Talk to me man This ya boy Young Hova, yo turn the muh'fuckin noise up We'll get right into the proceedings this evening Headphones are distortin', bring
WC, Facemob, Southside, Westside C'mon now, ah, c'mon now Don't stop, screamin' my name, don't stop Southside, Westside, Facemob, WC C'mon now, c'mon
It's gonna be some shit you might not understand But, you may have to rewind this shit a few times Heaven, Heaven Check it out I know tomorrow ain't
Circumstances are like my first fight I lost it was swinging my arms Bugging, adrenaline pumping, oh shit, this little nigga's thuggin', I mean I was
I started small time, dope game, pushin' on the corner Twenty cent cook up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes wreakin' marijuana
This song is about a nigga always trying to keep you down You know you got to touch that We made something from nothing and vowed to never tear it apart
For the block boy, take it rough Everyday it's been the same old thing on my block Ya either workin' or ya slangin' cocaine on my block Ya had to hustle
I got the new face tape I'm about to Pop in the deck for you niggaz Turn up your radios You're down and out, money funny, you hustle and die On the verge
I know God is watching from above Sometimes I wonder what I'd do without his love And although life is full of adversities I know he's with me, he's with
[Verse 1] It's been a long time coming but now I'm back at it Flipping the script, from balling back to gansta rap classics You know that shit that hit
Oh what can I do What can I do To make it better, yeah, yeah I thank the Lord for every morning he allows me to rise And though the sun is shining there
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the old Face Mob Mack Mittens and Hov' Don't make me relapse Back to the block with the fo' Cuz this street shit is all I know [Scarface] From the womb
There's gonna be some shit you might not understand But, you may have to rewind this shit a few times Heaven, heaven Check it out I know tomorrow ain
[Intro: Scarface] WC, Facemob, Southside, Westside C'mon now, ah c'mon now Don't stop (screamin my name) don't stop Southside, Westside, Facemob, WC
[Scarface] I started small time, dope game, pushin on the corner Twenty cent cook-up, fifty flippers if you want 'em Full of formaldehyde, my clothes
With a loose grip I'm hanging on to emptiness Help your brother, save him from the Evil demons, in between us, came between us [Scarface] I know you
