The conspiracy theory I knew this nigga who's sittin', on the dock on the bay Had plans of gettin' rich so he was plottin' with Jay This motherfucker
C'mon, yeah, Face Mob, uh, huh, uh, huh, uh His name is Jigga, yeah, what's happenin' baby? Wsup, wsup witcha? Tryin' to get this loot Yeah, know what
I got a headache this big Word up, word up, word up It's kinda hot in here Word up, word up, word up Funk Doc, word up, Scarface, yo, yo It can't be
(Scarface) Hotel, motel, deep up in a hoe's tail Pussy smellin sweeter than a half a key a dope smell Knock that top back, told her I'd be right back
It was a cold morning, gloomy, sun barely shining Figured it was gon' rain today, so I'm in Sit around the house until the thunder storms slacks off Look
I don't remember much about bein born But I do remember this, I was conceived on February 10th Complications detected in my early months of ballin' Around
[Verse 1] I got a problem how you do that there It's been thirteen years and ain't went nowhere Still, one of the coldest ever done this shit And aint
[Scarface] Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see Do you think I'm cra-zy??? (AAAAAGHHH!! Just bein me) Sometimes I wanna die, maybe I'll be free
Stupid ho's that I use to fuck around wit' Way back, see a nigga now and they say that I changed Put another notch in the game You watchin' the range,
[Scarface] It's like this, y'all niggaz been invadin my turf Ignore examples I've set while ya play the dirt It's only one thing to do now, and that's
Yo Pop Let's jump in the fight game boy My nigga Bun B you know he down with us Short Dog and Doc down with us Eric B and Pimp C you know they down with
[Scarface] Watch ya step... watch ya step... Watch ya step... watch ya step... Watch ya step... watch ya step... Watch ya step... you better watch ya
Oww, Luda! I done killed so many niggaz in the booth I sell rappers on eBay Cause every one of my verses been instant like replays Speakers get blown
Last of a dying breed Last of a dying breed Welcome to da life of a young thug nigga Only hang out wit dem criminals and dem drug dealers I'm from even
(Joel Jaffe) Hey look at that train heading down the track And look at that smoke coming out the stack Fifty-five miles an hour, now ain't that speed
My name's Tommy Franks, an' my Daddy's name was Ray. Ray was a farm boy, a cowboy an' a banker. A clerk, a roughneck, a driller, A long-haul driver, a
My name's Tommy Franks and my daddy's name was Ray Ray was a farm boy a cowboy and a banker A clerk, a roughneck, a driller A long haul driver, a soldier