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Uncensored ( Full Screen ) Album : My Homies ( 1998 ) Producer : Scarface [ Scarface ] Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent niggas 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 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 niggas 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 makes music for the streets cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets, cause its deep Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface and let 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 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 motherfucking change This is for my thug niggas [chorus x6] This is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh) [ Master P ] 'Face imagine us working at McDonald's and me and you selling fucking tapes n the bahamas Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas 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 niggas 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 niggas off from New Orleans to California Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh) independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine You used to see CEO's in a suit and tie but now we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds Executive street millionaires niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair [Chorus x6] [ Tupac ] What do you get from boosting? niggas coming out from california to represent them niggas from Houston And now we rocking keep this shit popping and all my niggas across the bay know L.A. keep the shit hot I keep my glock inside my pants , dont give niggas a chance to put me inside a casket you dirty bastards Until the day I die you catch a nigga high off weed the police can't find me My shit will drop and I'll sell five million while all the niggas 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 niggas inside thier brain niggas can't hang with me, and like it changes, uh Scarface got me on this shit we laced it motherfuckers in thier body and face, uh Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and nigga niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure M.O.B. and the leaf 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 all night I do this shit cause its wrong but we were born right And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways 'till these bitches understand nigga my song pay; cause I'm the man Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till 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 freestyle but it was left for dead but the shit away you can hear it pl...