prom And he'd buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm Dan my nigga from down south Used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth And Tony he was Italian
I beatin' you down To survive, survival of the fittest No one can last. I'm beatin' your ass I'm quicker to blast. I'm keepin' The cash including the
(All I have in this world) -- Tony 'Scarface' Montana [ continues through intro ] Hey Shit Yeah nigga, that's That - that - that This - this is some
, it's over in here God damn, somebody bring me some juice in here I used to be a drug dealer Hangin in the cut sellin' dime rocks Gettin' cash to eat
Meth, black gorilla beatin' on his chest I suggest, you pay yo' debt or Protect Ya Neck I suggest, you wear a vest makin' all them threats Here's a chin check that cash
ass I'm like, uh Whoa hossie and that ass ain't playin' I'm a teach it to go varsity in a passin' ram marry me and Divorce me and get my cash advance
kid, money, money, money, mo Platinum status, yeah, what up, what up? Stick around Yo, I plan to live a life a-glamour like my man Tony Montana Stand
ass and bass 'Cause that's how we be layin' tracks Just flip the funky rhyme and start sayin' raps Get funky with Ant Banks, PeeWee, Shorty B Father D, Dope D, Tony
! [Aw, lookin' good now!] On the set it be Benz's, Beamers, A whole lotta guys with loot [Check-check-check-check it out!] 'Cause nothin' better than spendin' cash
it's strange to watch ya dad box ya beat ta death talkin about, "All you had to do was ask me fo some cash pops!" but it's too late wire his shit up
[Pusha T] Malice found religion, Tony found prison I'm just tryna find my way out this f-cking kitchen a birdseye view got me channelling my vision turn
is Boss Drop a top on these jealous niggaz, playa let me floss Y'all don't wanna see me in pain I'll leave that ass like Toni Braxton, "Never breathing
run it? You know who this is Shady, G-Unit, Aftermath Lloyd Bands, Cashis Marshall Mathers, Ferrari F-50 It's a movement, you can't stop it Talk of New York, Tony
't find a umbrella Ow, so fly, elevated Everything Louie Vuittan Taylor made it In about a year You look hella good on me Its our anniversary Tony Toni
rather be the man behind the door, supplying the streets A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks when they wrapped and stuffed four days later straight cash
up, put the joint to my face Push me in quickly when the bitch open up Remember you don't me, blast him if he reach for his gun Yo who goes there? Tony, Tony
a ki; I'd rather be the man behind the door supplying the streets A hundred birds go out, looking like textbooks When they wrapped and stuffed Four days later, staight cash
