[Al Pacino, "Scarface"] This town like a big pussy, just waitin to get fucked I'm tellin you, I, I shoulda come ten years ago I'da been a, a millionaire by this By this time, I'd have my own boat, my own car, my own golf In this country, you gotta make the money Then you get the money, you get the power Then when you get the power, you get the women why you gotta make your own moves
I come from the under, bring the and the thunder double pumper a rubber in yo baby mother Fuck supper, I'll eat yo bitch ass up for In Texas, we blast first and ask questions Competition, all you can do is keep you to shut yo muthafuckin' ass up and listen The prison system's winnin', a battle Puttin' in our heart, we got more beef than cattle Mexicans killin' Mexicans I'm tired of you men Mad I'm movin' on up like the Jeffersons Easy pickins, I made a livin' chickens The sickest, now my flow is harder than my is You bump your two and I'ma bust my two clips That's two hollow tips to you do two flips Cause I'm a fool and a nut that really don't give a Buckle up and do a drive-by in my truck
[Al Pacino, "Scarface"] Look, the has come; we gotta expand The operation, distribution New York, Chicago, L.A We set our own mark, and enforce it We gotta big now
I got my on dollar signs, blowin' lime dimes of pine My time to shine, you don't know Bing man he Proceed to shine, and blind, dedicated to my Top down, spine, as I crawl on the grind See I shut 'em down. Stop I'm bustin' rhymes Bullet and slimes, you stop up at the stop sign Think like Einstein, syrup and crush combined paint on recline, keep my broads in line Come and find these niggaz to God they wreckin' the scene I'm so tired like Al Green; oh you ain't heard about Baby moma's on ding-a-ling, they exposin the Say they panties got wet, the first that they peeped me I ain't no hoe, I sip 4's, get throwed and sports '84's, indo, blowin' 'dro on the road Stackin' C-notes, makin' bitch niggas of they own dope 'til the day I go southeast in Grando fo sho
[Al Pacino, "Scarface"] I know all that bullshit, your breath You got on me You know it, I it I'm changing bills You wanna my time? Okay my lawyer He's the best in Miami such a good lawyer That by tomorrow morning, gonna be working in Alaska
Woke up this morning, in a room that was up Strapped to the bed, couldn't move, got me mad I at the top of my lungs, "Where am I, what have I done?" They stuffed my so I couldn't bite my tongue then they opened my arm and a needle from the lithium the maximum Seven hours I made a vague interrogation They sayin' I this man, and his wife, and they kids It appears none of them lived, I can't if I did But they that I'm the arsonist, claimin' that my part in this was that I doused the bodies in the dark and stayed up off of But not before I snapped the necks of each and of 'em Only cause it's cleaner than the up and gunnin' 'em Then I stacked up and grabbed the gas for the soakin' 'em Actin' like they dead while the fumes was just 'em Now comin' back to me, reality, that would be Yes I set the fire that's beyond the common
[Al Pacino, "Scarface"] What you I am, huh? What you think I am a fuckin' like you? I told you already, I told you, fuck with me! I told you, no fuckin kids, no but you wouldn't [gunfire], [scream],