My Homies — текст песни (Scarface f Ghetto Twiinz)

[Chorus]

I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pushin` rocks on the block, I`m never broke main
Sportin` jewelry and the shit they came wit rollin` hard
You try to serve me you`ll get served, wit no regard (2X)

[Twin 1]

I gotta do what I gotta do in this game
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
I went from quarters to ounces to slangin` ki`s bitch
I went from rags to riches and I`m stackin` G`s quick
Now the popo`s wanna come and get a nigga
I`m gonna knock `em on they ass `cuz my shit is bigga
I got my block sewed up, got them rocks swole up
Keep my shit on cock in case they roll up
Niggas wanna stick me for my G`s and ki`s
But believe I`m gone make dem bitches bleed indeed
You can bring it bring it bring it but you can`t stop this
Bulletproof in case you bitches try to pop this
Can`t stop what I`m ishin` out
I`m thugged out
Final real Cormega shit, a drughouse
Get the razorblade and a test tube and a cocaine
Niggas swell in this dope game
Check me out

[Chorus]

[Scarface]

I`m on a all night flight
Swingin` these others, got these cluckers all on me
Steady sweatin` me for credit, tryin` to act like they know me
Show me the money, it ain`t funny
Want a twenty or a dime
See I`m a hustla on the grind
Can`t do nothin` for five
Get out my face
This ain`t the place
To run game on me homie
That five dollars that you shakin`
Can`t change nothin` here homie
I saw some misses `bout the riches
Double cross me, swim wit the fishes
I`m inchin` wit one-way tickets
To them bitches who didn`t get it, get it
Twist it, paper chasin`
On this bacon I`m makin`
All that plottin` and that fakin`
Got you dancin` wit Satan
See you hatin` on a playa
Way too major for bustas
Bring the ruckus muthafuckas
If you think you can touch us
Get on the prime co`s
Load the black rhinos, in the 5-4
Villain, killin` children barricadin` my millions
While I`m small time dealin`
I`m just smugglin` chickens
Get my G`s in position
I`m cookin` ki`s in the kitchen
Small time

[Chorus]

[Twin 2]

I got a pocket full of stones
Where the fiends at
Got them big ol` boulders
That`s where the G`s at
Can`t fuck wit rattin` ass hoes
A bitch don`t need dat
And for you jackin` ass niggas
I`ll have that heat yeah
I`m takin` `em down
I`m beatin` that ass
I`m puttin that thang all in dey face
Comin` for my G`s, nigga please
Bitch it`s steady straight
Makin` `em, gettin` dividend
Got it hot yeah in-between
If them popo`s come and get me
Let me out, I`m doin` again
We low, kilo, everythang I worked fo`
Have my girl workin` that corner
Don`t come up in this short, hoe
Never seen, you know what I mean
All about that crispy green
Have it sewed up from H-town back to New Orleans
Murder murder if you play me short
Takin` heads clean off this bitch and bustin` hard
Fiends have my block on fire and have me workin` it
And my boys on the corner out there twirkin` it



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