We Out Here Lyrics - My Homies, Pt. 2 - Scarface

[Intro] 

Ghetto slave, U.T.P. 

Ya heard me? Aiyyo Nick, show 'em 

Everything was gravy 'til the hurricane popped up 

Then the levees broke and had the whole city stopped up 

Then it got hectic, everybody split up 

But a lot of us sittin in Texas nigga we out'chea 

Downtown, we out'chea, uptown, we out'chea 

Niggaz that stayed home, you think they dead? Out'chea 

Heron City, all bustin heads, out'chea 

Niggaz with real charges duckin feds? Yo we out'chea 

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[Verse One] 

Most likely you saw Eazy in Texas 

Trashback his brass real fast for a Lexus 

The Southwest side, best to be seen 

Tuesday night break his ass shake and sip the lean 

And if not, catch us on the Northside, take 610 

59 it's a short ride, holla somethin out'chea 

Whylin in the front with the blunts cause we out'chea 

Hopin they don't have to figure out what we bout'chea 

[Chorus] 

3rd Ward, 4th Ward, 5th Ward - we out'chea 

6th Ward, 7th Ward, 8th Ward - we out'chea 

9th Ward, 10th Ward, 11th Ward - we out'chea 

12th Ward, 13th, 17th - we out'chea 

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[Verse Two] 

I ran up into Barstow, took the nursing home bus 

The feds pulled us over but they didn't really fuck with us 

Causeway to I-10, bad roads, Lafeyette 

?? took a two month rest 

Went from the shorts to the projects, the ones in the hilltop 

I like it in the hood but that wasn't my bus stop 

I made it out to Dallas, mob pimpin, sippin lean 

Saw some niggaz from the home team, that I ain't seen 

in a month or two, fucked up a blunt or two 

But I left, cause I gotta do, what I gotta do 

E hit me hard as I'm jettin, it was powerful 

Now I'm out of Houston, and Crophead's been doin our producin (yeah) 

[Chorus] 

[Verse Three] 

Yeah I'm in Houston but you know that 

Nigga like me, old school, new always like a throwback 

And when they build it I'ma go back 

For now I'm out'chea, you ain't seen the FUCK YOU on my do'mat? 

You read my license plate, mad motherfucker 

So you know the driver is a bad motherfucker 

Swerved on the A-Town, exit off the {?} 

Plus my homey from the hood done relocated uphill 

And he tellin me, how good that the weed is 

The numbers on the hustle, and how we both can bleed it 

I'm addin it up and it's just like what I needed 

The sweetest hustle ever, of a hustle if I seen it 

[Chorus]