Homies And Thugs by Scarface
Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent
Niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smilin'
And I'm drivin' 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 motherfucker will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
Where niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight face
Survivin', under conditions demons dinin'
You can run it but can't hide it, so step aside
It's the nigga that makes music for the streets
'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets
'Cause it's deep
Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
They let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A motherfucker sittin' on fat
He came up in the hood but he can't come back
Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame
On a mission to maintain 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?
Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper
I'm sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper
Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me
Fuck bein' a nigga 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 loves me
Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange
And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change
This is for my thug niggas
This one for the homies and thug niggas
This one for the homies and thug niggas
This one for the homies and thug niggas
This one for the homies and thug niggas
This one for the homies and thug niggas
This one for the homies and thug niggas
Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's
And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus
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 red beans the size of some bullets, huh
We ghetto niggas can't be stopped
Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot
My phone tapped, the feds on my tail
Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' 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 dumpin' niggas off from New Orleans to California
Rowdy like a hurricane
Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaine
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