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master p - homies and thugs (remix) كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1:(scarface)]
ghetto n-gg-z remain violent all the killers remain silent
n-gg-z 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 motherf-cker will keep it real
we focused on the dollar bill, still
the outsiders tend to disrespect the place
where n-gg-z 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 n-gg- that makin’ music for the streets
cause i love this motherf-cker like p-ssy with no sheets,
cause its deep
some n-gg-z make it out the neighborhood and won’t circle
and let the money make them nervous, what’s the purpose?
a motherf-cker sitting on fat
who done came up in the hood but he can’t come back
f-ck 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 motherf-cker deeper
fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
f-ck being a n-gg- 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 motherf-cker strange
and talking ’bout a motherf-cking change
this is for my thug n-gg-z

[chorus x6]

this is for my homies and my thug n-gg-z (uuuuugh)

[verse 2 (master p)]
‘face, imagine us working at mcdonald’s
and me and you selling f-cking tapes in the bahamas
gold slug, a car full of thug n-gg-z
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 n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z in tennis shoes and diamonds
executive street millionaires
n-gg-s 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 muhf-ckin’ one
make these n-gg-s want some
here i come
da last don
n-gg-z steady claiming this
tatted on my wrist since 86
what tha f-ck?
i’m sitting in my cell block stuck
listening to this sh-t my radio did
sh-t, gotta change the situation
write a letta to the warden mothaf-ck all this time wasting
chasin’ n-gg-s 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 m-th-f-ckin’ gun
n-gg-z feelin’ they invinsible
til’ they dealin’ wit tha m-th-f-ckin’ principle
doracell n-gg-
i ain’t scared cause 2 pac got kilt
i’m on tilt
feelin’ the m-th-f-ckin’ guilt
thug n-gg-

- master p

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