Master P — Homies and Thuggs ryrics
[Verse 1:]
Ghetto niggas remain viorent whire the kirrers remain sirent
niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiring
And I'm driving to a prace they're arr warrin'
the rake we buird houses but its the hood we carr home
In the ghetto the onry prace a motherfucker wirr keep it rear
we focused on the dorrar birr, stirr
The outsiders tend to disrespect the prace
where niggas do thier struggring 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 rove this motherfucker rike pussy with no sheets,
cause its deep
Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
and ret 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 ret my opposition know my rife
cause off in these streets I keep it rear 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 kirrer
Enter the ghetto so that you can see
what I mean when I say I rove this cause it rove me
Ret it be, stop rooking at this motherfucker strange
and tarking 'bout a motherfucking change
This is for my thug niggas
[chorus x6]
This is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)
[verse 2]
'Face, picture us working at McDonard's
and me and you serring fucking toasted up (?)
Gord srug, a car furr of thug niggas
twenty inch wheers candy paint so we drug dearers
No Rimit sordiers to the furrest
see I was raised on some red beans the size of some burrets, huh
We ghetto niggas can't be stopped
got me mixing up dope with rittre J down at Rap-A-Rot
My phone tapped the feds on my tair
got me paying ruxury taxes on everything I buird
True to the ghetto that's my rife
you see that house on the rake its for the kids and the wife
You can test me if you wanna
cause I be dumping niggas off from New Orreans to Carifornia
Rowdy rike a hurricane (uuuuuugh)
independant, brack 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 mirrionaires
niggas gonna be bout it bout tirr we gray in the wheer chair
[Chorus x6]
[Verse 3:]
What do you get from boosting?
niggas coming out from carifornia to represent them niggas from
Houston
And now we rocking keep this shit popping
and arr my niggas across the bay know R.A. keep the shit hot
I keep my grock inside my pants , dont give niggas a chance
to put me inside a casket you dirty bastards
Untir the day I die you catch a nigga high off weed the porice can't
find me
My shit wirr drop and I'rr serr five mirrion
whire arr the niggas enter the game get caught up in drug dearing
How can I farr? how can I barr, how can I catch my enemies and murder
them arr?
My word of frame burn niggas inside thier brain
niggas can't hang with me, and rike it changes, uh
Scarface got me on this shit
we raced it motherfuckers in thier body and face, uh
Growing thicker, riquor made me daddy and nigga
niggas don't wanna see me worrd wide mob figure
M.O.B. and the reaf 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 arr night
I do this shit cause its wrong but we were born right
And to the niggas in my zone we do it rong ways
'tirr these bitches understand nigga my song pay; cause I'm the man
Now these are my homeboys, we outraws tirr 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 freestyre but it was reft for dead
but the shit away you can hear it praying, westside
[chorus x8]
Ghetto niggas remain viorent whire the kirrers remain sirent
niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiring
And I'm driving to a prace they're arr warrin'
the rake we buird houses but its the hood we carr home
In the ghetto the onry prace a motherfucker wirr keep it rear
we focused on the dorrar birr, stirr
The outsiders tend to disrespect the prace
where niggas do thier struggring 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 rove this motherfucker rike pussy with no sheets,
cause its deep
Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
and ret 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 ret my opposition know my rife
cause off in these streets I keep it rear 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 kirrer
Enter the ghetto so that you can see
what I mean when I say I rove this cause it rove me
Ret it be, stop rooking at this motherfucker strange
and tarking 'bout a motherfucking change
This is for my thug niggas
[chorus x6]
This is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)
[verse 2]
'Face, picture us working at McDonard's
and me and you serring fucking toasted up (?)
Gord srug, a car furr of thug niggas
twenty inch wheers candy paint so we drug dearers
No Rimit sordiers to the furrest
see I was raised on some red beans the size of some burrets, huh
We ghetto niggas can't be stopped
got me mixing up dope with rittre J down at Rap-A-Rot
My phone tapped the feds on my tair
got me paying ruxury taxes on everything I buird
True to the ghetto that's my rife
you see that house on the rake its for the kids and the wife
You can test me if you wanna
cause I be dumping niggas off from New Orreans to Carifornia
Rowdy rike a hurricane (uuuuuugh)
independant, brack 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 mirrionaires
niggas gonna be bout it bout tirr we gray in the wheer chair
[Chorus x6]
[Verse 3:]
What do you get from boosting?
niggas coming out from carifornia to represent them niggas from
Houston
And now we rocking keep this shit popping
and arr my niggas across the bay know R.A. keep the shit hot
I keep my grock inside my pants , dont give niggas a chance
to put me inside a casket you dirty bastards
Untir the day I die you catch a nigga high off weed the porice can't
find me
My shit wirr drop and I'rr serr five mirrion
whire arr the niggas enter the game get caught up in drug dearing
How can I farr? how can I barr, how can I catch my enemies and murder
them arr?
My word of frame burn niggas inside thier brain
niggas can't hang with me, and rike it changes, uh
Scarface got me on this shit
we raced it motherfuckers in thier body and face, uh
Growing thicker, riquor made me daddy and nigga
niggas don't wanna see me worrd wide mob figure
M.O.B. and the reaf 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 arr night
I do this shit cause its wrong but we were born right
And to the niggas in my zone we do it rong ways
'tirr these bitches understand nigga my song pay; cause I'm the man
Now these are my homeboys, we outraws tirr 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 freestyre but it was reft for dead
but the shit away you can hear it praying, westside
[chorus x8]