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start to fuck up Steady callin his shots, but steady leavin a trail So sit back peep my game, I got a story to tell I came from a gang with niggaz who
a better place That'll put a smile on my wife's face God's graced the evil spirit that surronded me And pass me, and anytime it could'a had me But when
tricks on me, Scarface is back Diary of a man made, nigga comin agg' The wall, the dead, lettin niggas know I aint a prankster Damn it feels good to be a
* a/k/a/ "Look Into My Eyes" [Scarface] Look me in my eyes, tell me what you see Do you think I'm cra-zy??? (AAAAAGHHH!! Just bein me) Sometimes
a dying species, and this I know The truth was in my bloodline, planted in my seed The last of this muthafuckin breed The last of this muthafuckin breed
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
right amount of pressure, them thangs look free [S] I'm on my way now, desperate need of a lick indeed [J] Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need
talking - echo after each pause] Ya know... the street's different... stays as it likes... Either, headin into a storm... ya in a storm... or ya just got out of a
ruin your career I got mine all my God-damn self, get in line And I'll destroy a slew of you niggaz, one at a time I'm the last of a kind, you God-damn
? I gotta have it Like the Roy Jones - you see this money get me hungry like a wolf And when a nigga hungry I'm a wolf That's when I start my rage, and
start to fuck up Steady callin' his shots, but steady leavin' a trail So sit back peep my game, I got a story to tell I came from a gang with niggaz
the right amount of pressure, them thangs look free I'm on my way now, desperate need of a lick indeed Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need
pull cards like Vegas, clap my hands then walk away From the table with ya payment How I'm paid? Niggaz are barely a village I spit with a foul mouth like Terrance & Phillip A
(Scarface) Hotel, motel, deep up in a hoe's tail Pussy smellin sweeter than a half a key a dope smell Knock that top back, told her I'd be right back
whole life's been a po' ball You did yours, and it's not your fault Tell my grandmother those words too She knows I'm headed to a better place That'
the birth of a dying species and this I know The truth was in my bloodline, planted in my seed The last of this muthafuckin' breed The last of this muthafuckin