(feat. Ghetto Twiinz)    [Chorus]    I started small time, dope game, cocaine  Pushin' rocks on the block, I'm never broke main  Sportin' jewelry and the shit they came wit rollin' hard  You try to serve me you'll get served, wit no regard [2x]    [Twin 1]    I gotta do what I gotta do in this game  I started small time, dope game, cocaine  I went from quarters to ounces to slangin' ki's bitch  I went from rags to riches and I'm stackin' G's quick  Now the popo's wanna come and get a nigga  I'm gonna knock 'em on they ass 'cuz my shit is bigga  I got my block sewed up, got them rocks swole up  Keep my shit on cock in case they roll up  Niggas wanna stick me for my G's and ki's  But believe I'm gone make dem bitches bleed indeed  You can bring it bring it bring it but you can't stop this  Bulletproof in case you bitches try to pop this  Can't stop what I'm ishin' out  I'm thugged out  Final real Cormega shit, a drughouse  Get the razorblade and a test tube and a cocaine  Niggas swell in this dope game  Check me out    [Chorus]    [Scarface]    I'm on a all night flight  Swingin' these others, got these cluckers all on me  Steady sweatin' me for credit, tryin' to act like they know me  Show me the money, it ain't funny  Want a twenty or a dime  See I'm a hustla on the grind  Can't do nothin' for five  Get out my face  This ain't the place  To run game on me homie  That five dollars that you shakin'  Can't change nothin' here homie  I saw some misses 'bout the riches  Double cross me, swim wit the fishes  I'm inchin' wit one-way tickets  To them bitches who didn't get it, get it  Twist it, paper chasin'  On this bacon I'm makin'  All that plottin' and that fakin'  Got you dancin' wit Satan  See you hatin' on a playa  Way too major for bustas  Bring the ruckus muthafuckas  If you think you can touch us  Get on the prime co's  Load the black rhinos, in the 5-4  Villain, killin' children barricadin' my millions  While I'm small time dealin'  I'm just smugglin' chickens  Get my G's in position  I'm cookin' ki's in the kitchen  Small time    [Chorus]    [Twin 2]    I got a pocket full of stones  Where the fiends at  Got them big ol' boulders  That's where the G's at  Can't fuck wit rattin' ass hoes  A bitch don't need dat  And for you jackin' ass niggas  I'll have that heat yeah  I'm takin' 'em down  I'm beatin' that ass  I'm puttin that thang all in dey face  Comin' for my G's, nigga please  Bitch it's steady straight  Makin' 'em, gettin' dividend  Got it hot yeah in-between  If them popo's come and get me  Let me out, I'm doin' again  We low, kilo, everythang I worked fo'  Have my girl workin' that corner  Don't come up in this short, hoe  Never seen, you know what I mean  All about that crispy green  Have it sewed up from H-town back to New Orleans  Murder murder if you play me short  Takin' heads clean off this bitch and bustin' hard  Fiends have my block on fire and have me workin' it  And my boys on the corner out there twirkin' it  They twirkin' it    [Chorus & Fade out]