[Verse 1: Scarface]
N***as hangin' deep on the cut
Sippin' on a motherfuckin' 40 ounce of Gooden
Ain't shit changed in my hood since '86
In 1987 I was sworn into the clique
All the triflin' bitches in my hood smoked moes
And all the real gangsta ass n***as rode vogues
Drop Monty Carlos, El Dogs and Caddy Coups
Firin' up fry flaggin' hoes out the roof
[?] car down crush bustin' fresh paint
Eight in the back you hear my Alpine crank
All of my n***as they had a truck load of dope
'Cause back in the gang you can get it by the boat
It's 1993 new bounds are being broken
If you ain't bangin' then you gots to be smokin'
'Cause I remember back when the n***a had green
Seen him at the pipes and now the n***a is just a dope fiend
Funny how a n***a, sold a key or two
Is down on his ass and all of a sudden he remembers you
Everything's cool, I'm the n***a's man
Reachin' out his arm tryin' to shake a n***a's hand
But I just walked away, and left his shit to hang
'Cause back in the game I had a motherfuckin' thang
And that's why I walk with my hands on my dick
A n***a say "What's up?"
I look around and I say "This!"
And I could give a fuck if the n***a gets pissed
'Cause if he wants a chunk I'ma get up in his shit
[Interlude]
Like it ain't shit
I thought you knew
It ain't shit

[Verse 2: Scarface]
Creepin' comin' up on Yellowstone-y
Put my shit in park and drunk a St. Ises with my homie
Reminisced on fast times, past times and shit
Smokin' on some bud I came across my n***a Kick
I gave my boy some dap and asked him "What's the haps?"
Chillin' with this girl and a gat across his laps
I knew he had some drama I ain't even have to ask it
Now where were them bitches at, it's time to kick some asses
He told what had happened, and now I'm thinkin' "Fuck"
I'm callin' up South Acres it's time to get 'em up
My motherfuckin' neighbourhood is quick to get with static
Never showin' fear cause these n***as never had it
Everybody's strapped, quick to go to war
Quick to kill your ass, quick to jack your car
So if you see some shit, then I suggest you punch it
'Cause what's about to happen you may not be able to stomach
Killers, killers, killers, steady smokin' fry
So n***a lay it down, or die motherfuckers die
Fuckin' with my family you dick is in the paint
So don't think that it's shit, 'cause niggero it ain't
Shit to break 'em off I'm breakin' 'em off with chunks
Siggedy south iggedy acres ain't no motherfuckin' punks
And drive-by shootins' ain't the motherfuckin' shit
'Cause n***as plot hits after motherfuckin' hits
Killin' you ass for kicks doin' shit for the murder
And since you want me to die you gots to die cause you deserve to
Now here take this motherfuckin' slug (bang)
'Cause fuckin' with the kid is the grounds of being drugged
Mister mister Face the hardest n***a being heard
'Cause all I have in this world is my balls and my word
I'm sick of motherfuckers thinkin' they run shit
Until you face to face with Scarface you ain't done shit
I'm killin' off you mark ass n***as with a slug from a Glock motherfuckers
I'm a born killer, I really thought you knew bitch
I'm slappin' hoes and cappin' fools
It ain't shit