[Scarface]

It's danger in the streets these days

Man how the fuck 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 motherfuckers trippin in them parkin lots

If it was war niggaz wanted it was war they got

I'm a nigga, a real nigga, 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 fucked up cause you were thinkin you could not be got



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This is not a game

Niggaz 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 analyzin 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 nigga head, fuck why run

from a lazy motherfucker cause he flashed his gun

We ain't cut from the same shit, nigga I'm a shooter

If I show I got a pistol best believe I'ma shoot a

stupid motherfucker down, shoot a motherfucker down

Chalk his ass 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

Fuck 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 shit

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 niggaz paid for that

Yo' ass got served and never made it back

Your ass had birds a nigga laid you flat, and then he raid your stack

That's how the game is played



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