Homies and Thugs (Remix)

[Verse 1: Scarface]

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 they struggling die with a straight face

Surviving, under conditions demons died in

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

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 maintain 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 loves me

Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange

And talking 'bout a motherfucking change

This is for my thug niggas

[Chorus: Master P]

This one for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)

This one for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)

This one for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)

This one for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)

This one for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)

This one for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)

[Verse 2: Master P]

'Face, imagine us working at McDonald's

To me and you, selling fucking, tapes to the Bahamas

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 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)

Independent, black owned got 'em hooked on this cocaine

You used to see CEO’s in suits and ties

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

(Chorus: Master P]

This one for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)

This one for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)

This one for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)

This one for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)

This one for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)

This one for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)

[Verse 3: Doracell]

It's alive, and I'mma be tha muhfuckin' one

Make these niggas want some

Here I come

Da Last Don

Niggas 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

Niggas feelin' they invincible

Til' they dealin' wit tha muthafuckin' principle

Doracell nigga

I ain't scared cause 2Pac got killed

I'm on tilt

Feelin' the muthafuckin' guilt

Thug Nigga