[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 motherfucker changed
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 dealers
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
