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scarface – homies and thuggs كلمات اغاني

verse 1:

ghetto n-gg-s remain violent while the killers remain silent
n-gg-s strapped with 45’s and ain’t smiling
and i’m driving to a place they’re all warrin’
the lake we build houses but it’s 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-s 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 makes music for the streets
cause i love this motherf-cker like p-ssy with no sheets,
cause it’s deep
some n-gg-s make it out the neighborhood and won’t surface
and let the money make them nervous, what’s the purpose?
a motherf-cker sitting on fat
he 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-s

(chorus x6)

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

verse 2

‘face, picture us working at mcdonald’s
and me and you selling f-cking toasted up (?)
gold slug, a car full of thug n-gg-s
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
we ghetto n-gg-s 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 it’s for the kids and the wife
you can test me if you wanna
cause i be dumping n-gg-s 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 in a suit and tie
but we young n-gg-s 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:

what do you get from boosting?
n-gg-s coming out from california to represent them n-gg-s from
houston
and now we rocking keep this sh-t popping
and all my n-gg-s across the bay know l.a. keep the sh-t hot
i keep my glock inside my pants , don’t give n-gg-s a chance
to put me inside a casket you dirty b-st-rds
until the day i die you catch a n-gg- high off weed the police can’t
find me
my sh-t will drop and i’ll sell five million
while all the n-gg-s enter the game get caught up in drug dealing
how can i fall? how can i ball, how can i catch my enemies and murder
them all?
my word of flame burn n-gg-s inside thier brain
n-gg-s can’t hang with me, and like it changes, uh
scarface got me on this sh-t
we laced it motherf-ckers in thier body and face, uh
growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and n-gg-
n-gg-s don’t wanna see me world wide mob figure
m.o.b. and the leaf keep me weeded
them n-gg-s don’t wanna see me when i got weed in my system
catch another victim, capture bodies
bring a shottie to the f-cking party, yeah
i party all night
i do this sh-t cause it’s wrong but we were born right
and to the n-gg-s in my zone we do it long ways
’till these b-tches understand n-gg- my song pay; cause i’m the man
now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die
keep this sh-t 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 freestyle but it was left for dead
but the sh-t away you can hear it playing, westside

chorus x8

- scarface

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