(feat. Ghetto Twiinz)
[Chorus]


I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pushin' rocks on the block, I'm never broke main
Sportin' jewelry and the %#@! they came wit rollin' hard

You try to serve me you'll get served, wit no regard [2x]

[Twin 1]


I gotta do what I gotta do in this game
I started small time, dope game, cocaine

I went from quarters to ounces to slangin' ki's (*##$
I went from rags to riches and I'm stackin' G's quick
Now the popo's wanna come and get a ^!$$%

I'm gonna knock 'em on they $$# 'cuz my %#@! is bigga
I got my block sewed up, got them rocks swole up
Keep my %#@! on @@#! in case they roll up

^!$$%s wanna stick me for my G's and ki's
But believe I'm gone make dem (*##$es bleed indeed
You can bring it bring it bring it but you can't stop this

Bulletproof in case you (*##$es try to pop this
Can't stop what I'm ishin' out
I'm thugged out

Final real Cormega %#@!, a drughouse
Get the razorblade and a test tube and a cocaine
^!$$%s swell in this dope game

Check me out

[Chorus]


[Scarface]


I'm on a all night flight
Swingin' these others, got these cluckers all on me
Steady sweatin' me for credit, tryin' to act like they know me

Show me the money, it ain't funny
Want a twenty or a dime
See I'm a hustla on the grind

Can't do nothin' for five
Get out my face
This ain't the place

To run game on me homie
That five dollars that you shakin'
Can't change nothin' here homie

I saw some misses 'bout the riches
Double cross me, swim wit the fishes
I'm inchin' wit one-way tickets

To them (*##$es who didn't get it, get it
Twist it, paper chasin'
On this bacon I'm makin'

All that plottin' and that fakin'
Got you dancin' wit Satan
See you hatin' on a playa

Way too major for bustas
Bring the ruckus mutha$#&@as
If you think you can touch us

Get on the prime co's
Load the black rhinos, in the 5-4
Villain, killin' children barricadin' my millions

While I'm small time dealin'
I'm just smugglin' chickens
Get my G's in position

I'm cookin' ki's in the kitchen
Small time


[Chorus]

[Twin 2]


I got a pocket full of stones
Where the fiends at

Got them big ol' boulders
That's where the G's at
Can't $#&@ wit rattin' $$# hoes

A (*##$ don't need dat
And for you jackin' $$# ^!$$%s
I'll have that heat yeah
I'm takin' 'em down
I'm beatin' that $$#

I'm puttin that thang all in dey face
Comin' for my G's, ^!$$% please
(*##$ it's steady straight
Makin' 'em, gettin' dividend
Got it hot yeah in-between

If them popo's come and get me
Let me out, I'm doin' again
We low, kilo, everythang I worked fo'
Have my girl workin' that corner
Don't come up in this short, hoe

Never seen, you know what I mean
All about that crispy green
Have it sewed up from H-town back to New Orleans
Murder murder if you play me short
Takin' heads clean off this (*##$ and bustin' hard

Fiends have my block on fire and have me workin' it
And my boys on the corner out there twirkin' it
They twirkin' it

[Chorus & Fade out]