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[ verse 1: willie d ] Picture me broke and disgusted, livin' like a fuckin' bum Raggedy clothes, not knowin' where my next meal comin' from I want the American dream like dusty rolls Got my eyes on paper, fuck these musty hoes My foes die slower than an aids patient To a tombstone my enemies lay adjacent The police wanna see me in an early grave But I ain't trippin' on 'em muthafuckin' pearly gates Ways to get a nigga 'fore he get me Always keep my 'stola with me Never beg for my life if they muthafuckin' hit me Face, are you with me? (hell yeah) The d.e.a. tryin' to put me in a jail cell (hell yeah) but I refuse to be locked up (hell yeah) give me a quarter key rocked up (hell yeah) money and murder, that's my motto I take my chances in the ghetto, fuck the lotto [ chorus: Scarface ] I live my life for the moment, fuck tomorrow Still kill, beg, borrow Money is power Rocks is powder Glock in trousers Block is ours Sold flour Hood sours Crime towers Scream louder [ verse 2: scarface ] Bein' broke got a muthafucka focused on the wrong things Livin' illegal, honorin' the evil with this cold game Twistin' muthafuckas up, killin' em even quicker Niggas on a suicidal mission to get the scrilla Anybody peeler, I'm still a homicidal killer Mob with gorillas, servin' the fiends smokin' chillers And I'm - so high - that I - can touch the sky Above the fallin' rain Let me explain, in these streets no pain Murder your partner if he crosses you, nigga, do your thing It's a struggle for position in this cold dark world Survival of the realest geto boys and girls So what you waitin' on, get your muthafuckin' ranks And your muthafuckin' banks, serve your muthafuckin' hank And your dank, I don't think the sun don't shine In 1999 - so grind Ain't no sense in dyin' without a dime Listen to the muthafuckin' rhymes [ chorus ] [ verse 3: willie d ] Day dark, walk through the valley of the shadow of death I fear nothin' We all gotta die of somethin' Don't blame me if I capitalize Give me the dope and lock me up if I happen to rise Despise any human that ain't acceptin' to my lifestyle Put me out my misery, I might smile Why plan the future when everyday brings a new opponent I'm livin' for the muthafuckin' moment, DMG, get on it [ verse 4: DMG ] Well i, nigga, I come to ride Down for the south-side Drive by your community I'm doin' him, we bombin' Droppin' on your muthafuckin' squadron Heartless, bring these muthafuckas rigor mortis For the moment, I think you twos are bonin', who want this? Come on and let me know you really, really want it I'm here, now for life, straight up and down, mangler n-n-niggas jus' a s-s- strangler, hang you up Niggas get smoked like herb Inner cities to suburbs Word em up, fuck em up, tired of bein' flat With nothin' but these clothes on my back (no scratch) fuck that with the middle finger I'm tryin' to turn my grass greener And fertilize my pocket size - for the moment [ chorus ] |