Small Time lyrics

Artist  : Scarface 
Song : Small Time



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featuring 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]