Scarface - Ma Homiez Lyrics
[verse 1][scarface](bring it back)I bring it back with all my old school gameNo matter how you hate the og, you cant change himSee, cause to me its total disrespectFor mother*****ers who done lived in the ghettoTurn around and talk they shitAnd try to downgrade the next dude tryinTo get up out the ghetto like youBut you straight fried himSee, now what you niggas need is open eyesAlthough you made yourself a couple a million, you keep an open mindCause down the stretch, you lose your grips on realityAnd he who grips, slip on life fades fatalityI seen the same shit you seen in the 70sAnd you can blame shit on me, but nigga neverBeat the flow of a youngster, raised up amongstaNiggas who aint bullshit with life, they straight stuck yaNow how the ***** am I supposed to changeA place that since my mother been born it aint been known to changeAnd all my niggas can relate to what I bring to emInstead of turnin my back, I sing to em[chorus:] x 4Jockin my homies?Ride for my homies, think?Cause Ill die for my homies[verse 2][scarface]Dedicated to my homies who been trapped in the jailSince these other mother*****ers seem to lost they respectFor the place, niggas got game on how to handle these streetsInstead of layin dead, you get knocked down you stand on your feetIf I aint learn nothing else, I learned to struggle and striveCause the ghetto made a man out a nigga, I cant lieBut every black community done seen the same thingSomebody come up out the hood and make a strange changeAint no forgettin where it started for meThe hustle out the hood never departed from meNo matter how many niggas try to change my storyCant nobody make me go change my storySo mother*****ers claimin that they represent lifeMake sure them hoes is representin it rightTalk to me[chorus:] x 4Now break it down to the beat one time(vocal breakdown)Talk to me now[verse 3][scarface]How dare you so called black politiciansKnock me for the game that I explain to my listenersSee, they wanna put me on remote controlSo they can turn me on and off when they feel itAnd try to take controlBut I refuse to cooperateYou take away the plug out the game it aint gon operateSo now were picky with the wickedly waysAnd I done been inside the beast in his belly for six daysCause they solutions is institutionalizeAll the game made millionaires would choose to surviveInstead of fallin dead, we bounce to these beatsBut you look at my music like an ounce on these streetsI send this out to every street in your city with blacks on emSince every mother*****er got paid to turn they backs on emI got more love for the ghetto than thatAnd every time I step my ass out the hood, I go backSo you can miss me with that bullshit you stressinI keep it real with my niggas with no questionSo while youre teachin em that shit they can fake toI teach em shit that they can relate toMy homies[chorus:] x 4
