Out jumps some fiends and steals all his rocks
 Pulls out a gun and shoots down all the fiends
 And Mr. Mr. Scarface went up the block again

 (All I have in this world  all I have in this world
 All I have  all I have  all I have in this world)

 Ahh yeah  hah
 Mr. Scarface is back in the motherfuckin house once again!
 Yea  droppin some of that new
 Mr. Scarface Two, on your motherfuckin ass
 So suck a nigga dick, or make a nigga rich
 Or something, bitch

 Verse One:

 I don't give a FUCK about the chatter in the background
 Niggaz get beat when they step this is axe down
 If you don't know, I recommend you check
 And ask them motherfuckers, how many heads I put to rest
 I play a game but the game ain't roulette
 Slangin cane is the thang and I beat
 That there's a lot of wannabe Scarfaces
 I've heard the name in ninety-nine different places
 I'm here to squash it all original will speak
 Scarface on your ass from the streets
 I left my cut, in fear of a prison term
 They wanna put me in a chair and let me burn
 But go to prison on a murder rap, fuck that
 I refuse to be a visitor in state's camp
 So I broke and left behind all I worked for
 Either that or be sentenced for a drug war
 And many want to know why I've slowed up
 It's either that or get fucked
 Cause laws get happy on the trigger
 Say fuck it put a cap in a nigga
 But this ass ain't made for no caps homey
 This ass says 'Exit Only'
 So I get in the wind but hey
 A nigga still sold a quarter everyday
 I sat around for six months black
 Waitin for the day to make a comeback
 And now I'm ready for combat
 Mr. Scarface is back

 Chorus: repeat 2X

 (All I have in this world, all I have in this world
 All I have, all I have, all I have in this world)
 Nobody knows my name, they'll only know this face
 On the farilla my nigga just call me Scarface

 Verse Two:

 Aiyyo Bido, drop that shit
 Yeah, heh heh
 Back in the South Park, six o'clock on the dot
 Checkin on my old rock spot
 I seen the same old set
 Heh, the small timers see me so they jet
 Buildin one-twenty-eight
 I got myself a bag and I can't wait
 To cut em up small to make a profit
 Niggaz on the cut short stop it
 Fiends'll see em small then they go
 Where, to see the motherfuckin pro
 One nigga got pissed
 And started reachin for his shit
 Three-fifty-seven on your ass fool
 Like I said before, you don't get a second chance dude
 Unloaded on his ass he was hurt
 Six shots put his dick in the dirt
 Laid him out like a motherfuckin rug
 Gettin pumped full of thirty-eight slugs
 Some other niggaz stepped out y'all
 Aww shit, I had to make a phone call

 Hello?
 Hay Jay
 Whassup?
 I'm in a little trouble man
 Where you at?
 I'm out here in South Park Village
 Stay right there, I'll be right on
 C'mon let's take these motherfucers to war main

 Jay called up some niggaz from the 5th Ward
 And came back with a motherfuckin hit squad
 Motherfuckin uzi machine
 Big Chief packed an M-16
 Will and AK with a banana clip
 And little Bill had a god damn pistol grip
 I hit a little laugh and got me a buzz
 And that's about the time they got drugged
 One more war took place
 You can call me the shit started, or call me Mr. Scarface

 Chorus

 Verse Three:

 Damn, check this shit out
 Later on, all alone, you know what happened next
 Another bitch came by to give me sex
 It was kind of strange I was thrown off
 The last bitch got her head blown off
 But fuck I ain'tsta pass up no pooty
 She started strippin at the door, oh goody
 I got in that ass with the quickness
 Fuckin her down with the diznick
 I didn't have to pretend I loved her
 All she wanted me to do was just fuck her
 So I gave it up to the lady
 And all she said was 'Fuck me baby, fuck me baby'
 I started stroking in an outrage
 The whole while I was starin at my twelve gauge
 The bitch was makin noise I said I'm killin her
 And all the while my dick was hard and he was still in her
 I made a nut as she fell to the floor
 I heard a knock on the front door
 I grabbed the twelve gauge from the bed head
 Who is it? (Fred) Who?
 Who the fuck is Fred, I stood by the door
 By that time someone jumped in the window
 Now what the fuck was I do? *bam bam bam*
 The bitch packed a twenty-two
 Hit him in his head, there she laid him
 The nigga standin by the door I sprayed him *automatic fires*
 And headed for the back
 I seen that same old brown cadillac
 It kinda fucked me up at first
 Cause the nigga that drove that caddy rode away in a hearse
 I opened up fire on the ride G
 Who I was shootin for was standin right behind me
 I had a double barrel pointed at my ass
 Could this be the end of Mr. Brad?
 I don't know what happened to the slut
 Well that's about the time the closet door it opened up
 *kicked open* On your ass trick!
 I'll be damned if I go out like the last bitch!
 Heh, five-oh's on my ass main
 They know me by the face, but they don't know my last name
 Now I'm back on the case
 Yeah, just call me Mr. Scarface