Scarface - Madlib, Freddie Gibbs

Uhh

Yo kill the muh’fucker to the right man

Do the shit (One Blood) nigga

Don’t muh’fuckin freeze

Uhh…

Chiefin on that think-I-hear-my-heartbeat

Smokin every, rollin stogies on a dark street

Let’s jack this nigga cause he got some shit we can’t afford

'Nother day in Gary, 'nother couple niggaz in the morgue

He got the beatin, his weed crumbs on plush seats

Niggaz wanna hate, they get yellow taped and white sheets

And he steady talkin, my chopper he gonna let it rip

All the bullets that got my name are all still in clip

Life’s a bitch, I was a virgin, hope she let me fuck

Pray I missed before a nigga bust his last nut

Homey eighty-fo' 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

Pullin stick ups to the nigga from a no name

Diamond bezel, went from pebbles to a whole thang

Now them punk detectives in my section know my whole name

Gibbs, nigga, uhh, fo’sho

What’chu know about that motherfuckin point blank murder nigga?

Motherfuckin armed robbery nigga

What’chu know about that motherfuckin strong arm shit?

8100, knahmsayin bitch?

Been there and done it y’knahmsayin?

Motherfuckin ski mask

What’chu know about that motherfuckin duct tape to a nigga face nigga?

Knahmsayin that real shit, motherfuckin nose on the muh’fuckin ground nigga

Whole families nigga, ease everything like that

Grandma, uncle, cousin, everybody on the God damn flo' bitch

Uhh, yeah…