Scarface - Homies & Thugs (feat. Master P) Lyrics
f/ Doracell, Master PVerse 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
