Homies And Thuggs-Scarface

Verse 1: Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent Niggas strapped with 45＇s and ain＇t smiling And I＇m driving to a place they＇re all warrin＇ The lake we build houses but it＇s the hood we call home In the ghetto the only place a motherf**ker will keep it real We focused on the dollar bill, still The outsiders tend to disrespect the place Where niggas do thier struggling die with a straight face Surviving, under conditions demons dinin＇ You can run it but can＇t hide it so step aside Its the ni**a that makes music for the streets Cause I love this motherf**ker like p**sy with no sheets, Cause it＇s deep Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won＇t surface And let the money make them nervous, what＇s the purpose? A motherf**ker sitting on fat He came up in the hood but he can＇t come back F**k that, I remain in the street game frame On a mission to maintian me and take aim In position to let my opposition know my life Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what＇s right? Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper I＇m sinking in this motherf**ker deeper Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me F**k being a ni**a in your army; though I＇m a killer Enter the ghetto so that you can see What I mean when I say I love this cause it love me Let it be, stop looking at this motherf**ker strange And talking ＇bout a motherf**king change This is for my thug niggas (chorus x6) This is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh) Verse 2 ＇Face, picture us working at McDonald＇s And me and you selling f**king toasted up (?) Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers No Limit soldiers to the fullest See I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh We ghetto niggas can＇t be stopped Got me mixing up d**e with little J down at Rap-A-Lot My phone tapped the feds on my tail Got me paying luxury taxes on everything I build True to the ghetto that＇s my life You see that house on the lake it＇s for the kids and the wife You can test me if you wanna Cause I be dumping niggas off from New Orleans to California Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh) Independant, black owned got them hooked on this coc*ine You used to see C in a suit and tie But we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds Executive street millionaires Niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair Chorus x6 Verse 3: What do you get from boosting? Niggas coming out from california to represent them niggas from Houston And now we rocking keep this sh*t popping And all my niggas across the bay know L.A. keep the sh*t hot I keep my glock inside my pants , don＇t give niggas a chance To put me inside a casket you dirty bastards Until the day I die you catch a ni**a high off w**d the police can＇t Find me My sh*t will drop and I＇ll sell five million While all the niggas enter the game get caught up in drug dealing How can I fall? how can I ball, how can I catch my enemies and murder Them all? My word of flame burn niggas inside thier brain Niggas can＇t hang with me, and like it changes, uh Scarface got me on this sh*t We laced it motherf**kers in thier body and face, uh Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and ni**a Niggas don＇t wanna see me world wide mob figure M.O.B. and the leaf keep me weeded Them niggas don＇t wanna see me when i got w**d in my system Catch another victim, capture bodies Bring a shottie to the f**king party, yeah I party all night I do this sh*t cause it＇s wrong but we were born right And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways ＇till these b**ches understand ni**a my song pay; cause I＇m the man Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die Keep this sh*t rough and raw my 45 Make sure that I survive to another day To bust rhymes which from I get paid Now that＇s the end of my freestyle but it was left for dead But the sh*t away you can hear it playing, westside Chorus x8