(All I have in this world)

--> Tony 'Scarface' Montana 

[ continues through intro ]



Hey

Shit

Yeah nigga, that's

That - that - that

This - this is some - ehm

What we gon' call this one here?

Fuck it

Let's call it - ehm

Some - some

Some old school Scarface freestylin

Youknowmsayin?

Yeah



Aaaaah shit!

I'm finna freestyle in this bitch

He-yeah

Huh youknowmsayin?

Check it out



[ VERSE 1 ]

I started small time, dope game, cocaine

Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mayn

But now I'm up against some mo' shit

Because the five-o's done jumped in my face with some hoe shit

Tried to mix a nigga up in a homicide

Said I shot a muthafucka in his mama's ride

I ain't the nigga in the trench coat

I don't push rocks on the block, I deal the big dope

I ain't the nigga on the mic that done said he quit

But I be damned if I get popped for some petty shit

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 shit

Do your dirt on the cool, so they can't say they saw shit

So when them muthafuckas step up with that he-say

You can tell em hoes to hit the freeway

Cause I ain't touchin shit 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 nigga up in some fuck shit

But I'm a killer comin atcha

Mr. Scarface Part III, nigga, 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 fuck is you talkin bout how much I make?!)

Ha-ha-ha..

(Fuck 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 niggas 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, nigga, fuck that

Cause if I fall short, nigga, then I'm ass out

And then we'll see what the judge try to pass out

I see some niggas we competin with

It's goin down tonight in the village, and I can see this shit

So I'm on the telephone callin up the squad

"Get your shit together, nigga, we finna mob"

Before I hung up the phone, niggas was lettin loose

I grabbed my shit and tried to find my bullet-proof

But fuck it, niggas, ain't goin for the chit-chat

They startin off with a headshot

So if I gotta die, then I gotta die, nigga

And when I fall on my ass, don't ask me why, nigga

It was just my time and the man came to get me

Fuck it - plus a bullet hit me

A straight niggaroe subtractor

Mr. Scarface Part III, muthafucka, The Final Chapter



The final chapter for real

(All I have in this world..)

Yep

He-he

I gotta - ehm

Shit, I guess I better talk about a broad then, huh?

Before I close this muthafucka off, right?

Check it out



[ VERSE 3 ]

Later on, all alone, sat around the house layin low

Waitin for these niggas to jump so I can buck a hoe

And just like I expected

A bitch came by in a gee wantin to get naked

Now shit's gettin hectic

The situation's lookin grim, so yo, I gots to check it

Clean those traps, all the other shit

I'm fuckin one hoe, and in comes another bitch

So now I'm jackbonin two hoes

Who's the nigga in the Kamurshol? Fuck, nigga, who knows?

She musta knew the bitch that I was fuckin with

And plus I'm strapped and she was suckin dick

Up and down with a smooth stroke

Takin 9 inches of this dick like a deep throat

The other bitch was involved in masturbation

Oh shit - now I'm ejaculatin

I let loose and they was fightin for the white shit

I got a rubber tryin to make my pipe fit

I finally made the cock crack

The bitch pulled a .330 and shoved it up my back

Then some niggas came out with a chainsaw

And tried to hack my muthafuckin brains off

These bitches set me up, y'all

Pussy - a nigga's quickest downfall

I couldn't do shit 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 muthafuckin head

Mr. Scarface is - naw, fuck that shit..



Ah-ha-ha

Youknowmsayin?

Punch the beat in