the war-torn Gaza Strip, and living in a raw and dangerous environment has become ingrained in my identity.


A cult following martyrs me, street life is haunting me constantly
I have developed a devoted and dedicated group of followers who idolize or venerate me. However, the challenges and dangers of street life constantly haunt and impact my daily existence.


Thinking cops with the friction are trying to slaughter me
I suspect that law enforcement officers, who are in constant conflict with criminals like myself, have a hidden purpose or agenda to eliminate me.


A killer's lottery is roulette, not on himself
For a killer, the act of taking a life is a form of gambling, where the outcome is uncertain and unpredictable. However, the danger or risk does not directly affect the killer.


That's when Russians test the Mexicans and see who's next
During criminal activities, individuals from different ethnic backgrounds, such as Russians and Mexicans, assess each other's capabilities and determine who will be targeted or victimized next.


Hit the block and you'll catch two Techs
If you venture into our neighborhood or territory, you will likely encounter hostile individuals wielding Tec-9 semi-automatic pistols, ready to engage in violence.


Nevermind where you're from, we're reacting cause we preview death
Your background or origin is irrelevant. If you provoke or instigate violence, we will respond aggressively, as death is always a possibility in such situations.


Drive-by murder hit with a live burner
The act of committing murder while shooting from a moving vehicle, using a firearm that is ready to fire, creates a sense of immediate danger and threat.


You try to shake a barrel to buck, it's not heard of
If you attempt to escape or elude punishment for your actions, it is unlikely to succeed. We are relentless and will not let you escape.


You are not everlasting, get slain by Ill Bill
Your existence is not eternal or immortal. Ill Bill, another rapper or individual, will cause your demise or death.


One lethal dose of pain and get left on the hill
A single, deadly amount of pain inflicted upon you will result in your life being abruptly ended and your body abandoned on a desolate hill.


There's so many ways to hustle man, I got em all locked
In the world of illegal activities and making money through illicit means, I possess the knowledge, skills, and strategies to engage in numerous types of hustles or schemes.


If you think about touching mine, the hammer's on cocked
If you consider interfering with or harming my possessions or loved ones, I am fully prepared to use a firearm against you, as the hammer of the gun is ready to strike.


Got my mind on my money and my money on my mind
My focus and priorities revolve around accumulating wealth and financial success, occupying my thoughts and decisions.


We never stop the hustle, get the paper and fly
We are relentless in our pursuit of making money through various schemes or enterprises, allowing us to live a lavish lifestyle and move about freely.


That's life in the city, shit is gritty, no it ain't pretty
Living in an urban environment is characterized by harsh realities, difficult circumstances, and unpleasant experiences. It is not a glamorous or attractive existence.


But we on the grind, homie if you ain't rolling with me
Despite the challenges, we are determined and committed to working hard and pursuing success. If you are not actively involved in my endeavors or supportive, I have no use for you.


When you against you just an enemy that might be a cancer
If you oppose or oppose my actions or goals, you are no longer a friend or ally. You are now considered an enemy who could potentially cause significant harm or damage.


So then we're searching to remove your ass, ain't taking no chances
Consequently, we actively seek to eliminate or get rid of you, unwilling to take any risks or allow you to potentially disrupt our plans or safety.


In the darkest places ones with the unknown faces
The most dangerous and mysterious individuals can be found in the most obscure or hidden locations, and they possess unfamiliar or unidentified appearances.


Cause fire places in hearts of the rebels you hating
These enigmatic individuals ignite flames of rebellion and resistance within the hearts of those who oppose or dislike them.


You better take a look and recognise the monster created
It is essential for you to fully acknowledge and understand the powerful and dangerous figure that has been produced or inspired by our circumstances and surroundings.


I think we gotta choke em, we just elevated to hatred
I believe it is necessary for us to strangle or suppress those who oppose or irritate us, as our emotions have intensified to a level of intense hatred and hostility.


What you know about survival? Ever struggle to eat?
Do you have any firsthand experience or understanding of the harsh realities and challenges that come with surviving day-to-day life? Have you faced significant difficulties or hunger?


What you know about the poverty? Ever live on the street?
Can you comprehend or relate to the experiences of extreme poverty or homelessness? Have you resorted to living on the streets to survive?


When there ain't no opportunity trying to make ends meet
In situations where there are limited or no opportunities for financial stability or success, you are forced to find any means necessary to meet your basic needs and survive.


Then you become what they fear but they fear the elite
In these circumstances, you transform into a person who instills fear in others, but ironically, those in power or of high social status fear losing control or their privileged positions.


Yeah, I'm a DMS soldier, EMS hold you
I proudly identify as a member of the rap group DMS, which represents strength and loyalty. We hold a firm grip on our enemies, imposing control.


Now you're knocked the fuck out, you need a rest I told you
Now that I have incapacitated you, rendering you unconscious or defeated, it is obvious that you require a significant period of rest, just as I predicted.


Homie you don't walk with a lean on my shoulder
You should not rely on or depend on me for support or guidance, as I carry my own burdens and responsibilities.


Scheming on your dollar, fiending for a boulder
I am constantly plotting or devising plans to obtain your money, driven by an insatiable desire for a large quantity of drugs, particularly crack cocaine.


Blue-eyed devil spilling semen on your culture
I, a person of Caucasian or white ethnicity, represent a destructive and exploitative force that infiltrates and pollutes the essence or core values of your culture.


Who am I to revel? What I'm being is a vulture
I should not take pleasure or delight in what I am doing, but I cannot help myself. I am acting as a predator, preying upon the vulnerable and weak.


On both coasts with the toast to roast you
I have a presence and influence in both the East and West coasts, armed with a gun to completely destroy or humiliate you.


My soul's so close to approaching hopeless
I have reached a point in my life where my spirit or inner self is dangerously close to losing all hope, descending into despair or desperation.


Flows so dope I do coke to focus
My rap style or delivery is incredibly impressive and addictive, to the point where I feel the need to consume cocaine in order to enhance my concentration or performance.


The angel with the dust so the smoke is smoking
I possess a spiritual or divine aura, symbolized by the dust or powder of illicit substances, causing the smoke or vapor to rise and create an atmosphere of intoxication or mystique.


You loathe how I roll, it was so ferocious
You despise or resent the manner in which I conduct myself, as it is characterized by overwhelming intensity and savageness.


I know this, I always had a prose composure
I am fully aware of this fact. I have consistently maintained a calm and composed demeanor in my poetic or artistic expression, despite the chaos or frenzy surrounding me.


Let the curtains close cause your shows is over
It is time to bring an end to your performances or acts, as you have exhausted your opportunities and no longer hold the attention or interest of the audience.


They'll be no more of you posers posing
Your existence as individuals who pretend or pose as something or someone you are not will come to an abrupt halt. There will be no further display or pretense.


It's raw uncut with a weapon to shoot
My music or expression is authentic and uncensored, fueled by a desire to address harsh realities and discomfort. It serves as a powerful tool or weapon.


I'm the truth for the youth when I step in the booth, what!
When I enter the recording booth, my words and presence have a significant impact on the younger generation, serving as a source of truth or genuine expression.




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