SCARFACE Who Are They lyrics

You see a nigga with his game tight, money with a name like 'Face
(Face Mob)
Havin' his way, the homie did his thing, right?
You just a peon, the type of bitch I'd pee on

High sidin' a nigga, rollin in a Neon
Now what the fuck was she on?
I'm "Prime Time" bitch like Deion
(Yeah)
I Spinks on a hoe like Leon

And you are just a castaway, so get your ass away
Instead of fuckin' you, I'd masturbate
I shouldn't of had to wait, I think you blew your big chance
You rejected when I asked about the eighth grade dance

Now I'm big time, like my homeboy Randy
Plus I'm pushin' a Porsche with drop top panties
It's just like candy but I ain't hammy

Yo ho, so yo, ass can't hand me
Shit, fuck your cell phone bitch, you can keep that
Broke, you ain't know a motherfucker, where was she at?

I think I remember you, from way back when
But how can I be sure?
That's so long ago and since then we both have grown
But look at you, you're amazin'
What's so, crazy, I know how niggaz do
'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are

Listen, in high school with the females, I was rarely selected
I got rejected by the ones the damn nerds rejected
If I wore a shirt Monday, this is true, I ain't lyin'
By the end of the week you probably saw it two more times

I was discouraged by the microscopic size of my bank
But stayed constantly motivated to rise in the ranks
I used to be a bottom feeder, lowest man on the totem
But I showed a mass like the transit sit on my scrotum

Gettin' fed by my music and it's all clean work
And the used to be prom queen is a Walgreen's clerk
I would dream about bein' with ya, wantin' to kiss on ya

Now I let my damn bladder bust before I piss on ya

Me and 'face second to none, makin' records for fun
You thirty-seven at the strip club gettin' naked for ones
But I ain't trippin', you can hit the room with me, it's fine
And when I bust one on her chin, I'm like "Clean up on aisle nine"
(Yeah)

I think I remember you, from way back when
But how can I be sure?
That's so long ago and since then we both have grown
But look at you, you're amazin'
What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do
'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are

A bitch ain't never been shit to me
I've been screamin' that since, "Chronic" popped back in '93
Back when I was broke in the hood on my ass
I couldn't get away when the bitch drove past

Now a nigga seein' cash so fast, things change
Same bitch askin' for a ride in the Range
Lookin' at a nigga strange, 'cause I ain't tryin' to entertain
Conversation about her becomin' my main

I'm like "bitch, you must of fell and bump your brain
And think you fuckin' with a lame, nope not me mayne
I ain't got shit for ya, matter fact, I don't know ya
That's all I'm a show ya, 'cause that's all a nigga owe ya"

"Used to be fine, big titties and behind
Had a few kids, now your belly bigger than mine
Stomach lookin' like you had a fight with a lion
I ain't fuckin' with you bitch, move around"

I think I remember you, from way back when
But how can I be sure?
That's so long ago and since then we both have grown
But look at you, you're amazin'
What's so, crazy, is I know how niggaz do
'Cause they get money, change and don't remember who they are