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blu - the return lyrics

hey, yo, 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 true, 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 motherf-cker”
so i pushed to the streets, i pushed to the beats
end up pushing 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 banging blue on the block
my n-gg-, bang!

when the times get hard in the streets, n-gg-s bang
when the right ball sit up on the bench, n-gg-s bang
when n-gg-s sling cocaine all day to make change
n-gg-s bang, n-gg-s bang, n-gg-s bang, bang
tryna tell i, “watch where you walk”, n-gg-s bang
when that spark set fire to that hawk, n-gg-s bang
from the rollers to the lames, ain’t a d-mn thing changed
my n-gg-s bang, n-gg-s bang, bang, bang

now i’m back up on the block, rap sh-t 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, over for the real”
popped a fake in the face for acting like i can’t tell
yeah, it feels all good in the hood, i know it ain’t
should be smelling 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 rolling tanks
gold plateau, i know they gonna hate
might as well get the gold plaques and the platinum chains
see me when you see me, till then kiss the genie
spell g, me, you could never be me, believe me
put your cd on smoke, f-ck peas and the hoes
and them n-gg-s talking ’bout their sh-t bang when it don’t
my n-gg-, bang

hey, yo, next thing you know, i’m in that county
with a whole bunch of real ogs surrounding me
what you do when your name’s blu
and you run into a crip, a cholo and 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-gg- put his hands on me, we catch fades
f-ck i look like? 30, getting jumped in a gang
and my peeps say, “how you keep peace these days
if you ain’t got a peace by your reach these days?”
i say, my n-gg-, when you victim to the system
it don’t matter what you do, they always f-cking with you, so just
bang

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