[Scarface]
It's danger in the streets these days
Man how the f** am I gon' keep me paid?
Believe me mayne; if I got to die I got to go
This was all never sure cause danger life I know
It was all about the diamond chains, or the ride and bank
Smoke and listen to the Isleys sang
Would I ride the same? Dawg, probably not
Laid back reminiscin on the times I shot
Dare all motherf**ers trippin in them parkin lots
If it was war n***az wanted it was war they got
I'm a n***a, a real n***a, a quick thanker
That would hesitate to aim and see the chamber
Discharge the cartridges that the hollow-point came from
You can hide but you cain't run
Yeah, and he just started what can not be stopped
And f**ed up cause you were thinkin you could not be got
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This is not a game
n***az want a lifestyle with finer thangs
Hustlin to come up on these diamond chains, diamond rangs
Runnin on the daily out here tryin to slang
[Scarface]
Now an*lyzin all the wrong I've done
I'm surprised I ain't dead I guess the good die young
I put a hole in a n***a head, f** why run
From a lazy motherf**er cause he flashed his gun
We ain't cut from the same sh**, n***a I'm a shooter
If I show I got a pistol best believe I'ma shoot a
Stupid motherf**er down, shoot a motherf**er down
Chalk his a** in the dirt with a bullet in his mouth
And I won't lose sleep cause when it come time for me to pay the piper
f** it, I've been tryin to meet
Yeah~! So please believe that when it's time to show
I'll be ready with my arms crossed, dyin to go
And I won't shed tears, I'm respected here
And you won't hear things you'd expect to hear
I rejected fear; and I don't wanna be another second here
But the question is, is he lettin me live?
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[Scarface]
Right here the pros and cons
Cause life's way deeper than the frozen arm
They might streetsweep you if you're holdin on
My Sunday School teacher taught us Job in songs, another soul is gone
She couldn't have told me sh**
Cause all I wanna do right here is fold me grip
And she talks to me in codes and all I know is bricks
Learn how to rock me up an O I coulda sold for six, instead she sold me tricks
So now I plead my case
The cops all on me tryin to bleed my safe
My pops all on me tryin to squeeze my face
But I'm not gon' squeal so I'ma need my space, back up I need my space
Momma ain't raised no rat
The word got back and n***az paid for that
Yo' a** got served and never made it back
Your a** had birds a n***a laid you flat, and then he raid your stack
That's how the game is played
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