Scarface - The Ghetto Report lyrics

Scarface feat. B. James & Monk Kaza [ Scarface ] This for my n***as doin life in the trap Stayin' focused, tryina double they paper and give it back To the hood where they come from, cause n***as need a boost Cause the opportunities in these ghettos are minimal It's pitiful how they got me doin' time For a crime that I ain't never committed, the bottomline Is I'm a black man, so my S-K-I-N is my S-I-N And unless I win, I'll be headed to a cell in the pen And when I come home, I go right back in sh**, it's like the hood has got a heart and a soul, that's cold These little children die before they old The situations make a n***a feel as useless as he is The president's recruitin' all the kids Dyin' for a country that he know ain't even his And mama loses sleep and shed tears [ Chorus 2X ] Open your ears all my n***as, this is street news Broadcastin live from the ghetto, this is street blues Where n***as dyin' every day in the streets, fool Yeah we on the grind cause our kids gotta eat too [ B. James ] I grew up with a dollar and a dream Strap the silencer on the beam if you try to intervene The school of hard knocks, all the scholars turn to fiends No jobs in the city, all we got is triple beams A dirty game, n***as'll rob you or your team Police'll set you up and every hour it's a sting Young n***as lose they life just tryina get some bling My last name James, so I gotta be a king Disrespectin' the fam and suffer the repercussion If you ain't talkin money, my n***a, end of discussion MOB for life, so tell these b**hes it's nothin' Don't even come around if you ain't givin' me nothin' I live like a boss with thoughts of a made man You tryina get laid, man, I'm tryina get paid, man We hustle in the snow and watch for the Ray-bans So them pretty boy dudes get popped in they wave, man Amen [ Chorus 2X ] [ Monk Kaza ] Yeah, since I was born, entire life has been a struggle Only got two choices - either starve or you hustle See, I know what it's like to be broke, man Trust me, dog, I know what it's like to be po', fam I need help to control this hunger The streets keep callin', how the f** they get this number? Gotta grind through the rain and thunder That's why I feel it's forever street blues till the day that I'm under But it gotta be a way out, the plan had been laid out It's takin' forever, dog, it's feelin' like a stake-out No more short cuts, focus on the straight route It's been too long, man, it's time for me to break out Do it for my fam cause I'm the one they depend on As long as I'm alive you got a shoulder to lean on I got a lotta love cause my team strong And fate on my side, so I continue to dream on Till then [ Chorus 2X ]