Scarface - Homies & Thuggs lyrics

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]