For Real-Scarface

歌手 : Scarface

专辑 : The Untouchable

语种 : 英语

时长 : 04:32

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TXT For Real-Scarface 文本歌词

For Real - Scarface

I got this coffee pot of white soap

Stuck my hanger down the center

When I entered I spent it cause it was like d**e

But on the real-a he was jackin me for scratch

Cause out of 36 ounces this motherf**ker brought me 20 back

I'm slanging 20 sacs cause I done lost 16

And these goddamn streets ain't going to bring me back

Now could it be the southside big baller

Bolo rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-damn

I'm going up on my whole thangs

And stepped on don't go runnin my clique cause its a old game

And all I ever wanted was some hundred stacks

I went from slangin o-zs to movin hundred sacks

Gotta make my money back

Cause I done came too far up in these goddamn streets

To get my money snatched

I'm so for real about this motherf**kin skrill

That any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin killed

For real

All I have is this small skrilla

All I have is skrillathis small

All I have is this small skrilla

I know this ni**a run this game of life

So motherf**kin sheist that at night he got to sleep with lights

Cause he done come across with sh*t so shade

That mutha f**kers comin with clips to locate him

Ain't no waitin and once they spot him they gon sure face him

And once the got him they gon sure waste him

This ain't no mutha f**kin joke ni**a it ain't worth it

And even if your mother gets in it you can't surface

It was all purpose

Just like that bullshit you was serving it was all purpose

We all chipped in ni**a and we all hurting

I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine

When a niggas 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes

I'm on the corner selling whole eights

I don't remember being this f**kin paranoid since I sold weight

I went from 50 sacs to 50 packs

And all because this motherf**ker got jipped he wants to jip me back

But when I find him I'm gon finalize him

Just to let a ni**a know I'm for real and down to die for mine

And I'm for real about this mutha f**kin skrill

That any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin killed

For real

All I have is this small skrilla

All I skrillahave is this small

All I have is this small skrilla

Game made to be swift since eighty-six when I started

Seems like niggas with hustle got outsmarted

Cause now they wanna analyze they homies for scratch

Catch them when they sleeping come down and up scrap

And even though I plotted hittin niggas for ends

I never took out straps and shot gats at friends

It was all about being for real where I was from

Where very few niggas came real but I was one

I dedicate this to my homies stuck in battle

Living life being caught up in this mutha f**kin gamble

The game made to be changed but the niggas still started

Coc*ine seems to be blamed for the niggas gettin slaughtered

How many times you had your homie shot

By the same mutha f**ker whose game came from your homies block

Niggas get caught up in the paper chase

And lose respect for the game

That was honored before the cake was made

All I have is this small skrilla