Artist: Scarface
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Typed by: [email protected]
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These niggas is fuckin with a dangerous game
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Hey Joe, what's up baby?
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Yeah, I like the beat
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Hahaha...
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Hey, when you drop drums I'ma drop rhymes, aight?
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(Drop rhymes)
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Nah, I don't need no count-off
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Just drop the beat and I'm on it, aight?
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(2-3-4)
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[ VERSE 1: Scarface ]
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I took my chances when I did my dirt
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And my advice to any nigga if you crimin, you do it worse
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Just get enough and step the fuck back
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Cause in this game when you get fame
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You gotta start dumpin these agents off your nutsack
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I'm just a nigga out the hood tryin to have things
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But when I got up on my feet you're screamin "Brad changed!"
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And your excuse was that the money came
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But my excuse was that you missed the plane, simple and plain
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I got to show my homies love, though
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I just don't fuck around with niggas that I don't know
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And you can take that how you wanna take it
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I'm from these muthafuckin streets
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And the same rules apply in this game, don't ever break it
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Ain't my muthafuckin luck I'm all alone at the crack
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And you niggas don't wanna try to attack
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We steady dyin over dumb shit, and me, I'm steady losin my sleep
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Cause niggas ain't familiar with the rules of the streets
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You're stuck
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Stuck at a standstill
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On the beat one time, come on
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It don't stop
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Give it to em
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...3
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[ VERSE 2: Scarface ]
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And to my niggas on the streets crimin (watch for haters)
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Stop sittin on the sidelines and (get your paper)
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Too many niggas complainin pointin fingers at the problems
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"That's why I hate my baby mama"
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I'm just a nigga from the very bottom
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Skippin classes, goin 8 balls or the white powder
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Tryin to get it while the muthafuckin gettin good
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The possibilities of movin out my neighborhood
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Don't get me wrong, I had them dreams too
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But the only thing you do is get your cream, fool
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Get your muthafuckin green, fool
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Niggas ain't knowin 'bout the ins and the outs
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First get in, then you get out
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Don't be stuck at a standstill
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(You know...
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To the 2, ah 2-1
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(...I was thinkin)
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Rock the mob shit for niggas, come on y'all
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(...need to, I don't know, maybe findin new hustles
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like niggas is runnin out of hustles, you know?)
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[ VERSE 3: Scarface ]
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When it's over don't nobody cry
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Just enjoy it while you live life cause everybody gotta die
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So when you see me I'll be hella high
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Bendin corners with my top down checkin out the changes in the sky
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Shootin paper clips at Jupiter
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The mo' I learn it's like I'm gettin stupider, and stupider
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Tryin to make the best out of a fucked up decision
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I'm just a nigga with a vision, which is
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Gettin up, gettin out, gettin my profits
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Tryin to stay away from these bitches that jock dick
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Movin up to move on, gotta stay true to it
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That's just the way you gotta do it
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And these niggas here is renegades, don't give a fuck
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But if you're real, then you like it rough, nigga what?
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You know it, you know what I'm sayin is real
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Now step the fuck off all those standstills
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Cause you're stuck
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Stuck at a standstill
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Stuck
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To the beat one time
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Yeah
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My nigga Mike Dean
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Stuck at a Standstill
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Scarface |