Scarface - Homies & Thugs lyrics

Ghetto n***as remain violent while the k**ers remain silent n***as strapped with 45's and ain't smilin' And I'm drivin' to a place they're all warrin' 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***as do their strugglin' die with a straight face Survivin', under conditions demons dinin' You can run it but can't hide it, so step aside It's the n***a that makes music for the streets 'Cause I love this motherf**er like p**y with no sheets 'Cause it's deep Some n***as make it out the neighborhood and won't surface They let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose? A motherf**er sittin' 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? Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper I'm sinkin' in this motherf**er deeper Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me f** bein' 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 loves me Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherf**er strange And talkin' 'bout a motherf**in' change This is for my thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's And me and you sellin' f**in' toasted up the hummus 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 red beans the size of some bullets, huh We ghetto n***as can't be stopped Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot My phone tapped, the feds on my tail Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' 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 dumpin' 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 C, C on the 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 This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as What do you get from boostin'? n***as comin' out from California to represent them n***as in Houston And now we rockin' keep this sh** poppin' And all my n***as across the bay know LA 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 on 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 dealin' 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 Scarface got me on this sh** We laced it motherf**ers in their body and face Growin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and n***a n***as don't wanna see me world wide mob figure MOB and his lead keep me weeded Key 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**in' party, yeah I party all night I do this sh** 'cause it's 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 playin' Westside This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as This one for the homies and thug n***as