[Verse 1]
[Scarface]
(Bring it back)
I bring it back with all my old school game
No matter how you hate the OGyou can t change him
Seecause to me it s total disrespect
For motherfuckers who done lived in the ghetto
Turn around and talk they shit
And try to downgrade the next dude tryin
To get up out the ghetto like you
But you straight fried him
Seenow what you niggas need is open eyes
Although you made yourself a couple a millionyou keep an open mind
Cause down the stretchyou lose your grips on reality
And he who gripsslip on life fades fatality
I seen the same shit you seen in the 70 s
And you can blame shit on mebut nigga never
Beat the flow of a youngsterraised up amongsta
Niggas who ain t bullshit with lifethey straight stuck ya
Now how the fuck am I supposed to change
A place that since my mother been born it ain t been known to change
And all my niggas can relate to what I bring to em
Instead of turnin my backI sing to em
[Chorus x4]
Jockin my homies?
Ride for my homiesthink?
Cause I ll die for my homies
[Verse 2]
[Scarface]
Dedicated to my homies who been trapped in the jail
Since these other motherfuckers seem to lost they respect
For the placeniggas got game on how to handle these streets
Instead of layin deadyou get knocked down you stand on your feet
If I ain t learn nothing elseI learned to struggle and strive
Cause the ghetto made a man out a niggaI can t lie
But every black community done seen the same thing
Somebody come up out the hood and make a strange change
Ain t no forgettin where it started for me
The hustle out the hood never departed from me
No matter how many niggas try to change my story
Can t nobody make me go change my story
So motherfuckers claimin that they represent life
Make sure them hoes is representin it right
Talk to me
[Chorus x4]
Now break it down to the beat one time
(vocal breakdown)
Talk to me now
[Verse 3]
[Scarface]
How dare you so called black politicians
Knock me for the game that I explain to my listeners
Seethey wanna put me on remote control
So they can turn me on and off when they feel it
and try to take control
But I refuse to cooperate
You take away the plug out the game it ain t gon operate
So now we re picky with the wickedly ways
And I done been inside the beast in his belly for six days
Cause they solutions is institutionalize
All the game made millionaires would choose to survive
Instead of fallin deadwe bounce to these beats
But you look at my music like an ounce on these streets
I send this out to every street in your city with blacks on em
Since every motherfucker got paid to turn they backs on em
I got more love for the ghetto than that
And every time I step my ass out the hoodI go back
So you can miss me with that bullshit you stressin
I keep it real with my niggas with no question
So while you re teachin em that shit they can fake to
I teach em shit that they can relate to
My homies
[Chorus x4]

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