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 fetch me in 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 --- Scarface - Madlib and Freddie Gibbs