Текст (слова) песни: Master P - Homies and Thugs (Remix)

[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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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Master P - Homies and Thugs (Remix) [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 Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Homies and Thugs (Remix): http://musworld.ru/music/eng/112/1/4973.html Все тексты песен: Master P » Master P - Bourbans and `Llacs » Master P - Meal Ticket » Master P - Some Jack » Master P - No Limit Soldiers II » Master P - Stop Playing Wit Me » Master P - Anything Goes » Master P - The Farm » Master P - Best Hustler » Master P - Ghetto Honeys » Master P - Eyes on Your Enemies » Master P - Foolish » Master P - Itch or Scratch » Master P - Let`s Get Em » Master P - Rich and Dangerous » Master P - I Miss My Homies » Master P - Is There a Heaven 4 a Gangsta? » Master P - Crazy Bout Ya » Master P - Paper Chasing » Master P - Ooh Shit » Master P - Ain`t Nothing Changed Рекомендуем скачать: » Игорь Михалёв - Песня московских пожарников (Ю.Киму) » Игорь Андриенко - Аврора » Игорь Белый - Фата-моргана » Ирина Терентьева - День сменяется ночью... » Ирина Терентьева - Мне надо выбрать... » Игорь Тальков - Сцена » Игорь Рабин - Песня старого пса (Саше Зевелёву) » Ирина Аллегрова - Дон Жуан » Игорь Тальков - Стоп, думаю себе » Игорь Бяльский - Пока автобусы взрывались... » Игорь Кузьмин - Песня для завтра » Игорь Андриенко - Самоуничтожение » Игорь Решетов - В свободу моря улиц не зови Am6 Am6#5 Am6 Am6#5... » И.Салтыкова - Я твоя » Игорь Андриенко - Мне надоело твое тело » Игорь Белый - Мой мир » Игорь Жук - Вторжение » Игорь Андриенко - Смерть с распущенными волосами » Иван Купала - Сваточки » Игорь Тальков - В океане непонимания
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