Get Out

[Intro: Scarface] C'mon Yeah Face Mob Uh huh, uh huh uh His name is Jigga Yeah What's happenin baby Wassup, wassup witcha? Tryin to get this loot Yeah Knowwhatimsayin? No doubt [Verse 1: Scarface & Jay-Z] So what's it gon' be? Women? Whiskey? Weed? Dope, coke, or all the guns you need, nigga You could get them thangs for a lesser fee Yeah, and with the right amount of pressure Them thangs look free I'm on my way now, desperate need of a lick indeed Believe I got a vick if it's a brick you need My nigga, for sheez! Right back at you Holla after you land we get it before you leave Is you for sure? Them niggas out there still got cheese 'Cause my niggas in the drop bounced back to slanging OZs Man, them niggas raping the town without breaking 'em down Them bastards making a killing, slanging half our buildings For real, man, I'm on my last nine thousand Ain't got no money, I'm fighting cases with this ho money [Chorus: Jay-Z] And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house [Verse 2: Scarface & Jay-Z] I caught a northwest flight to NY, on the buddy pass Sitting at the exit row, by the door I got a hoopty from this doofy nigga around the way I had the four-four under the rug, weekend ago Three hours, I landed in the city of dreams With tall buildings, flooded with cabs and limousines Where the fuck is Jay-Z? Goddamn, traffic is getting on my nerve I seen 'Face by the curb [Dialogue Break: Scarface & Jay-Z] Goddamn, dog! I been sittin here thirty minutes! Man, you know these motherfucking cab drivers. Like they own this motherfucker Open the trunk. Damn! Open this motherfucker Ill! And then I'm thinking... [Verse 3: Scarface & Jay-Z] Jigga, let's get this motherfucking cash, nigga Well, if it's a money thing Let's get this motherfucking money, man And then I said to Jigga Let's get this motherfucking cash, nigga I got a dope house scoped out An escape route? No doubt Let's hit the highway; load up, lock Let's do this shit! Hold up, cops You tripping! It's eight million stories in this naked motherfucker Yeah, and ten million undercovers We gon' get this raw, we gon' kick in the door They got guns in the couch, they got shit in the floor Niggas is gon' shit they drawers! They got a bitch at the door Bullshit, heard that stupid shit before [Chorus: Jay-Z] And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house And when the money get low and the hungriness show Niggas better get the fuck out the house [Verse 4: Scarface & Jay-Z] I hit the buzzer: "Míra, Manny! Let me up! It's Joey, motherfucker!" Taking the steps up with only one thing on our minds Wipe this motherfucker clean, everybody gotta die As the steps got closer, the voices got louder, you hear it? Death's approaching, we coming for that powder Then I knocked four times, I hit the ho with clear polish Well, she couldn't see shit, now what's it gonna be, bitch?