Master P - Homies And Thuggs lyrics

[Verse 1:] 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 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 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 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***as [chorus x6] This is for my homies and my thug n***as (uuuuugh) [verse 2] '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 wanna cause I be dumping n***as off from New Orleans to California Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh) independant, black owned got them hooked on this c**aine You used to see C 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] [Verse 3:] 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 , dont 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 thier 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 thier body and face, uh Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and n***a n***as don't wanna see me world wide mob figure M.O.B. and the leaf keep me weeded them n***as don't wanna 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, westside [chorus x8]