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Versuri My homiez
- Scarface

[V

erse 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 motherf***kers who done lived in the ghetto.

Turn around and talk they s***t.

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 s***t you seen in the 70's.

And you can blame s***t on me, but nigga never.

Beat the flow of a youngster, raised up amongsta.

Niggas who ain't bulls***t with life, they straight stuck ya.

Now how the f***k 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:] X 4.

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 motherf***kers 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 motherf***kers claimin that they represent life.

Make sure them hoes is representin it right.

Talk to me.

[Chorus:] X 4.

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 motherf***ker got paid to turn they backs on em.

I got more love for the ghetto than that.

And every time I step my a*s out the hood, I go back.

So you can miss me with that bulls***t you stressin.

I keep it real with my niggas with no question.

So while you're teachin em that s***t they can fake to.

I teach em s***t that they can relate to.

My homies.

[Chorus:] X 4