Scarface For Real Lyrics

verse 1:

I got this coffee pot of white soap
stuck my hanger down the center
when I entered I spent it cause it was like dope
But on the real-a he was jackin' me for scratch
cause out of 36 ounces this m_________er brought me 20 back
I'm slanging 20 sacs cause I done lost 16
and these g______ streets aint going to bring me back
Now could it be the southside big baller
Bolo rock slanger stones done got slaughtered-d___
I'm going up on my whole thangs
And stepped on don't go runnin my clique cause it's a old game
And all I ever wanted was some hundred stacks
I went from slangin' o-z's to movin' hundred sacks
Gotta make my money back
Cause I done came too far up in these g______ streets
to get my money s_____ed
I'm so for real about this m_________in skrill
that any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin' killed
For real

chorus:
(scratching and mixing)
All I have is this small skrilla

verse 2:

I know this n____ run this game of life
So m_________in sheist that at night he got to sleep with lights
Cause he done come across with s___ so shade
that m____ f___ers comin with clips to locate him
Aint no waitin and once they spot him they gon' sure face him
and once the got him they gon' sure waste him
This aint no m____ f___in joke n____ it aint worth it
and even if your mother gets in it you cant surface
It was all purpose
just like that bullshit you was serving it was all purpose
We all chipped in n____ and we all hurting
I gots to grind just like in eighty-nine
when a n____s 25 cent pieces look just like baby dimes
I'm on the corner selling whole eights
I don't remember being this f___in paranoid since I sold weight
I went from 50 sacs to 50 packs
And all because this m_________er got jipped he wants to jip me back
But when I find him I'm gon finalize him
Just to let a n____ know I'm for real and down to die for mine
And I'm for real about this m____ f___in skrill
that any obstacle obscuring my paper is gettin killed
For real

chorus

verse 3:

Game made to be swift since eighty-six when I started
Seems like n____s with hustle got outsmarted
Cause now they wanna a___yze they homies for scratch
Catch them when they sleeping come down and up scrap
And even though I plotted hittin' n____s 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 n____s came real but I was one
I dedicate this to my homies stuck in battle
Living life being caught up in this m____ f___in' gamble
The game made to be changed but the n____s still started
Cocaine seems to be blamed for the n____s gettin slaughtered
How many times you had your homie shot
By the same m____ f___er whose game came from your homies block
n____s get caught up in the paper chase
and lose respect for the game
that was honored before the cake was made

chorus