Текст песни Scarface f Doracell, Master P - Realest Niggas Down South
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Verse 1:(Scarface)Ghetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain silentniggaz strapped with 45`s and ain`t smilingAnd I`m driving to a place they`re all rome`the lake we build houses but its the hood we call homeIn the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it realwe focused on the dollar bill, stillThe outsiders tend to disrespect the placewhere niggaz do thier struggling die with a straight faceSurviving, under conditions demons dinin`you can run it but can`t hide it so step asideIts the nigga that makin` music for the streetscause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,cause its deepSome niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won`t circleand let the money make them nervous, what`s the purpose?A motherfucker sitting on fatWho done came up in the hood but he can`t come backFuck that, I remain in the street game frameon a mission to maintian me and take aimIn position to let my opposition know my lifecause off in these streets I keep it real but what`s right?Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeperI`m sinking in this motherfucker deeperFear the reaper that no man born or woman harm mefuck being a nigga in your army; though I`m a killerEnter the ghetto so that you can seewhat I mean when I say I love this cause it love meLet it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strangeand talking `bout a motherfucking changeThis 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`sand me and you selling fucking tapes in the BahamasGold slug, a car full of thug niggaztwenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealersNo Limit soldiers to the fullestsee I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huhReal ghetto niggaz can`t be stoppedgot me mixing up dope with little J down at Rap-A-LotMy phone tapped the feds on my tailgot me paying luxury taxes on everything I buildTrue to the ghetto that`s my lifeyou see that house on the lake its for the kids and the wifeYou can test me if you wannacause I be dumping niggaz off from New Orleans to CaliforniaRowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaineYou used to see C.E.O.`s in a suit and tiebut we young niggaz in tennis shoes and diamondsExecutive street millionairesniggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chairChorus x6Verse 3:(Doracell)It`s alive, and I`mma be tha muhfuckin` oneMake these niggas want someHere I comeDa Last DonNiggaz steady claiming thisTatted on my wrist since 86What tha fuck?I`m sitting in my cell block stuckListening to this shit my radio didShit, gotta change the situationWrite a letta to the warden mothafuck all this time wastingChasin` niggas wit my occupationClean across the nationLookin` for two-facinThe gangsta, the killa, and the dope-dealer all in oneNow past me my muthafuckin` gunNiggaz feelin` they invinsible Til` they dealin` wit tha muthafuckin` principleDoracell niggaI ain`t scared cause 2 pac got kiltI`m on tiltFeelin` the muthafuckin` guiltThug Nigga