| I started small time, dope game, cocaine
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| Pushin rocks on the block, I’m never broke, mayn
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| Sportin jewelry and the shit that came with rollin hard
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| You try to school me, you’ll get fucked up with no regard
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| Boy, don’t test me, cause I’m tired of teachin lessons
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| So muthafuck you and that bullshit that you’re stressin
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| Cause it ain’t nothin but the money flow in this camp
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| And if you fuck me, you’ll forever wear a stamp
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| So watch your back and prepare for the hitman
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| Life of the black, and the Ak won’t take no shit, and
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| You’ll be bumped off, bucked off, no trace
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| On the for realer, my nigga, just call me Scarface
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| Crazy muthafucka from the street -- MC Ren
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| (All I have in this world)
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| (All I have in this world)
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| (Balls)
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| (Balls)
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| (Balls)
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| (Balls)
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| I’m in the South Park, night falls, over the streets
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| It’s gettin dark, Mike calls, he’s been beat
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| Round up the posse, y’all, and bring the heat
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| And when it’s over, all I want is bloody meat
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| Boy done fuckin with me, John, man, I done told him
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| So let’s just step out on the block and pd-roll him
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| Load up the Uzis, turn the village into a war zone
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| Make the hit, break quick, leave your cars on
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| Nobody crosses me, especially in this dope game
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| So raise up off of me, I show em I don’t joke, mayn
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| Little Bill, grab your piece, pick em out
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| Battle y’all in the street, let’s put some head out
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| Caught my ride, hit the fry, and I step calm
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| Open fire like a lunatic from Vietnam
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| Bullets fled to the head, bodies bled
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| Left for dead, I pumped these bitches full of led
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| Yo, they don’t understand me, the yo, Brad, bwoy
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| Fuck that, say goodbye to the bad guy
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| I shot my gun in the air as I left the place
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| You’ll ask me why, but I don’t care, just call me Scarface
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| (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't) (Don't)
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| (Don't make me act a muthafuckin fool) -- Ice Cube
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| Later on, all alone, sat around the house kickin it
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| My girl came home, I told her shit had been
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| Real fucked up, so girl, don’t push me
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| She pulled her skirt up, and said, «He could need some pussy»
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| I just sat back, my legs started shakin
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| Now here’s another stupid bitch that I be breakin
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| I grabbed the slimmy by her hand, and lead her upstairs
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| Threw her down on the bed, and she said, «Fuck, yeah!»
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| I opened up her legs, prepared her for the stabbin
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| Like Mike Tyson in a brawl, boy, I was jabbin
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| The bitch was sweatin, but I guess she wasn’t bothered
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| Cause all she said was, «Fuck me harder, fuck me harder!»
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| I started bangin, I was bangin, dick was numbin
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| She wasn’t hangin, she was singin, «Brad, I’m comin!»
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| Up and down, side to side, perfect timin
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| I started stickin with the quickness, we were grindin
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| I was just about to nut, she got on top of me
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| I heard a (*shot*) Now what the fuck? | 
| Somebody shot at me
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| I took a look, the girl was cooked, her head exploded
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| Reached for the Uzi at my foot, and I unloaded
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| Straight out the window I could hear the soldiers' footsteps
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| I’m a taker, not a faker, I ain’t been took yet
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| So many hunters, dyin faces to the concrete
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| Although you try to take me out, you die in one beat
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| Of the heart, boy, how dare you suck on me?
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| And I’mma teach you and your boys not to fuck with me
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| Rolled out the backdoor, lookin for his bossman
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| I’ll watch him bleedin, pour his blood in a saucepan
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| He’s in his Cadillac, starin at my frontdoor
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| I stood behind him, pulled my gun, said, «What you front for?»
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| He says, «I'm sorry, Ak, don’t kill me, I was jokin, griff»
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| That’s why your boys are on my balcony and they’re frozen stiff
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| The boy was shocked, then pulled up cops, he looked at me said, «You're a goner
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| Cause you shot and killed the boys who worked my corner»
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| Pulled back the hammer, put my gun up almost point blank
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| Shattered his dome, reached in the pocket, took the boy’s bank
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| Got out the Cadillac, the copper, he said, «Stop it, freeze!»
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| I aim my pistol for his stomach, instead I pop his knees
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| Fell to the floor, he looked at me and he said, «Akshun, please!»
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| I put my gun between his eyes, said, «Don't breathe»
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| He took a breath, and he knew he’d breathe his last breath
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| That’s 20 soldiers and copper, 21 shot to death
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| I had to leave everything I’d ever worked for
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| But best believe, I won’t get sentenced for a drug war
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| But maybe one day in the future I can come back
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| But until then, I’m goin home, where I’m from, black
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| Nobody knows my name, they’ll only know this face
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| And ask my posse, they say, «We call him Scarface»
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| Hey Conjo, mayn, listen to me, mayn
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| Now that we got Texas fiendin, mayn
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| It’s time to make the whole fuckin world start geekin
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| We expand across the whole muthafuckin world, mayn
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| And we get the dope out there, mayn
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| We fuck em up!
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| And you muthafuckas thought I wasn’t gonna make a comeback, mayn
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| I’m gonna tell you somethin, mayn
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| I’m comin back, mayn
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| Geto Boys
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| And if you ain’t down with the Geto program, then fuck you, mayn |