[chorus]
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pushin rocks on the block, Im never broke main
Sportin jewelry and the shit they came wit rollin hard
You try to serve me youll 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 kis bitch
I went from rags to riches and Im stackin gs quick
Now the popos wanna come and get a nigga
Im 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 gs and kis
But believe Im gone make dem bitches bleed indeed
You can bring it bring it bring it but you cant stop this
Bulletproof in case you bitches try to pop this
Cant stop what Im ishin out
Im 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]
Im 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 aint funny
Want a twenty or a dime
See Im a hustla on the grind
Cant do nothin for five
Get out my face
This aint the place
To run game on me homie
That five dollars that you shakin
Cant change nothin here homie
I saw some misses bout the riches
Double cross me, swim wit the fishes
Im inchin wit one-way tickets
To them bitches who didnt get it, get it
Twist it, paper chasin
On this bacon Im 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 cos
Load the black rhinos, in the 5-4
Villain, killin children barricadin my millions
While Im small time dealin
Im just smugglin chickens
Get my gs in position
Im cookin kis in the kitchen
Small time
[chorus]
[twin 2]
I got a pocket full of stones
Where the fiends at
Got them big ol boulders
Thats where the gs at
Cant fuck wit rattin ass hoes
A bitch dont need dat
And for you jackin ass niggas
Ill have that heat yeah
Im takin em down
Im beatin that ass
Im puttin that thang all in dey face
Comin for my gs, nigga please
Bitch its steady straight
Makin em, gettin dividend
Got it hot yeah in-between
If them popos come and get me
Let me out, Im doin again
We low, kilo, everythang I worked fo
Have my girl workin that corner
Dont 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
They twirkin it
[chorus & fade out]
