Scarface, 2Pac, Master P - Homies & Thugs lyrics

No Limit motherfuckin' soldiers
And the Rap-A-Lot crime family
(No Limit, Rap-A-Lot) scarface
Master P they ain't ready for this y'all
Yeah

Ghetto niggas remain violent
(Remain violent)
All the killers remain silent (Remain silent)
Niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
(Ain't smiling)
And I'm driving to a place they all roamin'
The lake we build houses
But it's the hood we call home
In the ghetto, the only place a motherfucka
Will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the 'Face
Where niggas do they struggle
With a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons died in
You could run it, but can't hide it
So step aside it's the nigga that makes
Music for the streets
'Cause I love this mothafucka like
Pussy with no sheets, 'cause it's deep
Some niggas make it out the
Neighborhood and won't surface
They let the money make 'em nervous
What's the purpose?
A mothafucka sitting on fat
Who done came up out the hood
Money can't come back
Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame
On a mission to maintain me then 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 ki doing
Business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this mothafucka deeper
Fear the Reaper
That no man born of woman harm me
Fuck beat these niggas 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 loves me let it be
Stop looking at this mothafucka strange
And talking 'bout a mothafucking change
This is for my thug niggas

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'Face, imagine us working at McDonald's
To me and you
Selling fucking tapes to the Bahamas
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas
Twenty inch rims 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 niggas, can't be stopped
Got me mixing up dope with
Little Jay 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 niggas off
From New Orleans to California
Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)
Independent, black owned got 'em
Hooked on this cocaine
You used to see CEO’s in suit's and ties
But we young niggas in tennis shoes and diam'
Executive street millionaires
Niggas gonna be 'bout it
'bout 'til we gray in the wheel chair

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What do you get from boosting?
Niggas coming out from California
And represent them niggas in houston
And now 2Pac'll keep this shit popping
And all my niggas across the Bay, know LA
Keep this shit hot
I keep a Glock inside my pants
Don't give a chance
Put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards
Until the day I die, you catch
A nigga high off weed
The police can't find me
My shit is dropping and
I'll sell five million
While all the niggas enter the game
They caught up in this drug dealing
Now how can I fall? how can I ball?
How can I catch my enemies
And murder 'em all? My words of flame
Burn niggas inside their brain
Niggas can't hang with me
And nuttin's changes, uh
Scarface got me on this shit
We lace heat, mothafuckas in
They body and face, uh
Growing quicker, liquor, made me your daddy
Your nigga
Niggas don't wanna see me worldwide
Mob figure
MOB, Hennessy keep me g'd and ki'd
Niggas, don’t wanna see me
When I got weed in my system
Catch another victim, catchin' bodies
Bring a shotty to the fucking party, yeah
I party all night i do this shit 'cause it's
Wrong but we born right
And to these niggas in my zone
We do it long ways
'Til these bitches understand nigga my song
Pays 'cause I'm the man
Now these is my homeboys
We outlaws 'til the day we die
Keep this shit, rough and raw
My 45, make sho', that I survived
To another day
Just bust rhymes, and brothers get paid
Now that's the end of my freestyle
But it was left for dead
Buy my shit and you can
Hear it plain, West Side, niggas!

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