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[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
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