Scarface

Blood gushing, I think I hear a sirens
 Chiefing on that, think I hear my heart beat
 Freddie smoking, got me rolling stogies on a dark street
 Let's jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can't afford
 Another day in Gary, 'nother couple niggas in the morgue
 He got the beating, his weed crumbs on plush seats
 Niggas wanna hate, they get yellow tape'd and white sheets
 And he steady talking, my chopper, he gonna let it rip
 All the bullets tagging my name on this banana clip
 Life's a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me fuck
 Pray I miss before a nigga bust his last nut
 Homie '84 got the same ribs that mine had
 Freddie jumped up in it like freshman year with the dime bags
 I started small time, dope game, cocaine
 Pulling stick ups to the nigga from a no name
 Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thing
 Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name
 Gibbs, nigga
 (Interlude)