(bun b) I always wanted to be the biggest man in somethin Had to find my place But the world can leave a foul taste on the tongue Had to dodge a case
[Scarface] Let's do it! They sayin 'Face you need to slow down dude You refer to hoes as bitches and that ain't cool I tell 'em look out fool, I ain't
[Verse 1] I'm on a rampage been forced to look at darkness Brought up being heartless and with a gauge is how I'll guard this Quietly I sit plottin hits
Yo, this kid was raised to hustle, all he ever known was truble. His mama never kept a job his daddy die in struggle. He had a sister cute as fuck that
[Verse: Scarface] Young Face slangin, Ya Ya Ya Heavyweight, Got a bad bitch in every state On the grind, nonstop till I touch this cake Mark ass niggas
My hands got powder burns i just murdered a man, took his life over nothing if you ask me mother fuck em, it was him or either me so i sold 50 empty out
(Devin) Walk up in da session wit my dick in my hand Fat sweet in my mouth,a 24 ounce can Got no time for all that yesterday, he say, she say Pull out
Can't Understand my city's under siege F-a-c-e-M-o-b screamin 'cause i mean it Till these muthafuckas bury me 37-40 pull dat pistol packin gun slangin
Artist: Scarface f/ Bun B (U.G.K.), Z-Ro Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com [Talking] Nigga don't act like you don't know who I'm talkin' bout (Fifty-Cent
The conspiracy theory I knew this nigga who's sittin', on the dock on the bay Had plans of gettin' rich so he was plottin' with Jay This motherfucker
in this muthafuckin' world You shoulda fucked with, I'm leavin' niggas in bodybags You shouldn'ta fucked with the Brad You punk muthafucka, I'm comin' agg Mr., Mr. Scarface
[Scarface] Dirty Nigga, dirty money [Tanya Herron] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah [Scarface] Dirty, fo sho It's your downfall [Tanya Herron] Yeah, yeah
Hallelujah can tell this Devin's got some shit wouldn't give a fuck if you dissed Because shit to each's own and each owns voice You stealin', killin'
Life goes on in the streets of my hood when you die But some cry, and gets by, while others choose to wonder why His life was took at such an early age
[b-legit] I flip, make hits, and stick like peanut butter Five g's to the homie my money he didn't stutter The gutter with the gats, fuck that, we need
Dollar Dollar I'm 'bout my game, can't take shit light Rich today, be broke tonight I duck the pin 'cuz I seek the light On my grind, my grind's my life
Trouble seems to catch a motherfucker with his cards down Gotta keep my drawers up, shit's gettin hard now These motherfuckin cops be plantin shit on
[Scarface] They say the world is a ghetto, I'm witnessin a generation die By poverty sickness and homicide Now momma on the front pew, askin the preacher
