[Scarface
You short a couple of , I go on the streets for you I make a of moves , a mil' here a mil' there
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Rappin long enough to my stripes I member' they said I couldn't do it Fuckers they minds, so I started up the grind You needed raw flow? I got it like everytime Got me spittin' in the kitchen, my is mixing efficient Gimme the instrumental , I send it straight to the Toronto native rebel, I got it in my blood in the ghetto but I never been a thug I just hustle , hustle hustle Magic man known to turn em into doubles I'm the truth, playa everybody If ya diss me take ya nose out the Lord Knows , this music ain't never happen night Revvin' with yo bitch on my motor bike Looking light but I'm hard to the core Young south paw chad daw fuck around break ya jaw
What, What What What! Crack game the rap game What, What What What! Fuck break ya jaw nigga What, What What What! Rap like the crack game What, What What What!
I've been on the streets out these mixtapes Till' my wrist ache all for green face Try rob my then it's beef , I ain't chicken I grill em ; have you pissin in ya tight nobody better than ya boy , I swear! To reach here take you five light years Old broads want my new , how funny Now i'm money so she claiming that she love me I just call her bitch cuz bitches ain't shit Ring on the middle finger , her see it gliss Dudes hating on me they wanna see me strive Plotting on your boy can't look you in ya major moves , dinner at Baton Rouge With millionaire dudes, rap tycoon I gotta brag , i'm my own rap feature None of you could a single meter in my sneakers Move real silent but I'm fucking I went ghost , now they scared cuz i'm here again I possess a and it's only god given My self is my competition it is?
[Scarface
You sure Gimme that shit, c'mon let's talk Talk to me man -- I'm C'mon, I go low you go high , look I the game man This is talk, c'mon Let me explain -- don't to me like that man you man, Fuck you I fly the cash to the Bahamas