[Verse 1: Scarface]
I live just enough for the city so I get by,
Money never changed how I felt, would I risk my
Life for a dollar, homie? Nah, I don't think so,
Greed breeds jealous niggas out here wantin' info's.
Catch a nigga slippin', put a bullet in his temple,
Homie, it's the same rules, money talks, simple; my kinfolk
Сall it what I'm livin' like the high life,
Only if he knew what I had to do to keep my mind right.
I tell you, I got 20/20 hindsight,
See it in the distance, Hieroglyphics keep the rhymes tight.
My mind like, ‘Game recognize that
Real recognize real', still .45 strapped.
Underneath the white T Zimmerman get shot down,
Hero, it ain't nothing but a sandwich, call the cops now.
Fuck the police, stop runnin',
White boys terrorize nigga neighborhoods gunnin'.
Down the innocent, in the beginning it's,
‘You was doing 50 in the 35'
The ending is, ‘You fit the description of the subject in this incident,
We gon' have to take you downtown for some questioning'.
Damn! A blessing in disguise, if you ask me,
I was just about to hit the highway with my last key.
Could it be that maybe God is intervened
With my life like he did so many times in between?
A half a block away from the crime scene,
A minute earlier and that was me, think.
I've been knowin' Ross since he was Teflon,
Same nigga now it was back then, nothing stepped on.
‘Dope man!' dopeman yellin',
Cook it till it's rock hard, bag it up, sell it,
Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it,
Death to them niggas gettin' caught go and tellin'.
[Chorus: Z-Ro]
Every time I turn around, y'all got something to say about me,
But y'all don't know a damn thang about me,
Just what you see, that's what you judge me on.
Every time I turn around the guilty be pointing fangers at me,
Homie, I'm just tryna to be all I can be,
But not for free, that's what the fuck be wrong,
I need that.
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Can't even believe this day here, my nigga.
I remember us sittin' in the parking lot talkin' ‘bout gettin' money.
Cracks in the wall, standin' in the puddle,
Sunny south Florida, a cold motherfucker.
Ready for a war, barely wanna talk,
Ballys on my nigga as they walkin' back and forth
Makes you wanna hustle, take care of my brothers,
Raymond passed away, here's something for his mother.
It never is enough, tryna show her that I love him,
We were fishin' buddies, breed the dogs, split the puppies.
Pictures on the wall, bitches we done raw,
Niggas gettin' robbed, the only shit that we can solve,
We all wanna get it, ball for a minute,
Accept collect calls, tell our dawgs that we did it.
Plenty money orders, that what uncle Kenny taught us,
Keep your face clean when you're out here bendin' corners,
Always keep in mind, you fall in love a thousand times,
Regardless what we went through, I'm still right here by your side.
Artificial homies worse than the agents,
When you parkin' all your cars, they wanna know the payments.
Rose petals drippin' on the casket,
Baby boy done grew into a bastard.
On that lean, you know I fuck her fantastic,
Work white as Rita Ora in that plastic,
Took shots, shed tears, that's war,
Bust bottles on yachts stand tall.
Catch a case, don't talk, that's raw,
Scarface, Rick Ross – big boys,
Big boys, Scarface, Rozay, we big boys.
[Chorus]