[Chorus]
 I started small time  dope game  cocaine
 Pushin' rocks on the block  I'm never broke main
 Sportin' jewelry and the shit they came wit rollin' hard
 You try to serve me you'll get served  wit no regard (2X)

 [Twin 1]

 I gotta do what I gotta do in this game
 I started small time  dope game  cocaine
 I went from quarters to ounces to slangin' ki's bitch
 I went from rags to riches and I'm stackin' G's quick
 Now the popo's wanna come and get a nigga
 I'm gonna knock 'em on they ass 'cuz my shit is bigga
 I got my block sewed up, got them rocks swole up
 Keep my shit on cock in case they roll up
 Niggas wanna stick me for my G's and ki's
 But believe I'm gone make dem bitches bleed indeed
 You can bring it bring it bring it but you can't stop this
 Bulletproof in case you bitches try to pop this
 Can't stop what I'm ishin' out
 I'm thugged out
 Final real Cormega shit, a drughouse
 Get the razorblade and a test tube and a cocaine
 Niggas swell in this dope game
 Check me out

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 [Scarface]

 I'm on a all night flight
 Swingin' these others, got these cluckers all on me
 Steady sweatin' me for credit, tryin' to act like they know me
 Show me the money, it ain't funny
 Want a twenty or a dime
 See I'm a hustla on the grind
 Can't do nothin' for five
 Get out my face
 This ain't the place
 To run game on me homie
 That five dollars that you shakin'
 Can't change nothin' here homie
 I saw some misses 'bout the riches
 Double cross me, swim wit the fishes
 I'm inchin' wit one-way tickets
 To them bitches who didn't get it, get it
 Twist it, paper chasin'
 On this bacon I'm makin'
 All that plottin' and that fakin'
 Got you dancin' wit Satan
 See you hatin' on a playa
 Way too major for bustas
 Bring the ruckus muthafuckas
 If you think you can touch us
 Get on the prime co's
 Load the black rhinos, in the 5-4
 Villain, killin' children barricadin' my millions
 While I'm small time dealin'
 I'm just smugglin' chickens
 Get my G's in position
 I'm cookin' ki's in the kitchen
 Small time

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 [Twin 2]

 I got a pocket full of stones
 Where the fiends at
 Got them big ol' boulders
 That's where the G's at
 Can't fuck wit rattin' ass hoes
 A bitch don't need dat
 And for you jackin' ass niggas
 I'll have that heat yeah
 I'm takin' 'em down
 I'm beatin' that ass
 I'm puttin that thang all in dey face
 Comin' for my G's, nigga please
 Bitch it's steady straight
 Makin' 'em, gettin' dividend
 Got it hot yeah in-between
 If them popo's come and get me
 Let me out, I'm doin' again
 We low, kilo, everythang I worked fo'
 Have my girl workin' that corner
 Don't come up in this short, hoe
 Never seen, you know what I mean
 All about that crispy green
 Have it sewed up from H-town back to New Orleans
 Murder murder if you play me short
 Takin' heads clean off this bitch and bustin' hard
 Fiends have my block on fire and have me workin' it
 And my boys on the corner out there twirkin' it
 They twirkin' it

 [Chorus & Fade out