get this grade Or I might fail to be a lawyer someday BRIDGE But just right now Can' think of anything better to do Than just sit down at the piano and a write this
Artist: Scarface Typed by: escobar188@yahoo.com {*piano sounds*} [Scarface] I don't really remember ... feelin' like this - I wish they can see they
This is my lucky day Oh, stick around baby N' ev'ryhting will be okay Gonna get rich quick This is my lucky day Gonna get rich quick This is my lucky
and the big ballot strings are about to get played and the melody i wrote is about to get sanged a song about our love is going to see the light of day
Ready to go? I know the city gettin' ready for me I know the city gettin' ready (This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop) (Can't stop! Yooou can't stop!) (This
need to step outside Another day Marks another way Marks a new reason to hide It's true when you slip You slide On the ground Been pushed down by this
stay out yo bod-day, hydo-hottie, I'm mighty morphine haterz couldn't stop me, B-Legit drop the bomb like Nazis, 20 blunts a day, high got me smokin
keep me down for long) Cuz I'm getting stronger (cuz I keep getting stronger, yea) Verse 2 Here we go My style is like a shot of Jack Daniels, a baby grand piano
choked up this is the tree and the rope This is Chi [Chicago) nigga, I'm mister all of that. Fuck a map, let's put this bitch on the almanac. Dice what
my best not to pop yet but the trop is major Shot my lil' 'cause I do my aunt the favor watch this I never been this itchy hope the cops just Get a
In the crib on this rainy day, I'm chilling Glass pianos and Portuguese drapes, hang from the ceiling Persian rugs, Moroccan sofas I walk to the house
kept splashing her compliments Polite thank yous is all around she crush the mints Developments, smooth keys from the piano Changed the mood like we changed the channel This is
to help you all but All I do is stare at ya You can have a shot of this Or maybe hit this marija Wanna if you wanna but If not, stay drug-free But
before and made the whole issue dead now I'm fed so it's off with you head Now the moral of the verse is that your career is thru and don't be fuckin
before this day ends [ piano ] All of everything is nothing without you and many dreams I dream the way I do Without your love before another day begins I'd rather die before this day
in the noon day sun Linger awhile in the shade of the tree Throw away your troubles, dream a dream of me You know, before your sister was born This is
dis shit and wax is da inner taste Off wit'cha fuckin' head, dispose of da body Put da work on da street, wrist froze at da party This here certified
momma need a bigger house [Chorus] This just the town we live in; North Phil my nigga, South Philly with mittens, look how chilly the rist is; poppin
