Small Time

(앨범: My Homies - 1998)

[Chorus]

I started small time, dope game, cocaine
Pushing rocks on the block, I'm never broke main
Sporting jewelry and the shit they came wit rolling hard
You try to serve me you'll get served, wit no regard [2x]

[Twin 1]

I gotta do what I gotta do in this game
I started small time, dope game, cocaine
I went from quarters to ounces to slanging ki's bitch
I went from rags to riches and I'm stacking 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 ishing 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

[Chorus]

[Scarface]

I'm on a all night flight
Swinging these others, got these cluckers all on me
Steady sweating me for credit, trying 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 nothing for five
Get out my face
This ain't the place
To run game on me homie
That five dollars that you shaking
Can't change nothing here homie
I saw some misses 'bout the riches
Double cross me, swim wit the fishes
I'm inching wit one-way tickets
To them bitches who didn't get it, get it
Twist it, paper chasing
On this bacon I'm making
All that plotting and that faking
Got you dancing wit Satan
See you hating 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, killing children barricading my millions
While I'm small time dealing
I'm just smuggling chickens
Get my G's in position
I'm cooking ki's in the kitchen
Small time

[Chorus]

[Twin 2]

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 ratting ass hoes
A bitch don't need dat
And for you jacking ass niggas
I'll have that heat yeah
I'm taking 'em down
I'm beating that ass
I'm puttin that thang all in dey face
Coming for my G's, nigga please
Bitch it's steady straight
Making 'em, getting dividend
Got it hot yeah in-between
If them popo's come and get me
Let me out, I'm doing again
We low, kilo, everythang I worked fo'
Have my girl working 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
Taking heads clean off this bitch and busting hard
Fiends have my block on fire and have me working it
And my boys on the corner out there twirking it
They twirking it

[Chorus & Fade out]