Ghetto n***as remain violent while the k**ers remain silent
n***as strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And I'm driving to a place they're all warrin'
The lake we build houses but its 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***as 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 makes music for the streets
Cause I love this motherf**er like p**y with no sheets,
Cause its deep
Some n***as make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
And let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A motherf**er sitting on fat
He came up in the hood but he can't come back
f** that, I remain in the street game frame
On a mission to maintain 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***as
[Chorus: x6]
This is for my homies and my thug n***as
Face, picture us working at McDonald's
And me and you selling f**ing toasted up
Gold slug, a car full of thug n***as
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
We ghetto n***as 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 want to
Cause I be dumping n***as off from New Orleans to California
Rowdy like a hurricane
Independent, black owned got them hooked on this c**aine
You used to see see in a suit and tie
But we young n***as in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
n***as gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair
[Chorus: x6]
What do you get from boosting?
n***as coming out from California to represent them n***as from Houston
And now we rocking keep this sh** popping
And all my n***as across the bay know l.a. keep the sh** hot
I keep my glock inside my pants , don't give n***as a chance
To put me inside a casket you dirty ba*tards
Until the day I die you catch a n***a high off weed the police can't
Find me
My sh** will drop and I'll sell five million
While all the n***as enter the game get caught up in drug dealing
How can I fall? how can I ball, how can I catch my enemies and murder
Them all?
My word of flame burn n***as inside their brain
n***as can't hang with me, and like it changes, uh
Scarface got me on this sh**
We laced it motherf**ers in their body and face, uh
Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and n***a
n***as don't want to see me world wide mob figure
M.o.b. and the leaf keep me weeded
Them n***as don't want to see me when I got weed in my system
Catch another victim, capture bodies
Bring a shottie to the f**ing party, yeah
I party all night
I do this sh** cause its wrong but we were born right
And to the n***as in my zone we do it long ways
Till these b**hes understand n***a my song pay, cause I'm the man
Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die
Keep this sh** rough and raw my 45
Make sure that I survive to another day
To bust rhymes which from I get paid
Now that's the end of my freestyle but it was left for dead
But the sh** away you can hear it playing, west side
[Chorus: x8]