Uđen u kafić sa devetkon, stavim pare na stol Dobit ću pedes't iljada ako domaćin zabije gol Prestat ću repat', ne da mi se više Uvik u svom filmu ka Antwone Fisher Ovo sranje je tvrdo, tvrđe od dijamanta Non-stop dilan žuto, zovu me "Fanta" Ako prednjačiš za respekt dobit ćeš po glavi Mirišen na novac, smrdin po travi Prestali smo brojat pare ,baci automate Sad ih važemo, sto kila eura, pedes't za me, pedes't za te Reci lavu da su kuje počele lajat plavcima Tre'amo im zavezat jezike i držat ih na lancima U konobi držim inox crnog, bilog i opola Pišen mafijaške scenarije ka Francis Ford Coppola Svrbe me dlanovi, past će neka para Pauci u stanu, past će sutra Jauci u mraku, gansi u kvartu Skanski u ministarstvu Nosin parku u parku Vozin terenca, u gepeku dva'es't kila kokaina Svaki obrok bar sto grama proteina Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches Army coats on, playing the benches Getting paper, sly, that’s the motto, intelligent goons Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches Army coats on, playing the benches Getting paper, sly, that’s the motto, intelligent goons Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow Yo, we in the back roasting marshmallows Bottles of Krug The dialogue is the big chain niggas is rude Law library scholars, potatoes over the thirty-eights With bald-heads, all live wires Eleven homes, six trust funds, came home from doing a dime We just left Un’s, straight up And we standing over the stoves, in denim Gibaurds Brought a Dairy Queen to Queens right next to Lowes IMAX Theatres Astoria Waldorf Philip Drummond suite, pretty young thing suckin' my balls off Bubble baths, hash, zooted up, eyes closed Silk drawers, fronting in my key-lime pie Wallo's And I still got a half a ki indeed, Frank Lucas shit Hid it in coffins, flying over seas And if you ever try to ruin my knight I’ma make sure my best pawn put like three in your kite Shot caller, laying in big lofts Rock of Gibraltar, my pinky joint, killing like Orca Daytime hawker, a nasty street author Me, Rae and Rick, uzi’d out in the porches Case we gotta Warner bro, like Malcolm-Jamal I’ma Falcon, Seven Mike Vick with the ball Cause I can hut-one, hut-two, disrespect I hunt you down Ain’t a muthafuckin' crew we can’t run through Yo, Scarface gangstas, criminal niggas up in the trenches Army coats on, playing the benches Getting paper, sly, that’s the motto, intelligent goons Inside a hundred thousand dollar whip, follow Army shit, nigga Camouflage, gorilla shit, nigga You know what it is, man Yo, Lex, talk, yeah Where ya man at Let’s go Stay together, my nigga