[Intro: Scarface]
Oooohh, yo Vice drop this heat dog, ugh
Hit the bass line, yo Vice what you're doin' man?
Straight up, ugh
[Verse 1: Scarface]
I'm too deep to quit, and too strict to fold
And you need to split nigga G into code
Come on, cause this year's to teach, homey speak to know it
Body bout what we talk about, you weak, you're row
The game is overcrowded so we fight for space
Neighbourhood show the hustle, still we grind to win
Tryin' to find a way, to come up on 2 pounds of yay
And double up it, ain't never happened touch it
A lot of niggas focued on their candy paints
Diamonds in the grills, steering wheels and grains
But I ain't trippin' out here, flippin' I just need to think
Money miny on a mission tryin' to steal me bank
Rlidin' in homicides we get it, fuck it, peepin' in horn
Killin' all these pussy niggas think they're keepin' in God
Pistol cocked on the block and all I'm fearin' is death
But then again nigga, roaddog you feelin' me yet
So if I died I'm tryin' to get it mamma, merely deed
And pray to God that he kept this spot in hell for me
Sad as fuck, but it makes me stuck down the row
Bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the truck
Here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule
And if live like the dope fiend then you can do what they do
I'm on my own in this whole dog world, all alone in the ghetto
Deep in weed, sweat in Jelly Nose
Worrey eyes, you either do it or you die
Crimin' in flood, ridin' in blood, cause this is your life
Oooohh, yo Vice drop this heat dog, ugh
Hit the bass line, yo Vice what you're doin' man?
Straight up, ugh
[Verse 1: Scarface]
I'm too deep to quit, and too strict to fold
And you need to split nigga G into code
Come on, cause this year's to teach, homey speak to know it
Body bout what we talk about, you weak, you're row
The game is overcrowded so we fight for space
Neighbourhood show the hustle, still we grind to win
Tryin' to find a way, to come up on 2 pounds of yay
And double up it, ain't never happened touch it
A lot of niggas focued on their candy paints
Diamonds in the grills, steering wheels and grains
But I ain't trippin' out here, flippin' I just need to think
Money miny on a mission tryin' to steal me bank
Rlidin' in homicides we get it, fuck it, peepin' in horn
Killin' all these pussy niggas think they're keepin' in God
Pistol cocked on the block and all I'm fearin' is death
But then again nigga, roaddog you feelin' me yet
So if I died I'm tryin' to get it mamma, merely deed
And pray to God that he kept this spot in hell for me
Sad as fuck, but it makes me stuck down the row
Bust friends, back in the prison, foundin' rock to the truck
Here I smoke and tryin' to hide it but was played by the rule
And if live like the dope fiend then you can do what they do
I'm on my own in this whole dog world, all alone in the ghetto
Deep in weed, sweat in Jelly Nose
Worrey eyes, you either do it or you die
Crimin' in flood, ridin' in blood, cause this is your life
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