[Scarface]
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Yo, let's do it
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... we gon' do this one
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Let the beat ride for a minute though
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Will {?} in the house from the town
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FaceMob in this bitch, 'bout to tear shit down
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Uh-huh, yeah, there it is
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Yeah
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Still the, truth in the game ain't a damn thing changed
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Prone to tote heat up and then shoot flames
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Double the O.G. of a deuce thug thang
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Bitches who know me know how I do dames
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Still, fuckin with James we roll in this shit hard
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I locked up the South, he locked the 5th Ward
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Loaded and cocked, I'm known to be a block bleeder
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Known to get paper and I ain't fin' to stop neither
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I got {?} drive Porsches and shit
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Ranch got horses, golf courses and shit
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Eat shrimp steak crab raw oysters and shit
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And still fuck around with all my boys in the bricks
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International nigga, I been in and out the states
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Kingston, Brazil, bitches feedin me grapes
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I can, cut it and bake, all I need is some soda, a plate
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A microwave, Pyrex and a cake
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You can get it how you want it, what I'm spittin is free
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I don't need to hold in court what I can hold in the streets
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Niggaz know how I was raised so ain't no question these
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Consequences you gon' face when niggaz fuckin with me
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There it is
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[Chorus]
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One for the niggaz wanna cross me up
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Two for the bitches wanna toss me up
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Three for the people tryin to get my mail
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Wanna send me to jail so they can lock me up
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Four for the hoes who wanna block my shine
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Five for the snitch who went and dropped that dime
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Six for the suckers who ain't got no game
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That's a God damn shame, that's why he hatin on mine
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[Willie D]
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From the North to the South I don't need no passes
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You bitches get out of line, I'ma bleed yo' asses
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Look man, I ain't the huffin puffin type
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I'ma put that pistol in your motherfuckin life
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Mayor {?} call my crib, I be gettin them greens
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Fuckin the finest hoes that can fit in some jeans
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Take an interest in politics, Chopin and Van Gogh
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Shoot a motherfucker up and then go vote
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They say variety is the spice of life, so we'll
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fuck the black broads and lay pipe to the whites
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Puerto Ricans and Latinos, Japs and Filipinos
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What is y'all trippin fo'? Pussy is pussy
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I ain't gotta come where you live to shoot you in your sleep
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I know niggaz in yo' hood that'll do you for me
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Youse a bitch-made pussy born with no nutsac
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I'm a motherfuckin stand up cat, that's on the one
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[Chorus]
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[Bushwick Bill]
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Spot a fine-ass bitch and I'm scoopin her up
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You can sleep on me nigga if you're stupid enough
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But I'll be standin in your bed receivin from your woman
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You can bust in, but not while I'm cummin
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Cause I'm cummin everywhere, in her hair, on her face
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on her earring, even on the motherfuckin ceiling
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Keep it playa with a playa, let me get my nut
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After that, you can kill the bitch, I don't give a fuck
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Yes indeed, Chuck smoke good weed
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If it ain't hydro get the fuck out the do'
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You niggaz drink a few shots and your faculty slow
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I down the whole fuckin bottle like it's H2O
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Got the heart and the steel and the will to bust
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I'm the "Little Big Man" with the big ol' nuts
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Don't fuck with bitch-mades, too real for that
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Got the fame and the name but I still will jack, nigga
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[Chorus]
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