[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