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VERSE 1: Willie D
Picture me broke and disgusted, livin like a fkin bum
Raggedy clothes, not knowin where my next meal comin from
I want the American Dream like Dusty Rolls
Got my eyes on paper, fk these musty hoes
Foes die slower than an AIDS patient
To a tombstone my enemies lead chasin
The police wanna see me in an early grave
But I ain't trippin on em muth*fkin pearly gates
Ways to get a nigg* 'fore he get me
Always keep my 'stola with me
Never beg for my life if they muth*fkin 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 ki rocked up
(Hell yeah) Money and murder, that's my motto
I take my chances in the ghetto, fk the lotto
CHORUS: Scarface
I live my life for the moment, fk 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 muth*fka focused on the wrong things
Livin illegal, armorin the Regal with gold Danes
Twistin muth*fkas up, killin em even quicker
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, nigg*, 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 muth*fkin ranks
And your muth*fkin bank, serve your muth*fkin 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 muth*fkin rhymes
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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 a substance to my lifestyle
Put me out my mysery, I might smile
Why plan the future when everyday there's a new opponent
I'm livin for the muth*fkin moment, DMG, get on it
VERSE 4: DMG
Well I, nigg*, I come to ride
Down for the Southside
Drive by your community
I'm doin him, we bombin
Droppin on your muth*fkin squadron
Heartless, bring these muth*fkas rigor mortis
For the moment, ??? 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
??? strangler, hang you up
get smoked like herb
Inner cities to suburbs
Word em up, fk em up, tired of bein flat
With nothin but these clothes on my back
(No scratch) fk that with the middle finger
I'm tryin to turn my grass greener
And fertilize my pocket size - for the moment
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