Scarface - What's Really Good lyrics

[Intro - Scarface] Toomp, Facemob in the house with you (What's really good) My homeboy Benzino, that n***a smoke a pound every thirty minutes (What's really good) Harlem, up top (What's really good) What up Hardy? Yeah [Scarface] I done seen the game change and switch up a few times Kinfolk got a ten-year plus for two dimes Small baggage but we still carried weight cause rocked dope Got a n***a doubled up, the white boy's a nice boat Been a minute since I've been in it but peeped from side lines Most of ya'll get it f**ed up forgetting the guidelines When I came we had a code that we followed where none spoke All the animosity swallowed with that we slung dope Young n***as in it to win it f**ing with hard now Went from MD to Hennessey, f** it we stars now Might as well live a little, we stack it and die young That's the mentality of n***as who hang where I've hung And I don't know what made it change but nowadays on my street Most of these n***as get indicted then turn to police Where and why's take the cause, exposing your main plot Then they find your uncle frozen with holes and his brains out [Hook] Scarface: We don't tolerate a snitcher and this is the first frame With rules for real n***as who hunger for true game Benzino: (What's really good) Still gangsta, we locked in the street game (What's really good) Real n***as bust shots when the beef came Young Hardy: (What's really good) And even though most of my n***as on parole We know we still get it, co*k back and we let it blow Benzino: (What's really good) The streets is quiet, we just here to let 'em know (What's really good) [Benzino] Yo, they say I hang around fellas with records and mean looks Two-time convicted felons do records with mean hooks Specialise heavy weapons, we labelled as entertainers I'm nice with the pen, even better with the bangers My lifestyle considered to some is dangerous Make sure if you twisting a Dutch you blazing it We stay heavy in the hood cause the streets is talking Getting 'fetti like we should, if there's beef, we spark it! It ain't no need to quit scrapper, I'm on top of my game Sixty thousand South Africans screaming my name We international, Caribbean pirates, we warlords Get the buried treasure hidden up under the floorboards It ain't no rest for Benzino, see I'ma stay on my grizzly If I retired right now I know the game would miss me But I'ma make you with my boys putting out these hits And steady trynna make noise, you make security rich C'mon! [Hook] [Young Hardy] I used to stare at the wall, huh Thinking to myself if I'm gon' make it at all I hustled just to get by, why Throwing change in my pocket and a little left to get fly I'm seeing time pa**ing And with this short cake I'm stashing, ain't enough to cash in There's a bigger picture When all I do is give twenty-five to a pitcher I'm trynna have my own land I don't wanna be in mom's house living a grown man Kids in the living room shacked up Bedroom's packed up, my rent bent, I'm backed up I only want the best for me, sorta made a mess for me I'm hoping this thing was left for me But if it is, please bless shortie I can't see myself forty to grind the same story [Hook]