Homies & Thugs

Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent
Niggas strapped with 45s and aint smilin'
And Im drivin' to a place theyre all warrin
The lake we build houses but its the hood we call homeIn 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 niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight faceSurvivin', under conditions demons dinin
You can run it but cant hide it, so step aside
Its the nigga that makes music for the streets
'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets
'Cause its deepSome niggas make it out the neighborhood and wont surface
They let the money make them nervous, whats the purpose?
A motherfucker sittin' on fat
He came up in the hood but he cant come backFuck that, I remain in the street game frame
On a mission to maintain me and take aim
In position to let my opposition know my life
'Cause off in these streets I keep it real but whats right?Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper
Im sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper
Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me
Fuck bein' a nigga in your armyThough Im a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see
What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me
Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange
And talkin' bout a motherfuckin' change
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This one for the homies and thug niggasGrace imagined us workin' at McDonalds
And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas
Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealersNo limit soldiers to the fullest
See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh
We ghetto niggas cant be stopped
Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lotMy phone tapped, the feds on my tail
Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build
True to the ghetto thats my life
You see that house on the lake its for the kids and the wifeYou can test me if you wanna
'Cause I be dumpin' niggas off from New Orleans to California
Rowdy like a hurricane
Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaineYou used to see C, C on the 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 chairThis one for the homies and thug niggas
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Niggas comin' out from California to represent them niggas in Houston
And now we rockin' keep this shit poppin'
And all my niggas across the bay know LA keep the shit hotI keep my glock inside my pants, dont give niggas a chance
To put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards
Until the day I die, you catch a nigga high on weed
The police cant find meMy shit will drop and Ill sell five million
While all the niggas enter the game, get caught up in drug dealin'
How can I fall? How can I ball?
How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?My word of flame burn niggas inside their brain
Niggas cant hang with me and like it changes
Scarface got me on this shit
We laced it motherfuckers in their body and faceGrowin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga
Niggas dont wanna see me world wide mob figure
MOB and his lead keep me weeded
Key niggas dont wanna see me when I got weedIn my system
Catch another victim, capture bodies
Bring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeahI party all night
I do this shit 'cause its wrong but we were born right
And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways
Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay
Cause Im the manNow these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die
Keep this shit rough and raw my 45
Make sure that I survive to another day
To bust rhymes which from I get paidNow thats the end of my freestyle
But it was left for dead
But the shit away you can hear it playin'
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