Homies And Thugs lyrics

Artist  : Master P 
Song : Homies And Thugs
 
Verse 1:

(scarface)

Ghetto niggaz
remain violent all the killers remain silent

Niggaz 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
motherfucker will keep it real

We focused
on the dollar bill, still

The outsiders
tend to disrespect the place

Where niggaz
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 nigga that makin' music for
the streets

Cause I love this motherfucker
like pussy with no sheets,

Cause it's
deep

Some niggaz make it out the
neighborhood and won't circle

And let the
money make them nervous, what's the purpose? 

A motherfucker sitting on fat

Who done
came up in the hood but he can't come back

Fuck 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 motherfucker deeper

Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm
me

Fuck being a nigga in your army; though
I'm a killer

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 motherfucker strange

And talking 'bout
a motherfucking change

This is for my thug
niggaz



(chorus x6)



This
is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh)



Verse 2

(master p)

'face,
imagine us working at mcdonald's

And me and
you selling fucking tapes in the bahamas

Gold slug, a car full of thug niggaz

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 niggaz 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
niggaz off from new orleans to california

Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)

Independant, black owned got them hooked on
this cocaine

You used to see c.e.o.'s in a
suit and tie

But we young niggaz in tennis
shoes and diamonds

Executive street
millionaires

Niggas 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
muhfuckin' one

Make these niggas want
some

Here I come

Da last don

Niggaz steady claiming this

Tatted on my
wrist since 86

What tha fuck? 

I'm
sitting in my cell block stuck

Listening to
this shit my radio did

Shit, gotta change
the situation

Write a letta to the warden
mothafuck all this time wasting

Chasin'
niggas wit my occupation

Clean across the
nation

Lookin' for two-facin

The
gangsta, the killa, and the dope-dealer all in
one

Now past me my muthafuckin' gun

Niggaz feelin' they invinsible

Til' they
dealin' wit tha muthafuckin' principle

Doracell nigga

I ain't scared cause 2
pac got kilt

I'm on tilt

Feelin' the
muthafuckin' guilt

Thug nigga