"Scarface vs. Sosa, Pt. 1" lyrics
Go home and get your fuckin' shine box
Motherfucking mutt! You, you, fucking piece of shit!
Yeah, yeah. Come on, come on, come on!
Henry, he bought his fucking button! That fake old tough guy. You bought your fucking button, you fake old tough guy. You, you motherfuck! Fuck, keep that motherfucker here, keep him here!
(Griselda)
Can't say we ain't loyal, yeah
You can't say we ain't loyal
It's Benny, uh
Black Sopranos
Straight like that
Respect is deserved, where I'm from we earn stripes
I done cooked and served white, had shootouts on dirt bikes
My mans selling hard hard tryna dodge his third stripe
He got life in the trunk on the Jersey turnpike
What y'all niggas know about highway problems?
This for cocaine trafficking tri-state drivers
Rocking custom made flight jackets, [?] watches
[?] Wale got 'em
And I'm not tryna be the best rapper alive
Just wanna capitalize off rap as a grind
Seeing I'm one of the few who can actually rhyme
And get your head knocked off from a snap or a nine
Got a homie who got a chromie that he pack on the side
Said letting that bitch off he get the maximum high
I was up top with killers, them ties I kept strong
All of the live niggas feel like I'm slept on
The game full of politics, you can drop the hottest shit
The industry's scared of it so they won't acknowledge it
Afraid of my confidence and I never lie to my seeds
I seen my pops make them same broken promises
Tossed in the cell, packs lost in the mail
And my name ringing off from Boston to Wales
And y'all niggas fraudulent as hell
You cross us, we on you
And I doubt it if y'all live to tell
You remind me of something furry, small with a tail
A name you get called when you tell
Think about it, a lot of good niggas took years and losses
But bounced right back with cookware from Target
Proceed with a cartridge that I carry often
I'm a rapper but still, when they stare it's awkward
One time for my niggas that's spitting for real
When every line and sentence be giving you chills
You don't drive, you just listen when you sitting the wheel
Motivate you to grind and go get you a mill
I know niggas packing Rugers, stab and shoot you
From Massachusetts, Baton Rouge to Chattanooga
I teach you math and [?] school you
My [?] thought for itself, we ain't had computers
You ever cooked work so strong the house stunk?
Mask on, kids running around without one
Mine's at home so I don't give a fuck
CPS come the next day and pick 'em up
We playing dirty
Look
I play it dirty, nigga
I play it dirty
You gotta play dirty sometimes, you know what I mean?
Everything don't go by the book
This the streets, this the black market, this the underworld, yeah, uh
You dealing with crime bosses, thieves, snakes, rats, pimps, prositutes
You dealing with everything, man
This shit don't go by the book sometimes
Uh
Play dirty
Motherfucking mutt! You, you, fucking piece of shit!
Yeah, yeah. Come on, come on, come on!
Henry, he bought his fucking button! That fake old tough guy. You bought your fucking button, you fake old tough guy. You, you motherfuck! Fuck, keep that motherfucker here, keep him here!
(Griselda)
Can't say we ain't loyal, yeah
You can't say we ain't loyal
It's Benny, uh
Black Sopranos
Straight like that
Respect is deserved, where I'm from we earn stripes
I done cooked and served white, had shootouts on dirt bikes
My mans selling hard hard tryna dodge his third stripe
He got life in the trunk on the Jersey turnpike
What y'all niggas know about highway problems?
This for cocaine trafficking tri-state drivers
Rocking custom made flight jackets, [?] watches
[?] Wale got 'em
And I'm not tryna be the best rapper alive
Just wanna capitalize off rap as a grind
Seeing I'm one of the few who can actually rhyme
And get your head knocked off from a snap or a nine
Got a homie who got a chromie that he pack on the side
Said letting that bitch off he get the maximum high
I was up top with killers, them ties I kept strong
All of the live niggas feel like I'm slept on
The game full of politics, you can drop the hottest shit
The industry's scared of it so they won't acknowledge it
Afraid of my confidence and I never lie to my seeds
I seen my pops make them same broken promises
Tossed in the cell, packs lost in the mail
And my name ringing off from Boston to Wales
And y'all niggas fraudulent as hell
You cross us, we on you
And I doubt it if y'all live to tell
You remind me of something furry, small with a tail
A name you get called when you tell
Think about it, a lot of good niggas took years and losses
But bounced right back with cookware from Target
Proceed with a cartridge that I carry often
I'm a rapper but still, when they stare it's awkward
One time for my niggas that's spitting for real
When every line and sentence be giving you chills
You don't drive, you just listen when you sitting the wheel
Motivate you to grind and go get you a mill
I know niggas packing Rugers, stab and shoot you
From Massachusetts, Baton Rouge to Chattanooga
I teach you math and [?] school you
My [?] thought for itself, we ain't had computers
You ever cooked work so strong the house stunk?
Mask on, kids running around without one
Mine's at home so I don't give a fuck
CPS come the next day and pick 'em up
We playing dirty
Look
I play it dirty, nigga
I play it dirty
You gotta play dirty sometimes, you know what I mean?
Everything don't go by the book
This the streets, this the black market, this the underworld, yeah, uh
You dealing with crime bosses, thieves, snakes, rats, pimps, prositutes
You dealing with everything, man
This shit don't go by the book sometimes
Uh
Play dirty
