[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:] 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 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:] 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 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:] X 4