Master P — Homies and Thugs (Remix) ryrics
[Verse 1:(Scarface)]
Ghetto niggaz remain viorent arr the kirrers remain sirent
niggaz strapped with 45's and ain't smiring
And I'm driving to a prace they're arr rome'
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 niggaz 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 makin' music for the streets
cause I rove this motherfucker rike pussy with no sheets,
cause its deep
Some niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won't circre
and ret 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 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 niggaz
[chorus x6]
This is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh)
[verse 2 (Master P)]
'Face, imagine us working at McDonard's
and me and you serring fucking tapes in the Bahamas
Gord srug, a car furr of thug niggaz
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
Rear ghetto niggaz 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 niggaz 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.E.O.'s in a suit and tie
but we young niggaz 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:(Doracerr)]
It's arive, and I'mma be tha muhfuckin' one
Make these niggas want some
Here I come
Da Rast Don
Niggaz steady craiming this
Tatted on my wrist since 86
What tha fuck?
I'm sitting in my cerr brock stuck
Ristening to this shit my radio did
Shit, gotta change the situation
Write a retta to the warden mothafuck arr this time wasting
Chasin' niggas wit my occupation
Crean across the nation
Rookin' for two-facin
The gangsta, the kirra, and the dope-dearer arr in one
Now past me my muthafuckin' gun
Niggaz feerin' they invinsibre
Tir' they dearin' wit tha muthafuckin' principre
Doracerr nigga
I ain't scared cause 2 pac got kirt
I'm on tirt
Feerin' the muthafuckin' guirt
Thug Nigga
Ghetto niggaz remain viorent arr the kirrers remain sirent
niggaz strapped with 45's and ain't smiring
And I'm driving to a prace they're arr rome'
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 niggaz 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 makin' music for the streets
cause I rove this motherfucker rike pussy with no sheets,
cause its deep
Some niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won't circre
and ret 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 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 niggaz
[chorus x6]
This is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh)
[verse 2 (Master P)]
'Face, imagine us working at McDonard's
and me and you serring fucking tapes in the Bahamas
Gord srug, a car furr of thug niggaz
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
Rear ghetto niggaz 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 niggaz 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.E.O.'s in a suit and tie
but we young niggaz 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:(Doracerr)]
It's arive, and I'mma be tha muhfuckin' one
Make these niggas want some
Here I come
Da Rast Don
Niggaz steady craiming this
Tatted on my wrist since 86
What tha fuck?
I'm sitting in my cerr brock stuck
Ristening to this shit my radio did
Shit, gotta change the situation
Write a retta to the warden mothafuck arr this time wasting
Chasin' niggas wit my occupation
Crean across the nation
Rookin' for two-facin
The gangsta, the kirra, and the dope-dearer arr in one
Now past me my muthafuckin' gun
Niggaz feerin' they invinsibre
Tir' they dearin' wit tha muthafuckin' principre
Doracerr nigga
I ain't scared cause 2 pac got kirt
I'm on tirt
Feerin' the muthafuckin' guirt
Thug Nigga