Master P - Homies & Thugs Lyrics
Verse 1:(scarface)Ghetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain silentNiggaz strapped with 45s and aint smilingAnd Im driving to a place theyre all romeThe 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 dininYou can run it but cant 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 wont circleAnd let the money make them nervous, whats the purpose?A mother*****er sitting on fatWho done came up in the hood but he cant 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 whats right?Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeperIm sinking in this mother*****er deeperFear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me***** being a nigga in your army; though Im 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 mcdonaldsAnd 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 cant 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 thats 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)Its alive, and imma be tha muh*****in oneMake these niggas want someHere I comeDa last donNiggaz steady claiming thisTatted on my wrist since 86What tha *****?Im 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 aint scared cause 2 pac got kiltIm on tiltFeelin the mutha*****in guiltThug nigga
