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| [Scarface] It's danger in the streets these days Man how the fuck am I gon' keep me paid? Believe me mayne; if I got to die I got to go This was all never sure cause danger life I know It was all about the diamond chains, or the ride and bank Smoke and listen to the Isleys sang Would I ride the same? Dawg, probably not Laid back reminiscin on the times I shot Dare all motherfuckers trippin in them parkin lots If it was war niggaz wanted it was war they got I'm a nigga, a real nigga, a quick thanker that would hesitate to aim and see the chamber Discharge the cartridges that the hollow-point came from You can hide but you cain't run Yeah, and he just started what can not be stopped And fucked up cause you were thinkin you could not be got [Chorus: repeat 2X] This is not a game Niggaz want a lifestyle with finer thangs Hustlin to come up on these diamond chains, diamond rangs Runnin on the daily out here tryin to slang [Scarface] Now analyzin all the wrong I've done I'm surprised I ain't dead I guess the good die young I put a hole in a nigga head, fuck why run from a lazy motherfucker cause he flashed his gun We ain't cut from the same shit, nigga I'm a shooter If I show I got a pistol best believe I'ma shoot a stupid motherfucker down, shoot a motherfucker down Chalk his ass in the dirt with a bullet in his mouth And I won't lose sleep cause when it come time for me to pay the piper Fuck it, I've been tryin to meet Yeah~! So please believe that when it's time to show I'll be ready with my arms crossed, dyin to go And I won't shed tears, I'm respected here And you won't hear things you'd expect to hear I rejected fear; and I don't wanna be another second here But the question is, is he lettin me live? [Chorus] [Scarface] Right here the pros and cons Cause life's way deeper than the frozen arm They might streetsweep you if you're holdin on My Sunday School teacher taught us Job in songs, another soul is gone She couldn't have told me shit Cause all I wanna do right here is fold me grip And she talks to me in codes and all I know is bricks Learn how to rock me up an O I coulda sold for six, instead she sold me tricks So now I plead my case The cops all on me tryin to bleed my safe My pops all on me tryin to squeeze my face But I'm not gon' squeal so I'ma need my space, back up I need my space Momma ain't raised no rat The word got back and niggaz paid for that Yo' ass got served and never made it back Your ass had birds a nigga laid you flat, and then he raid your stack That's how the game is played [Chorus] |
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