Lyrics:
Brass Theme

lives again Free and bright and gay In your mind a sudden gleam Of a half forgotten dream Seems to glimmer when you hear The Third Man Theme Once again

Scarface produced 'em You ain't gotta like me, you just mad 'Cause I tell it how it is, and you tell it how it might be We got the shit, Mac tight, brass

to buck wholes in my fucking sweater Niggas is soft like butter, leathers and felt Time to heat it up and melt Felt the welts from brass belt buckles to brass

, I got to have you girl, because (She's so, fly) [T.I.] Look at shorty hoppin out that Maserati In them Giuseppe Zanotti's and that bangin ass body In them

's wrong?" The club and the moon is full And I'm lookin' for a thick, young lady to pull One sure shot way to get 'em out of them pants Take notes to

holla Lookin' lovely, day and nightly Makin' hubbies leave they wifey Homewrecker, heartbreaker Love to shake her money maker She's too sexy for her clothes So she throws them

towards them while they feast The days drag their heels when you're not there to crack the whip And the weeks wait to burst like a sache of brass The

in my fist I'm scriptin' Sonny Liston's lost B Quick six whips sick clique it's Slum V We stick chicks 'til their extensions fuzzy Jewelry's thick and chunky ridiculous Like in them

I'm gonna beat ya now lay Fuckin' fly misses Why you niggas at the crib tryin' to find misses Yo I'm gettin' head from the Mexican dime bitches Them