| Song | Small Time |
| Artist | Scarface |
| Album | My Homies |
| I started small time, dope game, cocaine | |
| Pushin' rocks on the block, i'm never broke main | |
| Sportin' jewelry and the shit they came wit rollin' hard | |
| You try to serve me you'll get served, wit no regard (2x) | |
| [twin 1] | |
| I gotta do what i gotta do in this game | |
| I started small time, dope game, cocaine | |
| I went from quarters to ounces to slangin' ki's bitch | |
| I went from rags to riches and i'm stackin' g's quick | |
| Now the popo's wanna come and get a nigga | |
| I'm gonna knock 'em on they ass 'cuz my shit is bigga | |
| I got my block sewed up, got them rocks swole up | |
| Keep my shit on cock in case they roll up | |
| Niggas wanna stick me for my g's and ki's | |
| But believe i'm gone make dem bitches bleed indeed | |
| You can bring it bring it bring it but you can't stop this | |
| Bulletproof in case you bitches try to pop this | |
| Can't stop what i'm ishin' out | |
| I'm thugged out | |
| Final real cormega shit, a drughouse | |
| Get the razorblade and a test tube and a cocaine | |
| Niggas swell in this dope game | |
| Check me out | |
| [chorus] | |
| [scarface] | |
| I'm on a all night flight | |
| Swingin' these others, got these cluckers all on me | |
| Steady sweatin' me for credit, tryin' to act like they know me | |
| Show me the money, it ain't funny | |
| Want a twenty or a dime | |
| See i'm a hustla on the grind | |
| Can't do nothin' for five | |
| Get out my face | |
| This ain't the place | |
| To run game on me homie | |
| That five dollars that you shakin' | |
| Can't change nothin' here homie | |
| I saw some misses 'bout the riches | |
| Double cross me, swim wit the fishes | |
| I'm inchin' wit one-way tickets | |
| To them bitches who didn't get it, get it | |
| Twist it, paper chasin' | |
| On this bacon i'm makin' | |
| All that plottin' and that fakin' | |
| Got you dancin' wit satan | |
| See you hatin' on a playa | |
| Way too major for bustas | |
| Bring the ruckus muthafuckas | |
| If you think you can touch us | |
| Get on the prime co's | |
| Load the black rhinos, in the 5-4 | |
| Villain, killin' children barricadin' my millions | |
| While i'm small time dealin' | |
| I'm just smugglin' chickens | |
| Get my g's in position | |
| I'm cookin' ki's in the kitchen | |
| Small time | |
| [chorus] | |
| [twin 2] | |
| I got a pocket full of stones | |
| Where the fiends at | |
| Got them big ol' boulders | |
| That's where the g's at | |
| Can't fuck wit rattin' ass hoes | |
| A bitch don't need dat | |
| And for you jackin' ass niggas | |
| I'll have that heat yeah | |
| I'm takin' 'em down | |
| I'm beatin' that ass | |
| I'm puttin that thang all in dey face | |
| Comin' for my g's, nigga please | |
| Bitch it's steady straight | |
| Makin' 'em, gettin' dividend | |
| Got it hot yeah in-between | |
| If them popo's come and get me | |
| Let me out, i'm doin' again | |
| We low, kilo, everythang i worked fo' | |
| Have my girl workin' that corner | |
| Don't come up in this short, hoe | |
| Never seen, you know what i mean | |
| All about that crispy green | |
| Have it sewed up from h-town back to new orleans | |
| Murder murder if you play me short | |
| Takin' heads clean off this bitch and bustin' hard | |
| Fiends have my block on fire and have me workin' it | |
| And my boys on the corner out there twirkin' it | |
| They twirkin' it | |
| [chorus & fade out] |
| I started small time, dope game, cocaine | |
| Pushin' rocks on the block, i' m never broke main | |
| Sportin' jewelry and the shit they came wit rollin' hard | |
| You try to serve me you' ll get served, wit no regard 2x | |
| twin 1 | |
| I gotta do what i gotta do in this game | |
| I started small time, dope game, cocaine | |
| I went from quarters to ounces to slangin' ki' s bitch | |
| I went from rags to riches and i' m stackin' g' s quick | |
| Now the popo' s wanna come and get a nigga | |
| I' m gonna knock ' em on they ass ' cuz my shit is bigga | |
| I got my block sewed up, got them rocks swole up | |
| Keep my shit on cock in case they roll up | |
| Niggas wanna stick me for my g' s and ki' s | |
| But believe i' m gone make dem bitches bleed indeed | |
| You can bring it bring it bring it but you can' t stop this | |
| Bulletproof in case you bitches try to pop this | |
| Can' t stop what i' m ishin' out | |
| I' m thugged out | |
| Final real cormega shit, a drughouse | |
| Get the razorblade and a test tube and a cocaine | |
| Niggas swell in this dope game | |
| Check me out | |
| chorus | |
| scarface | |
| I' m on a all night flight | |
| Swingin' these others, got these cluckers all on me | |
| Steady sweatin' me for credit, tryin' to act like they know me | |
| Show me the money, it ain' t funny | |
| Want a twenty or a dime | |
| See i' m a hustla on the grind | |
| Can' t do nothin' for five | |
| Get out my face | |
| This ain' t the place | |
| To run game on me homie | |
| That five dollars that you shakin' | |
| Can' t change nothin' here homie | |
| I saw some misses ' bout the riches | |
| Double cross me, swim wit the fishes | |
| I' m inchin' wit oneway tickets | |
| To them bitches who didn' t get it, get it | |
| Twist it, paper chasin' | |
| On this bacon i' m makin' | |
| All that plottin' and that fakin' | |
| Got you dancin' wit satan | |
| See you hatin' on a playa | |
| Way too major for bustas | |
| Bring the ruckus muthafuckas | |
| If you think you can touch us | |
| Get on the prime co' s | |
| Load the black rhinos, in the 54 | |
| Villain, killin' children barricadin' my millions | |
| While i' m small time dealin' | |
| I' m just smugglin' chickens | |
| Get my g' s in position | |
| I' m cookin' ki' s in the kitchen | |
| Small time | |
| chorus | |
| twin 2 | |
| I got a pocket full of stones | |
| Where the fiends at | |
| Got them big ol' boulders | |
| That' s where the g' s at | |
| Can' t fuck wit rattin' ass hoes | |
| A bitch don' t need dat | |
| And for you jackin' ass niggas | |
| I' ll have that heat yeah | |
| I' m takin' ' em down | |
| I' m beatin' that ass | |
| I' m puttin that thang all in dey face | |
| Comin' for my g' s, nigga please | |
| Bitch it' s steady straight | |
| Makin' ' em, gettin' dividend | |
| Got it hot yeah inbetween | |
| If them popo' s come and get me | |
| Let me out, i' m doin' again | |
| We low, kilo, everythang i worked fo' | |
| Have my girl workin' that corner | |
| Don' t come up in this short, hoe | |
| Never seen, you know what i mean | |
| All about that crispy green | |
| Have it sewed up from htown back to new orleans | |
| Murder murder if you play me short | |
| Takin' heads clean off this bitch and bustin' hard | |
| Fiends have my block on fire and have me workin' it | |
| And my boys on the corner out there twirkin' it | |
| They twirkin' it | |
| chorus fade out |