*featuring Bing, Grimm
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[Al Pacino, from "Scarface"]
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This town like a great big pussy, just waitin to get fucked
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I'm tellin you, I, I shoulda come here ten years ago
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I'da been a, a millionaire by this time
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By this time, I'd have my own boat, my own car, my own golf course
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In this country, you gotta make the money first
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Then when you get the money, you get the power
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Then when you get the power, then you get the women
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That's why you gotta make your own moves
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[SPM]
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I come from the under, bring the rain and the thunder
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double pumper a burnin' rubber in yo baby mother
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Fuck supper, I'll eat yo bitch ass up for breakfast
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In Texas, we blast first and then ask questions
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Competition, all you can do is keep wishin'
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you need to shut yo muthafuckin' ass up and listen
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The prison system's winnin', a losin' battle
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Puttin' hate in our heart, we got more beef than cattle
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Mexicans killin' Mexicans I'm tired of you jealous men
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Mad cause I'm movin' on up like the Jeffersons
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Easy pickins, I made a livin' cookin' chickens
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The sickest, now my flow is harder than my dick is
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You bump your two lips and I'ma bust my two clips
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That's two hollow tips to make you do two flips
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Cause I'm a fool and a nut that really don't give a fuck
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Buckle up and do a drive-by in my grandpa's truck
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[Al Pacino, from "Scarface"]
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Look, the time has come; we gotta expand
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The whole operation, distribution
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New York, Chicago, L.A
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We gotta set our own mark, and enforce it
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We gotta think big now
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[Bing]
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I got my mind on dollar signs, blowin' lime dimes of pine
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My time to shine, you don't know Bing man he fine
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Proceed to shine, and blind, dedicated to my rhymes
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Top down, showin' spine, as I crawl on the grind
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See I shut 'em down. Stop flexin' I'm bustin' rhymes
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Bullet clips and slimes, you stop up at the stop sign
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Think sharp like Einstein, syrup and crush combined
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Drippin' paint on recline, keep my broads in line
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Come and find these niggaz swear to God they wreckin' the scene
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I'm so tired like Al Green; oh you ain't heard about Bing?
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Baby moma's on ding-a-ling, they exposin the G-String
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Say they panties got wet, the first time that they peeped me
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I ain't no hoe, I sip 4's, get throwed and watch sports
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Swangin' '84's, indo, blowin' 'dro on the road
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Stackin' C-notes, makin' bitch niggas full of they own dope
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'til the day that I go southeast in Grando fo sho
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[Al Pacino, from "Scarface"]
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I know all that bullshit, save your breath
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You got nothing on me
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You know it, I know it
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I'm changing dollar bills
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You wanna waste my time? Okay
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Call my lawyer
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He's the best lawyer in Miami
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He's such a good lawyer
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That by tomorrow morning, you're gonna be working in Alaska
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[Grimm]
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Woke up this morning, in a room that was padded up
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Strapped to the bed, couldn't move, got me mad enough
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I screamed at the top of my lungs, "Where am I, what have I done?"
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They stuffed my mouth so I couldn't bite my tongue
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then they opened my arm and a needle stung
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from the lithium the maximum sedation
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Seven hours later I made a vague interrogation
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They sayin' I burnt this man, and his wife, and they kids
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It appears none of them lived, I can't remember if I did
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But they insist that I'm the arsonist, claimin' that my part in this
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was that I doused the bodies in the dark and stayed up off of this
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But not before I snapped the necks of each and everyone of 'em
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Only cause it's cleaner than the runnin' up and gunnin' 'em
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Then I stacked them up and grabbed the gas for the soakin' 'em
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Actin' like they dead while the fumes was just chokin' 'em
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Now it's comin' back to me, reality, that would be
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Yes I set the fire that's beyond the common casualty
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[Al Pacino, from "Scarface"]
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What you think I am, huh?
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What you think I am a fuckin' worm like you?
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I told you already, I told you, don't fuck with me!
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I told you, no fuckin kids, no but you wouldn't listen
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[gunfire], [scream], [splash]
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Mafiosos
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South Park Mexican (SPM) |