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Scarface - Homies And Thugs lyrics
f/ Doracell, Master P
 Verse 1:
 (Scarface)
 Ghetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain silent
 niggaz strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
 And I'm driving to a place they're all rome'
 the lake we build houses but its the hood we call home
 In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real
 we focused on the dollar bill, still
 The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
 where niggaz 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 nigga that makin' music for the streets
 cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,
 cause its deep
 Some niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won't circle
 and let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
 A motherfucker sitting on fat
 Who done came up in the hood but he can't come back
 Fuck 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 motherfucker deeper
 Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
 fuck being a nigga 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 motherfucker strange
 and talking 'bout a motherfucking change
 This 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's
 and me and you selling fucking tapes in the Bahamas
 Gold slug, a car full of thug niggaz
 twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealersScarface - Homies And Thugs - http://motolyrics.com/scarface/homies-and-thugs-lyrics.html
 No Limit soldiers to the fullest
 see I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh
 Real ghetto niggaz can't be stopped
 got me mixing up dope 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 its for the kids and the wife
 You can test me if you wanna
 cause I be dumping niggaz off from New Orleans to California
 Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)
 independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine
 You used to see C.E.O.'s in a suit and tie
 but we young niggaz in tennis shoes and diamonds
 Executive street millionaires
 niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair
Chorus x6
 Verse 3:
 (Doracell)
 It's alive, and I'mma be tha muhfuckin' one
 Make these niggas want some
 Here I come
 Da Last Don
 Niggaz steady claiming this
 Tatted on my wrist since 86
 What tha fuck?
 I'm sitting in my cell block stuck
 Listening to this shit my radio did
 Shit, gotta change the situation
 Write a letta to the warden mothafuck all this time wasting
 Chasin' niggas wit my occupation
 Clean across the nation
 Lookin' for two-facin
 The gangsta, the killa, and the dope-dealer all in one
 Now past me my muthafuckin' gun
 Niggaz feelin' they invinsible
 Til' they dealin' wit tha muthafuckin' principle
 Doracell nigga
 I ain't scared cause 2 pac got kilt
 I'm on tilt
 Feelin' the muthafuckin' guilt
 Thug Nigga














