(All I have in this world)
--> Tony 'Scarface' Montana
[ continues through intro ]
Hey
sh**
Yeah n***a, that's
That - that - that
This - this is some - ehm
What we gon' call this one here?
f** it
Let's call it - ehm
Some - some
Some old school Scarface freestylin
Youknowmsayin?
Yeah
Aaaaah sh**!
I'm finna freestyle in this b**h
He-yeah
Huh youknowmsayin?
Check it out
[ VERSE 1 ]
I started small time, dope game, c**aine
Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn
But now I'm up against some mo' sh**
Because the five-o's done jumped in my face with some hoe sh**
Tried to mix a n***a up in a homicide
Said I shot a muthaf**a in his mama's ride
I ain't the n***a in the trench coat
I don't push rocks on the block, I deal the big dope
I ain't the n***a on the mic that done said he quit
But I be damned if I get popped for some petty sh**
That's why I move the real chickens
So if I'm goin down, I'm comin home on a meal ticket
Cause in this game you can't bar sh**
Do your dirt on the cool, so they can't say they saw sh**
So when them muthaf**as step up with that he-say
You can tell em hoes to hit the freeway
Cause I ain't touchin sh** with my own hands
I leave the dirt to be done by the next man
And count my money when they push it off
I wonder if the dope game is still bein good to y'all
Cause in the past four years, yo
I done clocked more cash sellin dope than them white folks
That's the reason why they upset
And always tryin to mix a n***a up in some f** sh**
But I'm a k**er comin atcha
Mr. Scarface Part III, n***a, The Final Chapter
He-he-he
Just freestylin in the studio, though
Where is Scarface?
Where is Scarface?
(Here I am
Here I am)
How much do you make, Sir?
(I don't -
Man, what the f** is you talkin bout how much I make?!)
Ha-ha-ha..
(f** you!)
[ VERSE 2 ]
I'm in the South Park, peepin out the territory
Finna set up shop just like in every story
So I'm rentin out the backside
And let them n***as do they work, and me, I'm kickin back, right?
And layin low in the next section
Got a fully automatic M-11 for my protection
Everything is goin smooth as planned
I gots to try to fool the man
Cause if I'm caught, I'm doin 10 flat
So I'm gettin it while the gettin's good, n***a, f** that
Cause if I fall short, n***a, then I'm a** out
And then we'll see what the judge try to pa** out
I see some n***as we competin with
It's goin down tonight in the village, and I can see this sh**
So I'm on the telephone callin up the squad
"Get your sh** together, n***a, we finna mob"
Before I hung up the phone, n***as was lettin loose
I grabbed my sh** and tried to find my bullet-proof
But f** it, n***as, ain't goin for the chit-chat
They startin off with a headshot
So if I gotta die, then I gotta die, n***a
And when I fall on my a**, don't ask me why, n***a
It was just my time and the man came to get me
f** it - plus a bullet hit me
A straight n***aroe subtractor
Mr. Scarface Part III, muthaf**a, The Final Chapter
The final chapter for real
(All I have in this world..)
Yep
He-he
I gotta - ehm
sh**, I guess I better talk about a broad then, huh?
Before I close this muthaf**a off, right?
Check it out
[ VERSE 3 ]
Later on, all alone, sat around the house layin low
Waitin for these n***as to jump so I can buck a hoe
And just like I expected
A b**h came by in a gee wantin to get naked
Now sh**'s gettin hectic
The situation's lookin grim, so yo, I gots to check it
Clean those traps, all the other sh**
I'm f**in one hoe, and in comes another b**h
So now I'm jackbonin two hoes
Who's the n***a in the Kamurshol? f**, n***a, who knows?
She musta knew the b**h that I was f**in with
And plus I'm strapped and she was s**in dick
Up and down with a smooth stroke
Takin 9 inches of this dick like a deep throat
The other b**h was involved in masturbation
Oh sh** - now I'm ejaculatin
I let loose and they was fightin for the white sh**
I got a rubber tryin to make my pipe fit
I finally made the co*k crack
The b**h pulled a .330 and shoved it up my back
Then some n***as came out with a chainsaw
And tried to hack my muthaf**in brains off
These b**hes set me up, y'all
p**y - a n***a's quickest downfall
I couldn't do sh** except take it like a man
But if I live, it's on again
But I wanted a quick piece
So I put down my piece and end up put down, deceased
She put the rifle to my muthaf**in head
Mr. Scarface is - naw, f** that sh**..
Ah-ha-ha
Youknowmsayin?
Punch the beat in