Mr. Scarface: Part III the Final Chapter lyrics

[Intro]
(All I have in this world) {continues through intro}
Hey
sh*t
Yeah n*gga, that's
That-that-that
This-this is some-ehm
What we gon' call this one here?
f*ck it
Let's call it-um
Some-some
Some old school Scarface freestylin
Youknowmsayin?
Yeah
Aaaaah sh*t!
I'm finna freestyle in this b*tch
He-yeah
Huh youknowmsayin?
Check it out

[Verse 1]
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pushin rocks on the block, I'm never broke, mane
But now I'm up against some mo' sh*t
Because the five-o's done jumped in my face with some ho sh*t
Tried to mix a n*gga up in a homicide
Said I shot a muthaf*cka in his mama's ride
I ain't the n*gga in the trench coat
I don't push rocks on the block, I deal the big dope
I ain't the n*gga on the mic that done said he quit
But I be damned if I get popped for some petty sh*t
That's why I move the real chickens
So if I'm goin down, I'm comin home on a meal ticket
'Cause in this game you can't bar sh*t
Do your dirt on the cool, so they can't say they saw sh*t
So when them muthaf*ckas step up with that he-say
You can tell em hoes to hit the freeway
'Cause I ain't touchin sh*t with my own hands
I leave the dirt to be done by the next man
And count my money when they push it off
I wonder if the dope game is still bein good to y'all
'Cause in the past four years, yo
I done clocked more cash sellin dope than them white folks
That's the reason why they upset
And always tryin to mix a n*gga up in some f*ck sh*t
But I'm a killer comin atcha
Mr. Scarface Part III, n*gga, The Final Chapter
[Bridge 1]
He-he-he
Just freestylin in the studio, though
Where is Scarface?
Where is Scarface?
(Here I am
Here I am)
How much do you make, Sir?
(I don't-
n*gga, what the f*ck is you talkin bout how much I make?!)
Ha-ha-ha
(f*ck you!)

[ VERSE 2 ]
I'm in the South Park, peepin out the territory
Finna set up shop just like in every story
So I'm rentin out the backside
And let them n*ggas do they work, and me, I'm kickin back, right?
And layin low in the next section
Got a fully automatic M-11 for my protection
Everything is goin smooth as planned
I gots to try to fool the man
'Cause if I'm caught, I'm doin 10 flat
So I'm gettin it while the gettin's good, n*gga, f*ck that
'Cause if I fall short, n*gga, then I'm ass out
And then we'll see what the judge try to pass out
I see some n*ggas we competin with
It's goin down tonight in the village, and I can see this sh*t
So I'm on the telephone callin up the squad
"Get your sh*t together, n*gga, we finna mob"
Before I hung up the phone, n*ggas was lettin loose
I grabbed my sh*t and tried to find my bullet-proof
But f*ck it, n*ggas, ain't goin for the chit-chat
They startin off with a headshot
So if I gotta die, then I gotta die, n*gga
And when I fall on my ass, don't ask me why, n*gga
It was just my time and the man came to get me
f*ck it, plus a bullet hit me
A straight n*ggaroe subtractor
Mr. Scarface Part III, muthaf*cka, The Final Chapter
[Bridge 2]
The final chapter for real
(All I have in this world..)
Yep
He-he
I gotta - ehm
sh*t, I guess I better talk about a broad then, huh?
Before I close this muthaf*cka off, right?
Check it out

[Verse 3]
Later on, all alone, sat around the house layin low
Waitin for these n*ggas to jump so I can buck a ho
And just like I expected
A b*tch came by in a G wantin to get naked
Now sh*t's gettin hectic
The situation's lookin grim, so yo, I gots to check it
Clean those traps, all the other sh*t
I'm f*ckin one ho, and in comes another b*tch
So now I'm jackbonin two hoes
Who's the n*gga in the Kamurshol? f*ck, n*gga, who knows?
She musta knew the b*tch that I was f*ckin with
And plus I'm strapped and she was suckin di*k
Up and down with a smooth stroke
Takin 9 inches of this di*k like in "Deep Throat"
The other b*tch was involved in masturbation
Oh sh*t, now I'm ejaculatin
I let loose and they was fightin for the white sh*t
I got a rubber tryin to make my pipe fit
I finally made the c*ck crack
The b*tch pulled a .330 and shoved it up my back
Then some n*ggas came out with a chainsaw
And tried to hack my muthaf*ckin brains off
These b*tches set me up, y'all
pus*y: a n*gga's quickest downfall
I couldn't do sh*t except take it like a man
But if I live, it's on again
But I wanted a quick piece
So I put down my piece and end up put down, deceased
She put the rifle to my muthaf*ckin head
Mr. Scarface is-naw, f*ck that sh*t
[Outro]
Ah-ha-ha
Youknowmsayin?
Punch the beat in