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Scarface ~ Ma Homiez
| [Verse 1] [Scarface] (Bring it back) I bring it back with all my old school game No matter how you hate the OG, you can't change him See, cause 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 See, now what you niggas need is open eyes Although you made yourself a couple a million, you keep an open mind Cause down the stretch, you lose your grips on reality And he who grips, slip on life fades fatality I seen the same shit you seen in the 70's And you can blame shit on me, but nigga never Beat the flow of a youngster, raised up amongsta Niggas who ain't bullshit with life, they 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 back, I sing to 'em [Chorus x4] Jockin my homies? Ride for my homies, think? 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 place, niggas got game on how to handle these streets Instead of layin dead, you get knocked down you stand on your feet If I ain't learn nothing else, I learned to struggle and strive Cause the ghetto made a man out a nigga, I 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 See, they 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 dead, we 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 hood, I 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] more free lyrics |