[Verse 1: Scarface]

You win some, you lose some, life in a nutshell

Free all my niggas on locked down, fuck jail

I've seen enough hell to never wanna live there

Tattooed teardrops, sitting in a wheelchair

Kids on the streets doing bad, momma moved out

Dopeman pushing on the corner where the schoolhouse sits

This is bullshit, this can't be life

I can't blame it on the hood 'cuz it gave me life

This a stick-up, don't turn it to a 187

I don't go to church so I'm far from a Reverend

Ain't nothing like a young nigga, armed with an AK

Walking up the sidewalk, shooting in the broad day

Fuck what a broad say, I'm all day villain

I'm getting money so I'm always chilling

And even though they say I'm killing all they children

I'm just a nigga hustling for my million dollars

[Chorus: Papa Rue]

You know I stay rooted

I stay rooted

I and I stay rooted

Crooked officer, crooked officer

I stay rooted (beh!)

I and I stay rooted

[Verse 2: Scarface]

Now if I had to play Jack, I'll be leaving you bad news

Everybody in here be bound and gagged too

I'm postin' at your crib nigga hurry yo ass home'

You was out here hi-capping and all yo stash gone

The money met the work and that's a real life no-no

It don't take a bunch of niggas, just me solo

I go for dolo, I can't tell on myself

Immature ass niggas get you sentenced to death

Loud talking in the tank like he a stone cold killer

And you fighting a murder charge, my nigga?

The moral of the story is keeping your mouth shut

'Cause everybody is listening, speaking you fucked up

I tell you like them old cats say: get what you get and get your ass out the way

'Cause greed'll get you 35 type, you're 27, that's the rest of your fucking life

[Chorus: Papa Reu (Scarface)]

[You know I stay rooted

I stay rooted]

I and I stay rooted

Crooked officer, crooked officer

I stay rooted (beh!)

I and I stay rooted

(It's in my DNA, my blood type G, my roots is deep up in these motherfucking streets)

[Verse 3: Scarface]

Real recognize what's real, the bullshit see through

The way I spit it, ain't another one that's equal

This for my people in the game ten toes, rooted in the streets, and withholding info

We got secrets we gon' take to the grave

We don't honor nothing else, except the rules of getting paid

And no wonder why a motherfucker hustling dope

Everything we doing legal eagle leaving us broke

What I hope is that a nigga don't forget where he from

And turn his back on his hood cause he's seeing some crumbs

And no money in the world that's enough to respect, when somebody take a gun and put it up to your chest

Saying 'fuck it' at the same time he squeezing a round

You can blame it on your homeboy for keeping you down

If it was me, I'd be leery of the people I meet, cuz in this motherfucking game niggas playing for keeps

[Chorus: Papa Reu]

You know I stay rooted

I stay rooted

I and I stay rooted

Crooked officer, crooked officer

I stay rooted (beh!)

I and I stay rooted