Текст песни: Master P - Homies and Thugs (Remix)



[Verse 1:(Scarface)]

Ghetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain silent

niggaz strapped with 45`s and ain`t smiling

And I`m driving to a place they`re all rome`

the lake we build houses but its 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 niggaz 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 nigga that makin` music for the streets

cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,

cause its deep

Some niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won`t circle

and let the money make them nervous, what`s the purpose?

A motherfucker sitting on fat

Who done came up in the hood but he can`t come back

Fuck 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 motherfucker deeper

Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me

fuck being 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 love me

Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange,

and talking `bout a motherfucker changed

This 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`s

and me and you selling fucking tapes in the Bahamas

Gold slug, a car full of thug niggaz

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

Real ghetto niggaz can`t be stopped

got me mixing up dope 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 its for the kids and the wife

You can test me if you wanna

cause I be dumping niggaz off from New Orleans to California

Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)

independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine

You used to see C.E.O.`s in a suit and tie

but we young niggaz 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:(Doracell)]

It`s alive, and I`mma be tha muhfuckin` one

Make these niggas want some

Here I come

Da Last Don

Niggaz steady claiming this

Tatted on my wrist since 86

What tha fuck?

I`m sitting in my cell block stuck

Listening to this shit my radio did

Shit, gotta change the situation

Write a letta to the warden mothafuck all this time wasting

Chasin` niggas wit my occupation

Clean across the nation

Lookin` for two-facin

The gangsta, the killa, and the dope-dealer all in one

Now past me my muthafuckin` gun

Niggaz feelin` they invinsible

Til` they dealin` wit tha muthafuckin` principle

Doracell nigga

I ain`t scared cause 2 pac got kilt

I`m on tilt

Feelin` the muthafuckin` guilt

Thug Nigga

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[Verse 1:(Scarface)]

Ghetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain silent

niggaz strapped with 45`s and ain`t smiling

And I`m driving to a place they`re all rome`

the lake we build houses but its 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 niggaz 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 nigga that makin` music for the streets

cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,

cause its deep

Some niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won`t circle

and let the money make them nervous, what`s the purpose?

A motherfucker sitting on fat

Who done came up in the hood but he can`t come back

Fuck 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 motherfucker deeper

Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me

fuck being 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 love me

Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange,

and talking `bout a motherfucker changed

This 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`s

and me and you selling fucking tapes in the Bahamas

Gold slug, a car full of thug niggaz

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

Real ghetto niggaz can`t be stopped

got me mixing up dope 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 its for the kids and the wife

You can test me if you wanna

cause I be dumping niggaz off from New Orleans to California

Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)

independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine

You used to see C.E.O.`s in a suit and tie

but we young niggaz 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:(Doracell)]

It`s alive, and I`mma be tha muhfuckin` one

Make these niggas want some

Here I come

Da Last Don

Niggaz steady claiming this

Tatted on my wrist since 86

What tha fuck?

I`m sitting in my cell block stuck

Listening to this shit my radio did

Shit, gotta change the situation

Write a letta to the warden mothafuck all this time wasting

Chasin` niggas wit my occupation

Clean across the nation

Lookin` for two-facin

The gangsta, the killa, and the dope-dealer all in one

Now past me my muthafuckin` gun

Niggaz feelin` they invinsible

Til` they dealin` wit tha muthafuckin` principle

Doracell nigga

I ain`t scared cause 2 pac got kilt

I`m on tilt

Feelin` the muthafuckin` guilt

Thug Nigga

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