Uno lyrics

by

Scarface


[Produced by Madlib]

[Intro]
Yeah, fo'sho, uhh
f*ck the competition, n*gga, yeah

[Verse 1]
Uhh, f*ck n*ggas, spark the weed up
sh*t been watered down, the rap game they need us
Real n*ggas to intervene, they interject
Got a b*tch naked, got some neck in the Vette and I'm finna jet
Finna get f*cked up in this b*tch, that's on fin
Popping yoppers, f*ck the coppers, sell narcotics, n*gga we bring that on in
b*tch I'm a problem, got your columns full of losses, no wins
Gary gangsta, f*ck with Chicago n*ggas out that Low End
Much love to my n*gga Mikey, threw muzzles off in they mouth
n*gga hitting licks where we reside for unspecified amounts
Stuff the mattress full of merch, .40 calibers in the couch
Guess I'm on the high seat, rob me, you won't make it out
I can make her shout but my attitude might just make her pout
Find me charming 'til she really found out what I was about
My recreation, occupation, invading a n*gga house
Smokin' and ridin', I ain't high when I'm drivin'? I highly doubt it
And I don't believe these rap n*ggas
You can front for your fans but I know it's an act, n*gga
Judge a man by his character and not by his wealth
A real G, I never kissed n*ggas or shot myself
Gangsta Gibbs
[Chorus]
I'm number one (b*tch), number one with a bullet
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull it
Make 'em run, make you motherf*ckers bleed
Only f*ck with real Gs, public enemies
I'm number one, number one with a bullet
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull it
Make 'em run, make you motherf*ckers bleed
Only f*ck with real Gs, public enemies

[Verse 2]
Probably be murdered for some sh*t that I said
I'd be a legend out this motherf*cker breathing or dead
But y'all don't hear me, these uppity b*tches they all fear me
f*ck a diamond on your finger, I guess it's the dog in me
Ain't no hog in me, I'm swine-free, tough as the Iron Sheik
Nine G's for the nine-piece, how you define me?
A student of the thug n*gga, drug dealer college
Majored in robbing and graduated with honors
Seeing clearly through these Dolce Gabbanas and marijuana fog
n*ggas trying to vulture the culture, motherf*ck all of y'all
di*kblowers, rapper reality shows, y'all just attention whores
Don't give a f*ck if I set a record or win awards
I'm just blessed to be out here living life
Giving these n*ggas hell, so reckless with everything I write
sh*t got me wishing DMX had never hit the pipe
Pun ain't never died and Big L was still here to bless the mic
[Chorus]
I'm number one (uh), number one with a bullet
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull it
Better run, make you motherf*ckers bleed
Only f*ck with real Gs, public enemies
I'm number one, number one with a bullet
Bring your guns, fifty shots when I pull it
Better run, make you motherf*ckers bleed
Only f*ck with real Gs, public enemies
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