Scarface

[Intro: Jeezy & DJ Drama]

Yeah

Who put this thing together? Me

Yeah

That's who, me

(Gangsta Grillz)

[Chorus: Jeezy]

Trick or treat, grind or sleep, goin' fed on the beat

Mick be on the keys, Plain Jane on the sleeve

I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town

I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound

[Interlude: DJ Drama & Jeezy]

All I got in this world (Yeah)

Is my balls and my word

And I don't break 'em for nobody (Yeah)

Mr. Thanksgiving

[Chorus: Jeezy]

Trick or treat, grind or sleep, goin' fed on the beat

Mick be on the keys, Plain Jane on the sleeve

I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town

I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound

I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk

Bruce Leroy, might Crip-walk

Grab the plunger, nigga, 'cause I shit-talk

Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm wearin' white chalk

[Verse 1: Jeezy]

We try and live life, we try and get right

And when you get right, just keep your shit tight

They try and block a nigga, they try and stop a nigga

Your bitch switched up, she out of pocket, nigga

Who can you trust though? Hey, where the love, go?

Hey, bitch, I'm shellshocked, I came from crackpots

I rep the have-nots, yeah, I'm the mascot

Can't break my old habits, still got a stash box

Still tryna do better, still 'bout that whatever

I beat the feds, ho', that's right, I'm too clever

I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town

I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound

[Chorus: Jeezy]

Trick or treat, grind or sleep, goin' fed on the beat

Mick be on the keys, Plain Jane on the sleeve

I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town

I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound

I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk

Bruce Leroy, might Crip-walk

Grab the plunger, nigga, 'cause I shit-talk

Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm wearin' white chalk

[Verse 2: EST Gee]

Put the car in park, hop out, let stick off

They some civilian shooters, we whack the big boss

He steal a dirty stick, I wipe the prints off

A real trap nigga, I'm talkin' brick talk

I train my dawg right, I make my pit walk

Hit it, make it sit, talk, ordered up, weren't ready

Mostly hard, I left a zip soft

In case he wanna practice, whip it 'til it's thick as batter

Girl as strong as Trish Stratus, I'ma flip this master

Murder, business, bastards, snatch a nigga out his body

Doctor G, Miami, niggas backwards

But on IG, they look like they turnt up

They know not to post they whips in pics, it's gon' get burned up

Can't blame you for bein' a bitch, your daddy soft, but you can learn from 'em

[Chorus: Jeezy]

Trick or treat, grind or sleep, goin' fed on the beat

Mick be on the keys, Plain Jane on the sleeve

I fed the whole hood, I fed the whole town

I'm watchin' Scarface, and that's with no sound

I'm a boss, boss, this is boss talk

Bruce Leroy, might Crip-walk

Grab the plunger, nigga, 'cause I shit-talk

Ain't talkin' classrooms, I'm wearin' white chalk

[Outro: DJ Drama]

You niggas don't have the guts to be what you wanna be

You need people like me

So you can point your fuckin' finger and say "That's the bad guy"

DJ—