Tone Capone - 1, 2, the 3 lyrics

[Scarface] Yo, let's do it ... we gon' do this one Let the beat ride for a minute though Will Hen in the house from the town FaceMob in this b**h, 'bout to tear sh** down Uh-huh, yeah, there it is Yeah Still the, truth in the game ain't a damn thing changed Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames Double the O.G. of a deuce thug thang b**hes who know me know how I do dames Still, f**in with James we roll in this sh** hard I locked up the South, he locked the 5th Ward Loaded and co*ked, I'm known to be a block bleeder Known to get paper and I ain't fin' to stop neither I got Ferraris drop Royces and sh** Ranch got horses, golf courses and sh** Eat shrimp steak crab raw oysters and sh** And still f** around with all my boys in the bricks International n***a, I been in and out the states Kingston, Brazil, b**hes feedin me grapes I can, cut it and bake, all I need is some soda, a plate A microwave, Pyrex and a cake You can get it how you want it, what I'm spittin is free I don't need to hold in court what I can hold in the streets n***as know how I was raised so ain't no question these Consequences you gon' face when n***as f**in with me There it is [Hook] One for the n***as wanna cross me up Two for the b**hes wanna toss me up Three for the people tryin to get my mail Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime Six for the s**ers who ain't got no game That's a God damn shame, that's why he hatin on mine [Willie D] From the North to the South I don't need no pa**es You b**hes get out of line, I'mma bleed yo' a**es Look man, I ain't the huffin puffin type I'mma put that pistol in your motherf**in life Mayor {​​​​​​?}​​​​​​ call my crib, I be gettin them greens f**in the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans Take an interest in politics, Chopin and Van Gogh Shoot a motherf**er up and then go vote They say variety is the spice of life, so we'll f** the black broads and lay pipe to the whites Puerto Ricans and Latinos, Japs and Filipinos What is y'all trippin fo'? p**y is p**y I ain't gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep I know n***as in yo' hood that'll do you for me Youse a b**h-made p**y born with no nutsac I'm a motherf**in stand up cat, that's on the one [Hook] [Bushwick Bill] Spot a fine-a** b**h and I'm scoopin her up You can sleep on me n***a if you're stupid enough But I'll be standin in your bed receivin from your woman You can bust in, but not while I'm cummin Cause I'm cummin everywhere, in her hair, on her face On her earring, even on the motherf**in ceiling Keep it playa with a playa, let me get my nut After that, you can k** the b**h, I don't give a f** Yes indeed, Chuck smoke good weed If it ain't hydro get the f** out the do' You n***as drink a few shots and your faculty slow I down the whole f**in bottle like it's H2O Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust I'm the "Little Big Man" with the big ol' nuts Don't f** with b**h-mades, too real for that Got the fame and the name but I still will jack, n***a [Hook]