[Drunken Master]
"Uh. Yeah. Yeah, yeah. Drunken Master, what-what."
Yo, I'm 'bout ta f** yo' head like Stevie Wonder with the clippas
("Yeah, yeah.") Drunken Master, mobbin' like a real n***a
Representin' wit' that hardcore rap sh**
You ain't feelin' me? Meet me on the 'Lac, b**h
And we can blaze up a sack of the sticky-green medicine,
Take ya places ya neva been
'cause I've been around the world without a doubt
Doin' sh** the average n***a dream about
Deep in the game like p**y on prom night
Livin' in the last days, tryin' ta get my mind right
Game tight, ridin' wit' the Outlawz
Playin' bustas to the left like a Southpaw
Straight ridin', strictly Eastsidin'
Mobbin' wit' my dogs, livin' like hogs, n***a
Chedda chasin' wit' five on the blaze up
'Bout to get my wait up and stick the whole state up
['Scarface' samples]
"You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be. You need people like
Me. You need people like me so you can point your f**in' fingers and
Say 'That's the bad guy.' Say goodnight to the bad guy!"
[Drunken Master]
n***as gamble wit' they life when they violate the zone
Of a desperado hustler, tryin' to get my grind on
Stayin' focused with my mind on them chedder chips
Livin' well but tryin' to get that better sh**
Like a candy-coated hummer wit' the drop-top
Beatin' up your block, bumpin' underground 'Pac
Ballin, on the road to the riches
Never stallin, voice mail full of record labels callin'
'cause they know a n***a' gifted
But f** fame. The n***as got the game twisted
Gettin' lifted, representin' Shadyville
Drunken Master, soldier in the feel
sh** is real. Write it down and remember
Number one contender, cold as December
Never sober, ridin' 'til it's over
Mixtape soldier, I told 'cha
['Scarface' samples]
"Hey, fu*k YOU, MAN! WHO PUT THIS THING TOGETHER?! ME! THAT'S WHO!
WHO DO I TRUST?! ME!!" ("ME!! ME...")