ATF (Gina's Mix)

[Interlude] Al Pacino as Tony Montana: All that's over, starting today Mary Elizabeth Mastrantonio as Gina Montana: Why? Tony: My kid sister don't have to work in no beauty parlor and my Mama... She don't have to sew in no factory. Your son made it, Mama. He's a success. That's why I didn't come around before. I want you to see what a good boy I've been. Here's a thousand dollars, for you Mama Miriam Colon as Mama: Who did you kill for this, Antonio? Gina: Mama! Tony: I didn't kill nobody, Mama Mama: No? Tony: No Mama: What are you doing now? Banks, or is it still bodegas, you and the others? Tony: No! Things are different now... Mama: It's Cubans like you who are giving a bad name to our people... Tony: I'm working with an anti-Castro group Mama: People who come here, work hard and make a good name for themselves... Tony: I'm an organizer now, and I get a lot of political contributions Mama: ...People who send their children to school Gina: Mama, what are you saying? That's your son! Mama: Son? I wish I had one. He's a bum. He was a bum then and he's a bum now [Intro: DMX] Got me on the run Uh, uh [Verse: DMX] "Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF!" Too late to send my girl downstairs to say, "He left" Hit the basement, go through the replacement door Come up in my neighbor's yard, with a taste for war You know I laced the four with the hollows Crack the safe, grab the bottles What you want me to do? Beep Carlos! Two houses over by the tall black fence I keep the hooptie parked for situations like this There go Grease, yo, get in, you drive What the fuck you doing, nigga? Tryna stay alive Cops on every corner, I lean back and try to cruise by Who the fuck coulda snitched? Must have been a new guy Damn, they back on our ass Put your foot back on the gas, step on it fast Trying to pull up on the side, but I'm packing to blast Trying to take them niggas heads off, fuck cracking the glass Hey, look out, damn, came so close You almost hit that bitch! (Like you said nigga, almost) Shit, the cops hit her and I know they ain't gon' leave her Go up here, make this left, pull it over, take a breather Drop it on the floor! Boom! Got it through the door Pedal to the floor, leave officers flyin' Death is in the air and I don't know if it's mine But I know if it's time, it'll be what it is And all I can think of is, "What about my kids?" Shit, they on the corner, hit the sidewalk, quick! One, two, three, four, five more clips Hit the fire hydrant, get low for the shootout Run through the fire, pull a joint from my boot out Caught me in the shoulder, the neck, the ear I'm going out fast, and the last thing I hear is "Boom, boom, boom, open the door, ATF!" [Outro: DMX] Just cause I love my niggas Just cause I love my niggas Just cause I love my niggas Just cause I love my niggas (Ruff Ryders) I shed blood for my niggas (Ryde or die) Let a nigga holla, "Where my niggas?" (Get down or lay down) All I wanna hear is, "Right here, my niggas!" Just cause I love my niggas Just cause I love my niggas Just cause I love my niggas Just cause I love my niggas (Ruff Ryders) I shed blood for my niggas (Ryde or die) Let a nigga holla, "Where my niggas?" (Get down or lay down) All I wanna hear is, "Right here, my niggas!"