four and we up against the same shit [Chorus: Scarface] I never understand why I could never seen a man cry, til I seen that man die [Verse 2: Scarface
(Instrumental)
Snuck up behind him, had his hands in his pocket Too my pistol out, unlocked it Pulled the hammer back and - cocked it And left his shit all on the carpet
open they mouth wider I used to think that you was my one and only homie My mind was playin' tricks on me My mind was playin' tricks on me Yeah Dear diary
I finally figured it out that haters' mouths is used for suckin' Suckin' You niggas paper weights Y'all don't wanna fuck with the great Fakin' moves
realize somethin, nigga: (you fuckin with the very best) I've got this killer up inside of me I can't talk to my mother, so I talk to my diary I'm goin
Chorus: x4 {Rat tat tat tat to your ass is the mutha fucking flow {Here comes the White Sheet Verse 1: Rat tat tat tat to your ass is the mutha fucking