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Scarface ~ Small Time
| ft. Ghetto Twiinz [Chorus] I started small time, dope game, cocaine Pushin' rocks on the block, I'm never broke main Sportin' jewelry and the shit 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 bitch I went from rags to riches and I'm stackin' G's quick Now the popo's wanna come and get a nigga I'm gonna knock 'em on they ass 'cuz my shit is bigga I got my block sewed up, got them rocks swole up Keep my shit on cock in case they roll up Niggas wanna stick me for my G's and ki's But believe I'm gone make dem bitches bleed indeed You can bring it bring it bring it but you can't stop this Bulletproof in case you bitches try to pop this Can't stop what I'm ishin' out I'm thugged out Final real Cormega shit, a drughouse Get the razorblade and a test tube and a cocaine Niggas 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 bitches 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 muthafuckas 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 fuck wit rattin' ass hoes A bitch don't need dat And for you jackin' ass niggas I'll have that heat yeah I'm takin' 'em down I'm beatin' that ass I'm puttin that thang all in dey face Comin' for my G's, nigga please Bitch 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 bitch 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] more free lyrics |