Текст песни Scarface - For Real
Scarface - For Real слова песни
verse 1:I got this coffee pot of white soapstuck my hanger down the center when I entered I spent it cause it was like dopeBut on the real-a he was jackin` me for scratch cause out of 36 ounces this motherfucker brought me 20 backI`m slanging 20 sacs cause I done lost 16 and these goddamn streets aint going to bring me backNow could it be the southside big ballerBolo rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn I`m going up on my whole thangsAnd stepped on don`t go runnin my clique cause it`s a old gameAnd all I ever wanted was some hundred stacksI went from slangin` o-z`s to movin` hundred sacksGotta make my money backCause I done came too far up in these goddamn streetsto get my money snatchedI`m so for real about this motherfuckin skrill that any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin` killedFor realchorus: (scratching and mixing)All I have is this small skrillaverse 2:I know this nigga run this game of life So motherfuckin sheist that at night he got to sleep with lightsCause he done come across with shit so shadethat mutha fuckers comin with clips to locate himAint no waitin and once they spot him they gon` sure face himand once the got him they gon` sure waste himThis aint no mutha fuckin joke nigga it aint worth itand even if your mother gets in it you cant surfaceIt was all purpose just like that bullshit you was serving it was all purposeWe all chipped in nigga and we all hurtingI gots to grind just like in eighty-ninewhen a niggas 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimesI`m on the corner selling whole eightsI don`t remember being this fuckin paranoid since I sold weightI went from 50 sacs to 50 packsAnd all because this motherfucker got jipped he wants to jip me backBut when I find him I`m gon finalize himJust to let a nigga know I`m for real and down to die for mineAnd I`m for real about this mutha fuckin skrillthat any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin killed For realchorusverse 3:Game made to be swift since eighty-six when I startedSeems like niggas with hustle got outsmartedCause now they wanna analyze they homies for scratch Catch them when they sleeping come down and up scrapAnd even though I plotted hittin` niggas for endsI never took out straps and shot gats at friendsIt was all about being for real where I was from Where very few niggas came real but I was oneI dedicate this to my homies stuck in battleLiving life being caught up in this mutha fuckin` gambleThe game made to be changed but the niggas still startedCocaine seems to be blamed for the niggas gettin slaughteredHow many times you had your homie shot By the same mutha fucker whose game came from your homies blockNiggas get caught up in the paper chase and lose respect for the game that was honored before the cake was made chorus