[Verse 1: Scarface]
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed breeds jealous, niggas out here wantin' info's
Catch a nigga slippin', put a bullet in his temple
Homie, it's the same rules, money talks, simple
My kinfolk, call it what I'm livin' like the high life
Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my mind right
I, I tell you I got 20/20 hindsight
See it in the distance, hieroglyphics keep the rhymes tight
My mind like, game recognize that
Real recognize real, still .45 strapped
Underneath the white tee, Zimmerman get shot down
Hero, it ain't nothin' but a sandwich, call the cops now
Fuck the police, stop runnin'
White boys terrorize nigga' neighborhoods, gunnin'
Down the innocent, in the beginnin' it's:
"You was doin' 50 in the 35", the endin' is:
"You fit the description of the subject in this incident
We gon' have to take you downtown for some questionin'"
Damn, a blessin' in disguise if you ask me
I was just about to hit the highway with my last ki
Could it be that maybe God has intervened?
Spared my life like he did so many times in between?
A half a block away from the crime scene
A minute earlier and that was me, think
I've been knowin' Ross since he was Teflon
Same nigga now as back then, nothin' stepped on
Dopeman, dopeman yellin'
Cook it 'til it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it
Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it
Death to them niggas gettin' caught go and tellin'
I live just enough for the city so I get by
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so
Greed breeds jealous, niggas out here wantin' info's
Catch a nigga slippin', put a bullet in his temple
Homie, it's the same rules, money talks, simple
My kinfolk, call it what I'm livin' like the high life
Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my mind right
I, I tell you I got 20/20 hindsight
See it in the distance, hieroglyphics keep the rhymes tight
My mind like, game recognize that
Real recognize real, still .45 strapped
Underneath the white tee, Zimmerman get shot down
Hero, it ain't nothin' but a sandwich, call the cops now
Fuck the police, stop runnin'
White boys terrorize nigga' neighborhoods, gunnin'
Down the innocent, in the beginnin' it's:
"You was doin' 50 in the 35", the endin' is:
"You fit the description of the subject in this incident
We gon' have to take you downtown for some questionin'"
Damn, a blessin' in disguise if you ask me
I was just about to hit the highway with my last ki
Could it be that maybe God has intervened?
Spared my life like he did so many times in between?
A half a block away from the crime scene
A minute earlier and that was me, think
I've been knowin' Ross since he was Teflon
Same nigga now as back then, nothin' stepped on
Dopeman, dopeman yellin'
Cook it 'til it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it
Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it
Death to them niggas gettin' caught go and tellin'
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