Homies & Thuggs

Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent
 niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
 And I'm driving to a place they're all warrin'
 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 niggas 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 makes music for the streets
 cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,
 cause its deep
 Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
 and let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
 A motherfucker sitting on fat
 he 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 niggas
 This is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)
 'Face, picture us working at McDonald's
 and me and you selling fucking toasted up (?)
 Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas
 twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers
 No Limit soldiers to the fullest
 see I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh
 We ghetto niggas 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 niggas 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 in a 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 chair
 x6
 What do you get from boosting?
 niggas coming out from california to represent them niggas from
 Houston
 And now we rocking keep this shit popping
 and all my niggas across the bay know L.A. keep the shit hot
 I 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 off weed the police can't
 find me
 My shit will drop and I'll sell five million
 while all the niggas enter the game get caught up in drug dealing
 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 thier brain
 niggas can't hang with me, and like it changes, uh
 Scarface got me on this shit
 we laced it motherfuckers in thier body and face, uh
 Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and nigga
 niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure
 M.O.B. and the leaf keep me weeded
 them niggas don't wanna see me when i got weed in my system
 Catch another victim, capture bodies
 bring a shottie to the fucking party, yeah
 I 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 I'm the man
 Now 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 paid
 Now that's the end of my freestyle but it was left for dead
 but the shit away you can hear it playing, westside
 x8