Homies And Thuggs

<br>Verse 1:<br><br>Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent<br>niggas strapped with 45`s and ain`t smiling<br>And I`m driving to a place they`re all warrin`<br>the lake we build houses but its the hood we call home<br>In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real<br>we focused on the dollar bill, still<br>The outsiders tend to disrespect the place<br>where niggas do thier struggling die with a straight face<br>Surviving, under conditions demons dinin`<br>you can run it but can`t hide it so step aside<br>Its the nigga that makes music for the streets<br>cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,<br>cause its deep<br>Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won`t surface<br>and let the money make them nervous, what`s the purpose?<br>A motherfucker sitting on fat<br>he came up in the hood but he can`t come back<br>Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame<br>on a mission to maintian me and take aim<br>In position to let my opposition know my life<br>cause off in these streets I keep it real but what`s right?<br>Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper<br>I`m sinking in this motherfucker deeper<br>Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me<br>fuck being a nigga in your army; though I`m a killer<br>Enter the ghetto so that you can see<br>what I mean when I say I love this cause it love me<br>Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange<br>and talking `bout a motherfucking change<br>This is for my thug niggas<br><br>(chorus x6)<br><br>This is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)<br><br>verse 2<br><br>`Face, picture us working at McDonald`s<br>and me and you selling fucking toasted up (?)<br>Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas<br>twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers<br>No Limit soldiers to the fullest<br>see I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh<br>We ghetto niggas can`t be stopped<br>got me mixing up dope with little J down at Rap-A-Lot<br>My phone tapped the feds on my tail<br>got me paying luxury taxes on everything I build<br>True to the ghetto that`s my life<br>you see that house on the lake its for the kids and the wife<br>You can test me if you wanna<br>cause I be dumping niggas off from New Orleans to California<br>Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)<br>independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine<br>You used to see C in a suit and tie<br>but we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds<br>Executive street millionaires<br>niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair<br><br>Chorus x6<br><br>Verse 3:<br><br>What do you get from boosting?<br>niggas coming out from california to represent them niggas from <br>Houston<br>And now we rocking keep this shit popping<br>and all my niggas across the bay know L.A. keep the shit hot<br>I keep my glock inside my pants , dont give niggas a chance<br>to put me inside a casket you dirty bastards<br>Until the day I die you catch a nigga high off weed the police can`t <br>find me<br>My shit will drop and I`ll sell five million<br>while all the niggas enter the game get caught up in drug dealing<br>How can I fall? how can I ball, how can I catch my enemies and murder <br>them all?<br>My word of flame burn niggas inside thier brain<br>niggas can`t hang with me, and like it changes, uh<br>Scarface got me on this shit<br>we laced it motherfuckers in thier body and face, uh<br>Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and nigga<br>niggas don`t wanna see me world wide mob figure<br>M.O.B. and the leaf keep me weeded<br>them niggas don`t wanna see me when i got weed in my system<br>Catch another victim, capture bodies<br>bring a shottie to the fucking party, yeah<br>I party all night<br>I do this shit cause its wrong but we were born right<br>And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways<br>`till these bitches understand nigga my song pay; cause I`m the man<br>Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die <br>keep this shit rough and raw my 45<br>Make sure that I survive to another day <br>to bust rhymes which from I get paid <br>Now that`s the end of my freestyle but it was left for dead<br>but the shit away you can hear it playing, westside<br><br>chorus x8