The Exit Plan - DJ Michael "5000" Watts, Scarface

Cause I ain’t ever change on you mu’fuckers

And OG’s spittin' game on you mu’fuckers

You should be ashamed like a mu’fucker

The streets packed with all these lame lil mu’fuckers

Everybody wanna be a hard stopper

You won’t find too many ridin' out without a chopper

They end up dead or somewhere in lock up

where somebody will break 'em off somethin' proper

These youngsters think that I’m so cool

They wanna learn the game from an old school

I give 'em strategies to sleep on

So when they put me in the grave they could keep on

Now first on your check list

Be your own man cause your friends ain’t shit

They only come around when they need to

Use that home boy shit to deceive you

Remember you don’t owe nobody

Niggas put the bite the hand that feeds, that’s your body

And they forgettin' how they got there

This is life, it’s a game but it’s not fair

It’s hard enough tryna get by

Day-to-day strugglin' with shit so you get high

And stayin' drunk on the regular

Talkin' dope talk on your cellular

But in this game that’s a no-no

The streets ain’t the only ones watchin', takin' photos

And life ain’t bitches and money

This life’s about gettin' this money

Because that bitch is a problem

Can’t live with and can’t live without her

My advice to you is stay on your grind

Keep that bitch on her back and your bank on your mind, nigga

And we don’t talk to police

That’s the number one rule on the streets

Cause if you can’t do the time, then you don’t do the crime

Nigga keep the streets quiet (shhh)

You don’t up strap unless you have to

Bullshit with these niggas and they clap you

You gon' revenge somebody?

Let’s dig two graves just in case it’s two bodies

And never bring a stick to a gunfight

One shot, one kill, you get one life

And shittin' where you sleep ain’t an option

People knowin' where you sleep, that’s a problem

You got to watch these niggas

They ain’t your homeboys, not these niggas

First chance you call sleep, they could murk you

So don’t put squares in your circle

Cause these streets don’t love nobody

You gotta pay attention to the signs, Johnny

If you a weak nigga, don’t try to play hard

Better keep your punk ass out the yard

And don’t get fronted, just avoid that

But if you have to, pay them boys back

Cause niggas ain’t playin', it’s a drought

The border is closed, the cash runnin' out

And broke motherfuckers make the best crooks

Every nigga in the way gettin' shook

You got to play the game by the book

A-fuck around and your life gettin' took

And last but not least, when you make that money

Keep it low-pro, don’t say shit, dummy

And don’t say shit to your girlfriend

Pillow talk will send your ass to the state pen

Take notes to the game I’m providin'

Stop usin' momma names tryna hide shit

Nigga them feds ain’t stupid

You ain’t the only nigga tryna do this

Ridin' round the hood in a four-door

Flyin' spur ol' rims, tryna show off

You drawin' too much attention

And then be surprised when you catch a life sentence

The game is a thing that you boys should be proud of

But once you in it, it’s hard to get out of

And greed kill a nigga like a gun do

So when you get the chance to make a break for it, run fool