Street Lights - Scarface

That’s a set back, you know I’m saying man

Lil' Red, way back in the motherfucking cut man

Nigga was like shit nigga, I was like what come on man

Street lights are glowing, everyday’s another struggle

And moving slowly in silence, steady making sho' my hustle

Is air tight, these city streets is hectic gotta get it here

Tomorrow ain’t a promise to me, so I don’t live in fear

I work until I touch it, stack it until I need it

I spend it on what I want, re-up and that’s when I bleed it

The soldier could never see me, as being some’ing that’s lesser

A nigga straight out the gutter, murdered without a question

Product of my surroundings, click it clack it and and down him

All they know is he missing, but niggas ain’t never found him

I’m sorry but still in yet, I don’t live it on regrets

I’m a motherfucking killer, for realer this ain’t a threat

I’m as gangsta as it gets, and my advice to you is live your life

And never when niggas might, hit you under city lights

So get it right (never know)

You never know when niggas might, hit you under city lights get it right

Lord forgive me, cause I know I ain’t living right

Still I gotta make some’ing happen, under them street lights

But pay attention, let me show you what my life like

You can get your days cut short, under them street lights

Them folks got me under the scope, cause I ain’t living right

Still I ain’t the one to provoke, dog you get it right

20 inch shoes when I cruise, under them city lights

Careful with the road I choose, cause you can lose your life

I’m praying and hoping, I never get caught in the moment

Shot from a Glock, that’s smoking from not scoping

When a nigga told me, you don’t work you don’t eat

So I’m slanging thangs for cheap, where the streets lights meet

And my pop, was a rolling stone

15 I was grown, 16 I was holding my own

Is it wrong to sell you a dream, or sell you a zone

A long way from home, on this road I roam

Still I’m po’ing the liquor, for niggas who ain’t with us

Ery’body ain’t a gangsta, every nigga ain’t a killa

Naw but them laws, couldn’t tell ya the difference

So pay attention, or find yourself locked in prison this ain’t living man

Years have passed, and shit in the hood getting drastic

Two days ago, my homegirl got blasted

That’s tragic, happened right on my block

I’m feeling paranoid, laws might run in my spot

So I’m living low key, and them folks don’t know me

Slowly I ride through the city, stack mo' cheese

Then I slide out, to the hideout and smoke on

Haters watching, my chest is froze like a snow-cone

But hold on, trash talking ain’t my game

Rather pimp me a dame, or switch lanes in a Range

Peep this it ain’t a secret, them laws ain’t right

They like to catch a late night, living the life

That’s why I’m on top of my game, always thinking twice

Don’t get it twisted, I still got a mean right

But most of the time, my nigga I’m on chill

It’s real in the field, it’s easy to get killed