fuck about the chatter in the background,
niggas get reeked when they step this is
And ask the motherfuckers how
but the game ain't roulette
Cain is the thing, and I bet
That there's a lot of wannabe
name in 99 different places
Scarface on your ass from the streets
I left my cut in fear of a prison term
Look on a person on a murder route,
fuck that I refuse to be a visitor at
So I'm broken left behind
Either that or be sentenced for a drug war
And many wanna know why I slowed up
It's either that or get fucked
Cause laws get happy on the trigger
Say fucking put a cap in a nigga
But this ass ain't made for no caps,
So I get in the wind, but hey
A nigga still sold a quarter every day
I sat around for six months black,
waiting for the day to make a comeback
And now I'm ready for combat,
I have it, this one, I have it,
this one I have it, I have it, I have it, this
Yeah, nobody knows my name,
don't let me know this face
On the pavilion, my nigga just call me
I have it, this one, I have it,
this one I have it, I have it, I have it,
Yeah, nobody knows my name,
don't let me know this face