Anything

Lyrics

[Intro: Scarface] For a dollar bill people will do anything They'd rob and steal for a dollar bill Yeah, they will Yeah, just gon' sit back and let the beat ride a lil' bit Let a motherfucker hear what it's supposed to sound like, you dig? [Verse 1: Scarface] Yeah, I'm from around the way, I slung about a ounce a day I'm living proof you ain't got no excuse If it was there, it ain't got shit to lose Them older cats would chunk a nigga fronts Would rock it up and smoke that shit in blunts For tennis shoes, we was gettin' fools We caught you slippin', we would get at you With no respect, fuck a nigga set We shot it up and murk his connects What's yours is mine for a dollar sign I blame the grind, I was outta line I'm reminiscing on what niggas did For big rewards, you took a bigger risk They say what comes around it go around And when you least expect, the shit be goin' down [Chorus: Rich Andruws] Gotta get it how I live, that's how the streets raised me, oh And for that paper most niggas do, anything (Anything), anything A solid dude, so that's how a move, I'm a street-made G Not tryna lose, so I gotta do anything, anything [Verse 2: Scarface] They called it murder in the first degree And it was then that it occurred to me This was some inside shit That was your friend got hit, huh They knew all about the stash spot Knew where the money was and cashed out You got the nerve to act like you don't know When all the while you steady gettin' mo' Just remember, dude, we watchin' you I spared your life the day they shot at you 'Cause if I didn't, they was coming back to finish off yo' ass You a walkin' dead and it's a fact You slimy niggas play the game wrong Get popped, can't do they time, so they sang songs I turned the game on, watch the Knicks play I sent them shottas at yo' ass 'cause you a bitchmade nigga [Chorus: Rich Andruws] Gotta get it how I live That's how the streets raised me (The streets raised me) And for that paper most niggas do, anything (Anything), anything A solid dude, so that's how a move, I'm a street-made G Not tryna lose, so I gotta do anything, anything [Verse 3: Scarface] Real nigga in your presence Money couldn't change me past or the present Homie, I'm the essence, tote a Smith & Wesson Eyes hella tiny, in the hood is where you find me Out here with the grimey, bitches wanna come up Niggas slangin' snow packs, nose runnin' from 'em Let you get your mind right, money on that weed, though Baby on them mollywhops, blinded by the weed smoke We come from them streets, ho, I stay on that ign'ant ish Ain't nothin' 'bout me weak, ho, always game to stomp a bitch And stomp a bitch, and stomp a bitch, got super boxing game So I prefer to punch a bitch, mission accomplished Put me up against whatever, I am bustin' it A nigga's born hustlin' and tusslin' And strugglin' and musclin' Just making you aware who you fuckin' with