Текст песни Scarface f Ghetto Twiinz - My Homies
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[Chorus]I started small time, dope game, cocainePushin` rocks on the block, I`m never broke mainSportin` jewelry and the shit they came wit rollin` hardYou try to serve me you`ll get served, wit no regard (2X)[Twin 1]I gotta do what I gotta do in this gameI started small time, dope game, cocaineI went from quarters to ounces to slangin` ki`s bitchI went from rags to riches and I`m stackin` G`s quickNow the popo`s wanna come and get a niggaI`m gonna knock `em on they ass `cuz my shit is biggaI got my block sewed up, got them rocks swole upKeep my shit on cock in case they roll upNiggas wanna stick me for my G`s and ki`sBut believe I`m gone make dem bitches bleed indeedYou can bring it bring it bring it but you can`t stop thisBulletproof in case you bitches try to pop thisCan`t stop what I`m ishin` outI`m thugged outFinal real Cormega shit, a drughouseGet the razorblade and a test tube and a cocaineNiggas swell in this dope gameCheck me out[Chorus][Scarface]I`m on a all night flightSwingin` these others, got these cluckers all on meSteady sweatin` me for credit, tryin` to act like they know meShow me the money, it ain`t funnyWant a twenty or a dimeSee I`m a hustla on the grindCan`t do nothin` for fiveGet out my faceThis ain`t the placeTo run game on me homieThat five dollars that you shakin`Can`t change nothin` here homieI saw some misses `bout the richesDouble cross me, swim wit the fishesI`m inchin` wit one-way ticketsTo them bitches who didn`t get it, get itTwist it, paper chasin`On this bacon I`m makin`All that plottin` and that fakin`Got you dancin` wit SatanSee you hatin` on a playaWay too major for bustasBring the ruckus muthafuckasIf you think you can touch usGet on the prime co`sLoad the black rhinos, in the 5-4Villain, killin` children barricadin` my millionsWhile I`m small time dealin`I`m just smugglin` chickensGet my G`s in positionI`m cookin` ki`s in the kitchenSmall time[Chorus][Twin 2]I got a pocket full of stonesWhere the fiends atGot them big ol` bouldersThat`s where the G`s atCan`t fuck wit rattin` ass hoesA bitch don`t need datAnd for you jackin` ass niggasI`ll have that heat yeahI`m takin` `em downI`m beatin` that assI`m puttin that thang all in dey faceComin` for my G`s, nigga pleaseBitch it`s steady straightMakin` `em, gettin` dividendGot it hot yeah in-betweenIf them popo`s come and get meLet me out, I`m doin` againWe low, kilo, everythang I worked fo`Have my girl workin` that cornerDon`t come up in this short, hoeNever seen, you know what I meanAll about that crispy greenHave it sewed up from H-town back to New OrleansMurder murder if you play me shortTakin` heads clean off this bitch and bustin` hardFiends have my block on fire and have me workin` itAnd my boys on the corner out there twirkin` it