[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