This song was originally written by a guy called Peter Gutteridge. He was one of the founders of the "Dunedin Sound" a musical scene in the south of New Zealand in the early 80s. From there it was covered by "The Clean" one of the early bands of that scene (he had originally been a member of in it's early days, writing a couple of their best early songs). The Dunedin sound, and the Clean became popular on american college radio in the mid to late 80s. I guess Yo La Tengo heard that version.
Great version of a great song,
[Scarface]
Yo Nas,
I don't think they wanna fuck with this
Gangsta shit, fo' sho'
("Danger, danger")
Check it out
It's on, and once again I bring niggas the rough
Fucking with us, that get you motherfuckers touched
Hit in the darkest alleys, where the super sports Rally
Beating up the block, leaving these motherfuckers shot
They ain't ready for the Nakamici
I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze
Now dey a motherfucking see me
They try to breeze me, but I got niggaz in New York
Coming kama-kize, sparking this shit that keep me off the heezee
Jay-Hovah, he with my man came over
To scoop me, blowing dukey, in the black Range Rover
Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for
Tell these niggas why we here
[Nas]
Nothing but the New York to Texas connection
Nothing but some real shit, what y'all expected
Spaz out, some times dreaming, think I'm awoke
Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke
Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me
That's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me
I'm twisted like, Dr. Death, Kevorkian
Flip shit, white gun handle, made of porcelain
My, Houston niggas, come through for niggas
Scarface get a call and we shooting niggas
Favor, for a favor, that's how we do business
Trying to make future figures, we two of the illest, what?
[Chorus: Nas]
You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) [Repeat: x3]
I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
Any nigga can get it
[Scarface]
You say you got a problem? Then tell a nigga where he at
So I can study his motions and peel his motherfucking cap
Where his brother go to school at? Find out some more information
Bout that bitch and hit a nigga right back
Cause when it come down to the come down;
I'ma pull the motherfucking plug on him
Walk up to his face and then gone
Set a example, send these hoes a little message:
They need to be more careful who they mess with, don't even stress it
Leaded, I pull these capers all the time
With the ugliest AK, I blow his motherfucking mind
Him and whoever standing by, I'll tell these niggas, "Let's go"
And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die
He fin' to die, throwing up his own blood
With a slug in his motherfuckig mug
I do this outta love, cause your money ain't no good here
Just consider that as favor, until I need a favor
[Chorus]
[Nas]
A killer code, secret untold, how we bury beef with a rose
To his wake we send a wreath that explodes
Beneath us sleep with the Reaper, they sleep eyes closed
That's how real Brad Jordan keep it, to him I owe
Five fo-fo's ready, five masks, five Mercedes
Attack em like Freddie, then we toasting over spaghetti
I share with ya drama, you share with mine
That's how we killing two birds at the same time
Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger
With a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga
Either way the heat is grave, fuck with 'Face we bring war
Either, you feel these bullets or the Texas chainsaw
Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art
And you my heart, I leave casualties bleeding
Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life
Murder for a murder, and I got you it's vice versa
[Chorus]
(A favor for a favor) [Repeat: x3]
Yo Nas,
I don't think they wanna fuck with this
Gangsta shit, fo' sho'
("Danger, danger")
Check it out
It's on, and once again I bring niggas the rough
Fucking with us, that get you motherfuckers touched
Hit in the darkest alleys, where the super sports Rally
Beating up the block, leaving these motherfuckers shot
They ain't ready for the Nakamici
I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze
Now dey a motherfucking see me
They try to breeze me, but I got niggaz in New York
Coming kama-kize, sparking this shit that keep me off the heezee
Jay-Hovah, he with my man came over
To scoop me, blowing dukey, in the black Range Rover
Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for
Tell these niggas why we here
[Nas]
Nothing but the New York to Texas connection
Nothing but some real shit, what y'all expected
Spaz out, some times dreaming, think I'm awoke
Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke
Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me
That's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me
I'm twisted like, Dr. Death, Kevorkian
Flip shit, white gun handle, made of porcelain
My, Houston niggas, come through for niggas
Scarface get a call and we shooting niggas
Favor, for a favor, that's how we do business
Trying to make future figures, we two of the illest, what?
[Chorus: Nas]
You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it (a favor for a favor) [Repeat: x3]
I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
Any nigga can get it
[Scarface]
You say you got a problem? Then tell a nigga where he at
So I can study his motions and peel his motherfucking cap
Where his brother go to school at? Find out some more information
Bout that bitch and hit a nigga right back
Cause when it come down to the come down;
I'ma pull the motherfucking plug on him
Walk up to his face and then gone
Set a example, send these hoes a little message:
They need to be more careful who they mess with, don't even stress it
Leaded, I pull these capers all the time
With the ugliest AK, I blow his motherfucking mind
Him and whoever standing by, I'll tell these niggas, "Let's go"
And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die
He fin' to die, throwing up his own blood
With a slug in his motherfuckig mug
I do this outta love, cause your money ain't no good here
Just consider that as favor, until I need a favor
[Chorus]
[Nas]
A killer code, secret untold, how we bury beef with a rose
To his wake we send a wreath that explodes
Beneath us sleep with the Reaper, they sleep eyes closed
That's how real Brad Jordan keep it, to him I owe
Five fo-fo's ready, five masks, five Mercedes
Attack em like Freddie, then we toasting over spaghetti
I share with ya drama, you share with mine
That's how we killing two birds at the same time
Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger
With a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga
Either way the heat is grave, fuck with 'Face we bring war
Either, you feel these bullets or the Texas chainsaw
Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art
And you my heart, I leave casualties bleeding
Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life
Murder for a murder, and I got you it's vice versa
[Chorus]
(A favor for a favor) [Repeat: x3]
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Favor for a Favor Lyrics as written by Leshan Lewis B. Jordan
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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