Master P - Homies & Thugs lyrics

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