Master P - Homies And Thugs Lyrics
Verse 1:(scarface)Ghetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain silentNiggaz strapped with 45's and ain't smilingAnd i'm driving to a place they're all rome'The lake we build houses but its the hood we call homeIn the ghetto the only place a mother*****er will keep it realWe focused on the dollar bill, stillThe outsiders tend to disrespect the placeWhere niggaz do thier struggling die with a straight faceSurviving, under conditions demons dinin'You can run it but can't hide it so step asideIts the nigga that makin' music for the streetsCause i love this mother*****er like ***** with no sheets,Cause its deepSome niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won't circleAnd let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?A mother*****er sitting on fatWho done came up in the hood but he can't come back***** that, i remain in the street game frameOn a mission to maintian me and take aimIn position to let my opposition know my lifeCause off in these streets i keep it real but what's right?Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeperI'm sinking in this mother*****er deeperFear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me***** being a nigga in your army; though i'm a killerEnter the ghetto so that you can seeWhat i mean when i say i love this cause it love meLet it be, stop looking at this mother*****er strangeAnd talking 'bout a mother*****ing changeThis is for my thug niggaz(chorus x6)This is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh)Verse 2(master p)'face, imagine us working at mcdonald'sAnd me and you selling *****ing tapes in the bahamasGold slug, a car full of thug niggazTwenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealersNo limit soldiers to the fullestSee i was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huhReal ghetto niggaz can't be stoppedGot me mixing up dope with little j down at rap-a-lotMy phone tapped the feds on my tailGot me paying luxury taxes on everything i buildTrue to the ghetto that's my lifeYou see that house on the lake its for the kids and the wifeYou can test me if you wannaCause i be dumping niggaz off from new orleans to californiaRowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)Independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaineYou used to see c.e.o.'s in a suit and tieBut we young niggaz in tennis shoes and diamondsExecutive street millionairesNiggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chairChorus x6Verse 3:(doracell)It's alive, and i'mma be tha muh*****in' oneMake these niggas want someHere i comeDa last donNiggaz steady claiming thisTatted on my wrist since 86What tha *****?I'm sitting in my cell block stuckListening to this shit my radio didShit, gotta change the situationWrite a letta to the warden motha***** all this time wastingChasin' niggas wit my occupationClean across the nationLookin' for two-facinThe gangsta, the killa, and the dope-dealer all in oneNow past me my mutha*****in' gunNiggaz feelin' they invinsibleTil' they dealin' wit tha mutha*****in' principleDoracell niggaI ain't scared cause 2 pac got kiltI'm on tiltFeelin' the mutha*****in' guiltThug nigga
