[Verse 1: Scarface]
I'm representin fo' my n***as on lock, doin time for that he-say
She-say, layin n***as down on the freeway
Believe me, they need me, cause all these mouse-ass n***as
Comin home too long before they release date
He facin twenty-five years fed time
And he ain't never seen a day in that thang, he bustin head time
Let's keep it real, I got the documents to prove
That youse a snitchin-ass n***a tryin to hide behind your music
You hit the highway, got money the fly way
You phony, youse a ho-ass n***a that's what I say
And you can quote this and n***as wanna touch you
Last album I was 'Made' this album the motherfucker so
All you n***as wanna plot against the mob
Since you wanna make it hot I'm fin' to, adjust your knob
I'm high powered

[Chorus: Papa Rue]
Beep beep goes the sound of my cellular
It's the life of a hustler
You know we livin in danger
And dem I treat just like strangers

[Verse 2: Scarface]
Real n***a he don't talk about it he be about it, cause he a G about it
I got a problem with a n***a I go squeeze him out
And what the fuck am I gon' talk to the police about?
I'm from the streets doin the type of shit you read about
I got chrome 45's under pressure, and in the dresser
And now you're froze on the stretcher
You wanted trouble, I wouldn't settle for lesser
I'm the devil in the flesh, my pistol is my protector
See my reflection as it fades into black
When I reappear on a n***a it's a ragin attack yeah
And I solemnly swear, any problem I have
I just empty the clip and him callin {?} square
That's on my life because I represent the mob
Since you n***as want that heat I'm bouts to, turn up the knob
To high power
[Chorus: Papa Rue]
Beep beep goes the sound of my cellular
It's the life of a hustler
You know we livin in danger
And dem I treat just like strangers

[Verse 3: Scarface]
Bitch n***a you just a dead man walkin, one foot is inside the grave
The other one is in a closed-top coffin
You're still talkin, like you the O.G
When you was locked down though, you was low-key
Them n***as told me that they had you in the seg
And the locals you was workin with the boys in there
And even had the nerve to go and try to talk to the streets
Thinkin that they'd embrace a marked-as-police
And then you tried to sue a n***a, but it got back to a n***a
And when I see him I'mma do the n***a
So skip that funky-ass deposition fool
Since you wanna crank it up, then that's what I'm about to do
To high power