| Hail to the man with the righteous groove
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| So sick that it makes you move
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| Closer to the speaker, never weaker
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| Lines on time and I rhyme Malika
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| Lot of knowledge on the microphone when I speak
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| Rabbit MC’s I love to eat
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| Shockin with the rhyme, gettin sicker with time
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| I’m comin way too real and I’m blowin your mind
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| I’m tearin shit up, I won’t let up, you need to get up
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| And out and on the floor, cause I’m fed up
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| With rhymes and words that’s weak that’s wack, absurd
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| Pollutin the airwaves, too often heard
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| I come through with the rhymes, so true blue with the rhymes
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| I eat you with the rhymes, and on and on and in time I’m
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| Movin with the smooth the groove that some consider dangerous
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| And you’re playin this, I ain’t new to this
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| Yeah… it’s a Scarface Groove
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| Paris is the name and I’m here to get sick
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| I mean I’m stronger than a tiger and I’m down with the click
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| While makin sure my song is deffer with an 808 kick
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| And now you know it, I’m a poet, and I’m harder than a brick
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| I makin over 3 G’s a day, and you say
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| That Mad’s cuttin like a blade over sucker DJ
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| Start shinin all the time that I’mma standin on stage
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| It’s a Scarface mob and we’re sicker than AIDS
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| What I wrote, is no joke, there’s no hope
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| It’s too dope, you’re gettin broke by a cutthroat
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| While bein killed is the price you’re billed
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| There’s no time to rhyme and no time to build
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| Steadily the melody plays, and steadily bass
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| Is in the place, is in your face, with grace
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| Sensation and finishin the suckers with my sentencin
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| You get excited as the rhyme begins, you’re goin
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| Smooth… with the Scarface Groove
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| This the Scarface Groove
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| Yeah, it’s the Scarface Groove, y’all
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| Startin to sweat, I know it’s hard to breathe
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| Rhymes are on time so you better believe
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| The style, sick of the style, cause the style is wild
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| I couldn’t never be mild, and now I’ll begin
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| To advance in a b-boy stance
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| The underground sound makes you clap your hands
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| It’s the B-A-Y, do or die
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| Born to freestyle, born to rise
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| And now I’ll keep on rockin the beat on
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| No one comin up short capiche on the mic
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| You’re scared, runnin from the man you fear
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| P-Dog is sick boy, you better beware
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| The man X-Rated, rated X the man
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| Is comin through with the jams that keep you clappin your hands
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| While I’m movin nonstop and the party is smooth
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| One hundred below ice cold, it’s a Scarface Groove
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| Yeah, it’s a Scarface Groove
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| It’s a Scarface Groove, y’all
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| Y’knahmsayin? |
| It’s a Scarface Groove
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| Debutin I’ll do it for sure by comin through
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| And never stoppin hip-hop, I just drop, MC’s are ruined
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| Now I’m teachin when I’m talkin so that you’ll get taught
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| Makin sense so intense is the record you bought
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| I’m stronger, strokin 'em longer
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| Stickin them, dope MC’s go under
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| Keepin 'em down with the Scarface sound
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| Swimmin 9 millimeter laps, MC’sll drown
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| Keep talkin that bullshit, you might get housed
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| Smacked in your mouth, P’s turnin it out
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| Money stackin and mackin is what I’m talkin about
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| I’m never playin, or bulllllshittin
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| The rhyme’ll go colder than ice, but get hotter than coals
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| Big soul on a roll and only 20 years old
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| Keep it goin non-stop and the party is sore
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| And I’m movin, smooth again, Scarface is on
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| Yeah, Scarface is on
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| Scarface is on
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| Yeah, Scarface is on |