Scarface - Homies & Thuggs Lyrics
Verse 1:Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silentNiggas strapped with 45s and aint smilingAnd Im driving to a place theyre all warrinThe 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 niggas 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 makes music for the streetsCause I love this mother*****er like ***** with no sheets,Cause its deepSome niggas make it out the neighborhood and wont surfaceAnd let the money make them nervous, whats the purpose?A mother*****er sitting on fatHe 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 niggas(chorus x6)This is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)Verse 2face, picture us working at mcdonaldsAnd me and you selling *****ing toasted up (? )Gold slug, a car full of thug niggasTwenty 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, huhWe ghetto niggas 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 niggas off from new orleans to californiaRowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)Independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaineYou used to see c in a suit and tieBut we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamondsExecutive street millionairesNiggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chairChorus x6Verse 3:What do you get from boosting?Niggas coming out from california to represent them niggas fromHoustonAnd now we rocking keep this shit poppingAnd all my niggas across the bay know l.a. keep the shit hotI keep my glock inside my pants , dont give niggas a chanceTo put me inside a casket you dirty bastardsUntil the day I die you catch a nigga high off weed the police cantFind meMy shit will drop and Ill sell five millionWhile all the niggas enter the game get caught up in drug dealingHow can I fall? how can I ball, how can I catch my enemies and murderThem all?My word of flame burn niggas inside thier brainNiggas cant hang with me, and like it changes, uhScarface got me on this shitWe laced it mother*****ers in thier body and face, uhGrowing thicker, liquor made me daddy and niggaNiggas dont wanna see me world wide mob figureM.o.b. and the leaf keep me weededThem niggas dont wanna see me when I got weed in my systemCatch another victim, capture bodiesBring a shottie to the *****ing party, yeahI party all nightI do this shit cause its wrong but we were born rightAnd to the niggas in my zone we do it long waystill these *****es understand nigga my song pay; cause Im the manNow these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we dieKeep this shit rough and raw my 45Make sure that I survive to another dayTo bust rhymes which from I get paidNow thats the end of my freestyle but it was left for deadBut the shit away you can hear it playing, westsideChorus x8
