[Intro: Scarface]
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Toomp, Facemob in the house with you (What's really good)
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My homeboy Benzino, that nigga smoke a pound every thirty minutes (What's really good)
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Harlem, up top (What's really good)
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What up Hardy? Yeah
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[Scarface:]
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I done seen the game change and switch up a few times
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Kinfolk got a ten-year plus for two dimes
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Small baggage but we still carried weight cause rocked dope
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Got a nigga doubled up, the white boy's a nice boat
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Been a minute since I've been in it but peeped from side lines
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Most of ya'll get it fucked up forgetting the guidelines
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When I came we had a code that we followed where none spoke
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All the animosity swallowed with that we slung dope
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Young niggas in it to win it fucking with hard now
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Went from MD to Hennessey, fuck it we stars now
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Might as well live a little, we stack it and die young
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That's the mentality of niggas who hang where I've hung
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And I don't know what made it change but nowadays on my street
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Most of these niggas get indicted then turn to police
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Where and why's take the cause, exposing your main plot
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Then they find your uncle frozen with holes and his brains out
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[Hook:]
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[Scarface:]
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We don't tolerate a snitcher and this is the first frame
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With rules for real niggas who hunger for true game
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[Benzino:]
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(What's really good) Still gangsta, we locked in the street game
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(What's really good) Real niggas bust shots when the beef came
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[Young Hardy:]
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(What's really good) And even though most of my niggas on parole
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We know we still get it, cock back and we let it blow
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[Benzino:]
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(What's really good) The streets is quiet, we just here to let 'em know
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(What's really good)
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[Benzino:]
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Yo, they say I hang around fellas with records and mean looks
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Two-time convicted felons do records with mean hooks
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Specialise heavy weapons, we labelled as entertainers
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I'm nice with the pen, even better with the bangers
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My lifestyle considered to some is dangerous
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Make sure if you twisting a Dutch you blazing it
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We stay heavy in the hood cause the streets is talking
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Getting 'fetti like we should, if there's beef, we spark it!
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It ain't no need to quit scrapper, I'm on top of my game
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Sixty thousand South Africans screaming my name
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We international, Caribbean pirates, we warlords
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Get the buried treasure hidden up under the floorboards
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It ain't no rest for Benzino, see I'm a stay on my grizzly
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If I retired right now I know the game would miss me
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But I'm a make you with my boys putting out these hits
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And steady trynna make noise, you make security rich
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C'mon!
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[Hook]
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[Young Hardy:]
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I used to stare at the wall, huh
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Thinking to myself if I'm gon' make it at all
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I hustled just to get by, why
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Throwing change in my pocket and a little left to get fly
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I'm seeing time passing
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And with this short cake I'm stashing, ain't enough to cash in
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There's a bigger picture
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When all I do is give twenty-five to a pitcher
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I'm trynna have my own land
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I don't wanna be in mom's house living a grown man
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Kids in the living room shacked up
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Bedroom's packed up, my rent bent, I'm backed up
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I only want the best for me, sorta made a mess for me
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I'm hoping this thing was left for me
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But if it is, please bless shortie
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I can't see myself forty to grind the same story
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[Hook]
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What's Really Good
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Benzino |