Verse 1:
(scarface)
Ghetto n***az remain violent all the k**ers remain silent
n***az 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 it's the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a motherf**er will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
Where n***az do their 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 n***a that makin' music for the streets
Cause I love this motherf**er like p**y with no sheets,
Cause it's deep
Some n***az make it out the neighborhood and won't circle
And let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A motherf**er sitting on fat
Who done came up in the hood but he can't come back
f** 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 motherf**er deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
f** being a n***a in your army; though I'm a k**er
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 motherf**er strange
And talking 'bout a motherf**ing change
This is for my thug n***az
(chorus x6)
This is for my homies and my thug n***az (uuuuugh)
Verse 2
(master p)
'face, imagine us working at mcdonald's
And me and you selling f**ing tapes in the bahamas
Gold slug, a car full of thug n***az
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 n***az 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 it's for the kids and the wife
You can test me if you wanna
Cause I be dumping n***az off from new orleans to california
Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)
Independent, black owned got them hooked on this c**aine
You used to see c.e.o.'s in a suit and tie
But we young n***az in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
n***as 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 muhf**in' one
Make these n***as want some
Here I come
Da last don
n***az steady claiming this
Tatted on my wrist since 86
What tha f**?
I'm sitting in my cell block stuck
Listening to this sh** my radio did
sh**, gotta change the situation
Write a letta to the warden mothaf** all this time wasting
Chasin' n***as wit my occupation
Clean across the nation
Lookin' for two-facin
The gangsta, the k**a, and the dope-dealer all in one
Now past me my muthaf**in' gun
n***az feelin' they invinsible
Til' they dealin' wit tha muthaf**in' principle
Doracell n***a
I ain't scared cause 2 pac got kilt
I'm on tilt
Feelin' the muthaf**in' guilt
Thug n***a