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    Scarface

    O.g. To Me

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    5:12
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    [Verse 1 - Scarface]

    Stupid ho's that I use to fuck around wit

    Way back, see a nigga now and they say that I changed

    Put another notch in the game

    You watchin the range, i'm floatin

    And ain't no stoppin the rain

    Cock and I aim, I see you bitches jockin the name

    Boppin to fame, a crooked nigga droppin in pain

    Rockin a cain, back up bitch, you blockin my lane

    Tryna foul on a nigga cause you hot in the flame

    Fuck you, and them ho ass nigga's you run wit

    Fuck your whole street, you ain't no motherfuckin O.G.

    Cause O.G. means, means you a original gangsta

    Understand pure motherfuckin man

    Ain't no police or judges

    Just nigga's holdin grudges

    You mark ass bitches is low budget

    Straight traitor's, so fuck you and the glass that you puff on

    Don't smile in my face, when you see me get the fuck on

    Dope fiend ass nigga, tryna to get a free check

    Talkin that shit, but you's a motherfuckin bitch

    So when you see a nigga on the flip duke

    I'll flip you, you must be smokin dip fool

    Nothin but a bitch fool

    [Chorus: 1x]

    "Means, Means you a original gangsta

    Understand pure motherfuckin man"

    [Verse 2 - Jayo Felony]

    Call baretta's on my dog, nigga's get sweated for they shit

    If all a law enforcement, nigga's get deaded for that shit

    Thought you was a street nigga, pulled a heat nigga at that

    Come to find out was a cunt that got slapped, and didn't scrap

    Cuz, you know what motherfuckers like you do wit nigga's on the set

    Finish fuckin face and leave ya clean cut shirt wet, and jet

    Cuz, I'll smack the shit outta ya bitch ass you wanna run to the one's

    Tell em about the cash and the stash, and were I got my guns

    And you know i'm the bird man, cause I sold so much coco

    Beware of the crack pipe, that's by far in ya life

    I got heroin by the balloons, kabooms, and mushrooms

    And my 38.specialist puttin banker's in they tomb's

    I'm one, shot, killed, and these bullets all go

    And you takin finger print's, and mugshots photo's

    I use to beat bitch nigga's till they face turned blue

    But they get weak in dice water, and pedal you in the sue

    And it's true

    [Chorus: 5x]

    [Kurupt Talking]

    YEAH!gangsta shit, Kurupt Young Gotti, Daz Dillinger, Jayo, Face

    Fuck all these bitches and these punk ass nigga's

    Out this motherfucker nigga, they ain't talkin bout shit

    [Verse 3 - Kurupt]

    The chronical, psycho, brain bender busta

    Fucker, sucka ass punk motherfuckers

    Tommy the talent tucker, calico conseler

    Daz the real dealer, motherfuckin busta killer

    Facin all you nigga's, Scarface nigga

    Chase, erase, replace and waste nigga's

    Shake, crack, and brake, no mistake nigga

    Fuck em, stick em, stuck em, Chucks laced nigga

    Fat laced nigga, blue fat laces nigga

    Me and the homie's all on paper chase nigga

    Kurupt Young Gotti, 6-4-4-5 me

    ??pistol cocker, cocked and blast

    Start shootin like John Stockton

    Popped em, and dashed, fast and freaked

    So fast instant?? is splashed

    Fo' life, somethin I ain't gotta say twice

    Step cuz, cause bustaz get rolled like dice

    Uh-uh ass though, ice nigga, flow better then

    We comin to California shinin

    [Chorus: 3x]

    [Verse 4 - Daz]

    On my side of the world it's lo-lo's and jheri curls

    Smokin water by the pearl, runnin the street wit double earl's

    I did it all 'fore I can see, walk, and crawl

    Made it out the ghetto, bustin a male, so I can wet y'all

    Took a while 'fore I ball

    Wanted for eight or nine murder's and spoke came

    For cocaine, raw game, another die for what he claim

    And where I'm from they know my name, I cause lot's of static

    Automatic's and canic's, and nigga's start to panic

    Ain't no ruler's or leader's runnin the set

    Outta respect we G's, YG'S, and O.G.'s connect

    Fifteen, sixteen in a chevy we roll

    Get you full of hole's, god dog, you scream echo's in fo-fo's

    Who dare to mack wit the tarantula and scorpion

    Brought you in the depth's of danger when I tortured it

    I love it when the bustaz squealin

    And they chrome start spillin

    Then ya start the grinnin, and said that nigga Daz did it

    [Chorus until fades]

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