[verse 1:]
I got this coffee pot of white soap
stuck my hanger down the center
when I entered I spent it cause it was like dope
But on the real-a he was jackin' me for scratch
cause out of 36 ounces this motherfucker brought me 20 back
I'm slanging 20 sacs cause I done lost 16
and these goddamn streets aint going to bring me back
Now could it be the southside big baller
Bolo rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn
I'm going up on my whole thangs
And stepped on don't go runnin my clique cause it's a old game
And all I ever wanted was some hundred stacks
I went from slangin' o-z's to movin' hundred sacks
Gotta make my money back
Cause I done came too far up in these goddamn streets
to get my money snatched
I'm so for real about this motherfuckin skrill
that any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin' killed
For real
[chorus: ]
(scratching and mixing)
All I have is this small skrilla
[verse 2:]
I know this nigga run this game of life
So motherfuckin sheist that at night he got to sleep with lights
Cause he done come across with shit so shade
that mutha fuckers comin with clips to locate him
Aint no waitin and once they spot him they gon' sure face him
and once the got him they gon' sure waste him
This aint no mutha fuckin joke nigga it aint worth it
and even if your mother gets in it you cant surface
It was all purpose
just like that bullshit you was serving it was all purpose
We all chipped in nigga and we all hurting
I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine
when a niggas 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes
I'm on the corner selling whole eights
I don't remember being this fuckin paranoid since I sold weight
I went from 50 sacs to 50 packs
And all because this motherfucker got jipped he wants to jip me back
But when I find him I'm gon finalize him
Just to let a nigga know I'm for real and down to die for mine
And I'm for real about this mutha fuckin skrill
that any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin killed
For real
[chorus]
[verse 3:]
Game made to be swift since eighty-six when I started
Seems like niggas with hustle got outsmarted
Cause now they wanna analyze they homies for scratch
Catch them when they sleeping come down and up scrap
And even though I plotted hittin' niggas for ends
I never took out straps and shot gats at friends
It was all about being for real where I was from
Where very few niggas came real but I was one
I dedicate this to my homies stuck in battle
Living life being caught up in this mutha fuckin' gamble
The game made to be changed but the niggas still started
Cocaine seems to be blamed for the niggas gettin slaughtered
How many times you had your homie shot
By the same mutha fucker whose game came from your homies block
Niggas get caught up in the paper chase
and lose respect for the game
that was honored before the cake was made
[chorus]
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Other Songs Lyrics For 'Scarface'
2 Real
A Minute to Pray and a Second to Die
All Night Long
Body Snatchers
Boo Boo'n
Born Killer
City Under Seige
Cocaine
Comin' Agg
Diary Of A Madman
Do What You Do
Do What You Do.
Dog These Ho's
Don't Testify
Dyin Wit'Cha Boots On
Faith
For Real
Fuck Faces
Funky Lil Nigga
G's
Games Over
Get Out
Goin' Down
Good Girl Gone Bad
Greed
Hand of the Dead Body
He's Dead
Homies & Thuggs ["the Remix"]
Homies and Thuggs
Hustler
I Need A Favor
I Seen a Man Die
I'm Black
I'm Dead
In and Out
In My Blood
In My Time
Intro
Intro ..
Intro.
It Ain't Part II
Jesse James
Krunch Time
Let Me Roll
Lettin' Em Know
Look Me In My Eyes
Ma Homiez
Mary Jane
MaryJane
Menace Niggas Never Die
Mind Playin Tricks On Me '94
Mind Playin' Tricks 94
Money and the Power
Money Makes the World Go Round
Mr. Scarface
Mr. Scarface: Part III the Final Chapter
Murder By Reason Of Insanity
No Tears
No Warning
Now I Feel Ya
O.G. To Me
One
One Time
One Time.
Outro
Outro.
Outro..
Overnight
P. D. Roll'em
Real
Rules 4 Real Niggas
Sleepin In My Nikes
Small Time
Smartz
Smile
Southside
Southside: Houston, Texas
Still That Aggin
Strictly For The Funk Lovers
Sunshine
The Diary
The Ghetto
The Last Of A Dying Breed
The Pimp
The Wall
The White Sheet
They Down With Us
Untouchable
Use Them Ho's
Warriors
What's Goin' On
Who Run This
Win, Lose or Draw
Ya Money or Ya Life
You Don't Hear Me Doe
You Owe Me
Your Ass Got Took
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