Bombay - The Return lyrics

[Verse 1] Ayo I never banged, and through it all, never changed my name They used to call me Young Blu, before the fame Like my cousin Smurf, heard about a OG who used to run that turf Then he got murked Puttin' in work with the Blacks when the Browns was beefin' I got my griefin' after school with the chicks grievin' Like Blu, thank God that wasn't you, ayo One week later, they got my homeboy too, ayo Dang, my cousin used to tell me, "Boy watch for them colors." Other than that, you be the illest mothaf**a" So I pushed to the streets, I pushed to the beach End up pushin' more raps than I ever pushed trees I had beats from the best Just to make it known, I was a beast from the West Tryna get put on with the Snoops and the Games The Cubes and the Pacs Next thing you know they bangin' Blu on the block My n***a, bang! [Hook] When the times get hard in the streets, n***as bang When them right bars sit up on the beat, n***as bang When n***as sling c**aine all day to make change n***as bang, n***as bang, n***as bang-bang Tryna tell ahk, "Watch where you walk", n***as bang When that spark set fire to that heart, n***as bang From the rollers to the lames, ain't a damn thing change My n***as bang, n***as bang, bang-bang [Verse 2] Now I'm back up on the block, rap sh** locked Pocket full of money, no crack in my socks Shouts to the homies in jail with no bail And props to the homies that blow but don't sell They be like "Oh well, more room for the real" Popped a fake in the face for actin' like I can't tell Yeah it feels all good in the hood, I know it ain't Should be smellin' all good, but, I know it stank Tell the homie hold the shape while I blow that dank Roll the streets with that cannon like we rollin' tanks Unh, gold plates ho, I know they gon' hate Might as well get the gold plaques, and the platinum chains See me when you see me, 'til then, kiss the genie Spell G, me, you could never be me, believe me Put your CD on smoke, f** PDs and the hoes And them n**s talkin' 'bout their sh** bang when it don't My n***a, bang [Bridge] [?] [?] No stranger to the game, but you can't seem to relieve her You'll see her, when the morning comes [Hook] [Verse 3] Ayo, next thing you know, I'm in that county With a whole bunch of real OG's surroundin' me What you do when your name's Blu And you run into a Crip, a Cholo, a Piru? And everybody wanna know on the coast, what set you claim All my life I had that name, but never banged I'm from the Bridge, my folk from the 4th East side to the dro, and all the way back home, let it be known I got love for my block, love for my color Love for my streets, and love for my brother But a n***a put his hands on me, we catch fades f** I look like? 30, gettin' jumped in a gang And my peeps say, "How you keep peace these days If you ain't got a piece by your reach these days?" I say, my n***a, when you victim to the system It don't matter what you do, they always f**in' with you So just bang [Bridge]