Small Time

[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]