Scarface - Gucci Mane, C-Note

Tell the D.A., give a fuck bout what the judge say

I never liked the pussy nigga in the first place

I spent 500 K a week just for the court case

And put a tattoo on my face, so now I’m Scarface

Scarface

I put a hundred on your head if you cross me

Scarface

I want him dead, I don’t care what it cost me

Black hats, red ball, jumping out on me

Unmarked cars keep on wind up and down the street

Plus the stupid-ass jacker, he want something for free

Know damn well, without no money he get nothing from me

I be that ass, baby momma call the folks on me

I got these crab-ass niggas trying to smoke for free

Lil G just told me that he’s short this week

But how the fuck he gonna be short when I sell work so cheap?

Old pussy-ass nigga used to work for me

Then told these motherfucking folks he bought some work for me

I know some cold-blooded killers who got love for me

I keep them real-deal goons in the club with me

Gucci

Niggas waiting on me like the mailman coming

First, third, and fifteenth, everybody running

Old heads tripping cause they asking me to front on them

Come short on my one time, and I fuck with them young’uns

All balls, no brains;

niggas know I’m ignorant

Understand and get zeroed when put in that predicament

The cars ride up and down the avenue in daytime

Nighttime the same thing -- niggas finna pay mine

Duck off with my motherfucking dope, you got some long nuts

I burn niggas' hoods down, I shoot up they dope cuts

Niggas call me Scarface cause I gave them a reason to

All you get is one chance and then I come get even, fool

Moving them grounds, and I ain’t thinking bout Grammys

Got so hot in Atlanta, I had to move to Miami

Go a hundred big H.A.M., got my trap house whamming

Just ran up on the plug, I brought the food to the family

We say hello to drugs, we don’t say no to drugs

Like No Limit C-Murder, making moves with the dubs

Like I’m moving them birds, I got em for sale

Just like Revenge of the Nerds, I got a roomful of squares

The Feds looking at me -- get some glasses, my nigga

They say I make it hot -- I make it happen, my nigga

So what’s cracking, what’s popping?

Got the same gun that killed Bin Laden

I like my boxer briefs soft cotton

I’m used to being spoiled rotten

It’s Gucci