Small Time Lyrics - My Homies - Scarface

Featuring ghetto twiinz 

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 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 

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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 

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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