Текст песни Scarface f. Master P. and 2pac - Homies and Thuggs
Scarface f. Master P. and 2pac - Homies and Thuggs слова песни
Verse 1:Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silentniggas strapped with 45`s and ain`t smilingAnd I`m driving to a place they`re all warrin`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 niggas 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 makes music for the streetscause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,cause its deepSome niggas make it out the neighborhood and won`t surfaceand let the money make them nervous, what`s the purpose?A motherfucker sitting on fathe 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 niggas(chorus x6)This is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)verse 2`Face, picture us working at McDonald`sand me and you selling fucking toasted up (?)Gold slug, a car full of thug niggastwenty 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, huhWe ghetto niggas 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 niggas off from New Orleans to CaliforniaRowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaineYou used to see C in a suit and tiebut we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamondsExecutive street millionairesniggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chairChorus x6Verse 3:What do you get from boosting?niggas coming out from california to represent them niggas from HoustonAnd now we rocking keep this shit poppingand all my niggas across the bay know L.A. keep the shit hotI keep my glock inside my pants , dont give niggas a chanceto put me inside a casket you dirty bastardsUntil the day I die you catch a nigga high off weed the police can`t find meMy shit will drop and I`ll sell five millionwhile all the niggas enter the game get caught up in drug dealingHow can I fall? how can I ball, how can I catch my enemies and murder them all?My word of flame burn niggas inside thier brainniggas can`t hang with me, and like it changes, uhScarface got me on this shitwe laced it motherfuckers in thier body and face, uhGrowing thicker, liquor made me daddy and nigganiggas don`t wanna see me world wide mob figureM.O.B. and the leaf keep me weededthem niggas don`t wanna see me when i got weed in my systemCatch another victim, capture bodiesbring a shottie to the fucking party, yeahI party all nightI do this shit cause its wrong but we were born rightAnd to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways`till these bitches understand nigga my song pay; cause I`m the manNow these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die keep this shit rough and raw my 45Make sure that I survive to another day to bust rhymes which from I get paid Now that`s the end of my freestyle but it was left for deadbut the shit away you can hear it playing, westsidechorus x8