[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