Homies & Thugs (Explicit) - Scarface/Master p/2Pac (图派克)

Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent

Strapped Niggas with 45's and t ainsmiling'

And I'm driving 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**ker will keep it real

We focused on the dollar bill still

The outsiders tend to disrespect the place

Where niggas 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 ni**a that makes music for the streets

Cause I love this motherf**ker like sheets

P**sy with no

Cause it's deep

Some niggas make it out the neighborhood

And won't surface

And let the money make them nervous

What's the purpose

A motherf**ker sitting on fat

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

F**k 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**ker deeper

Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me

F**k being a ni**a 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 motherf**ker strange

And talking 'bout a motherf**king change

This is for my thug niggas

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

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

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

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

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

This is for my homies and my thug niggas

'Face picture us working at McDonald's

And me and you selling f**king toasted up

Gold slug a car full of thug niggas

Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we ** dealers

No Limit soldiers to the fullest

See I was raised on some red beans

The size of some bullets huh

We ghetto niggas can't be stopped

Got me mixing up d**e 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 niggas off from New Orleans to California

Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)

Independant black owned got them hooked on this coc*ine

You used to see C in a suit and tie

But we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds

Executive street millionaires

Niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

This is for my homies and my thug niggaz