[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 mother$#&@ers who done lived in the ghetto
Turn around and talk they %#@!

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 ^!$$%s 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 %#@! you seen in the 70's
And you can blame %#@! on me, but ^!$$% never

Beat the flow of a youngster, raised up amongsta
^!$$%s who ain't bull%#@! with life, they straight stuck ya
Now how the $#&@ am I supposed to change

A place that since my mother been born it ain't been known to change
And all my ^!$$%s 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 mother$#&@ers seem to lost they respect
For the place, ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%, 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 ^!$$%s try to change my story
Can't nobody make me go change my story

So mother$#&@ers 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 mother$#&@er got paid to turn they backs on em
I got more love for the ghetto than that
And every time I step my $$# out the hood, I go back

So you can miss me with that bull%#@! you stressin
I keep it real with my ^!$$%s with no question
So while you're teachin em that %#@! they can fake to
I teach em %#@! that they can relate to
My homies


[Chorus x4]