[Drunken Master]

"Uh. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Drunken Master, what-what."



Yo, I'm 'bout ta fuck yo' head like Stevie Wonder with the clippas

("Yeah, yeah.") Drunken Master, mobbin' like a real nigga

Representin' wit' that hardcore rap shit

You ain't feelin' me? Meet me on the 'Lac, bitch

And we can blaze up a sack of the sticky-green medicine,

take ya places ya neva been

'cause I've been around the world without a doubt

doin' shit the average nigga dream about

Deep in the game like pussy on prom night

Livin' in the last days, tryin' ta get my mind right

Game tight, ridin' wit' the Outlawz

Playin' bustas to the left like a Southpaw

Straight ridin', strictly Eastsidin'

Mobbin' wit' my dogs, livin' like hogs, nigga

Chedda chasin' wit' five on the blaze up

'Bout to get my wait up and stick the whole state up



['Scarface' samples]

"You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like

me. You need people like me so you can point your fuckin' fingers and

say 'That's the bad guy.' Say goodnight to the bad guy!"



[Drunken Master]

Niggas gamble wit' they life when they violate the zone

of a desperado hustler, tryin' to get my grind on

Stayin' focused with my mind on them chedder chips

Livin' well but tryin' to get that better shit

like a candy-coated hummer wit' the drop-top

Beatin' up your block, bumpin' underground 'Pac

Ballin, on the road to the riches

Never stallin, voice mail full of record labels callin'

'cause they know a nigga' gifted

but fuck fame. The niggas got the game twisted

Gettin' lifted, representin' Shadyville

Drunken Master, soldier in the feel

Shit is real. Write it down and remember

Number one contender, cold as December

Never sober, ridin' 'til it's over

Mixtape soldier, I told 'cha



['Scarface' samples]

"Hey, FUCK YOU, MAN! WHO PUT THIS THING TOGETHER?! ME! THAT'S WHO!

WHO DO I TRUST?! ME!!" ("ME!! ME...")