Less than one month after Scarface helped put out Scarface Presents: The Product - One Hunid, he is ready for more with the release of My Homies, Pt. 2. This is by NO means a Scarface solo happening, so any die-hard fans wanting another down-south classic, keep waiting. Now onto the compilation.

The disc starts off just the way you’d expect – Scarface laying down his rhymes full of street tales over an eerie yet up tempo instrumental. The Z-Ro and Ice Cube-assisted banger “Definition of Real,” Cube steals the show spitting a NWA-reminiscent verse, letting the doubters know that the movies haven’t taken away from his abilities. “Never Snitch,” the Beanie Sigel and The Game-featured joint, plays alongside the-ever growing popularity of the “Stop Snitching” theme. The outcome is a street anthem dedicated to street loyalty and keeping your mouth shut when dealing with the law. As much respect as I have for Z-Ro’s attempt at remaking Face’s classic “I Seen a Man Die” - titled “Man Cry” - I can’t stop but think that this is something that would’ve been better left to the original.

Scarface stays off of the Houston All-Star track, “Platinum Starz,” featuring Lil Flip, Chamillionaire and Bun B. Over a rather corny Big Tyme beat, Lil Flip lays a typical verse delivered with his known slow flow, while Chamillionaire and Bun B come with just absolute fire, saving the track from being a disaster. Face furthers his divergence on the album by grabbing a few N.O. natives for the New Orleans’ bounce tracks “We Out Here” and “Club Bangaz,” with Juvenile being the only artist having a notable verse or anything worth speaking about after numerous spins of the KLC-produced track. Another special moment on the CD is the Geto Boys track “My Life.” Hearing the group together and delivering such a clear picture of street living is just amazing.

The lack of Scarface vocals definitely takes its toll overall, especially on “Always,” featuring Spaide R.I.P.P.E.R., which is just awful. I really can’t say one good thing about this track. Sad indeed. As Jay-Z did with his Roc-A-Fella crew on his Dynasty album, Scarface is just using his name to put his people on. It’s just too bad his “homies” didn’t seem to want to get there with him. Showing no signs of losing talent, Face displays why he truly is the “King of the South.” I would have loved to see more of him throughout the album; instead I get to listen to the “new south” bring lackluster verses over a decently produced album, randomly jumping from here to there, lacking any sense of congruity. But taking the album as it was clearly intended to be, I can’t say that I am fully disappointed with the release. Can we get a new Scarface album though?