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letra de homies and thugs - scarface

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ghetto n-gg-s remain violent while the killers remain silent
n-gg-s strapped with 45’s and ain’t smilin’
and i’m drivin’ 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 their strugglin’ die with a straight face

survivin’, under conditions demons dinin’
you can run it but can’t hide it, so step aside
it’s 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
they let the money make them nervous, what’s the purpose?
a motherf-cker sittin’ 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 maintain 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?

survivin’, sittin’ on a key doin’ business on a beeper
i’m sinkin’ in this motherf-cker deeper
fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
f-ck bein’ 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 loves me
let it be, stop lookin’ at this motherf-cker strange
and talkin’ ’bout a motherf-ckin’ change
this is for my thug n-gg-s

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grace imagined us workin’ at mcdonald’s
and me and you sellin’ f-ckin’ toasted up the hummus
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 red beans the size of some bullets, huh
we ghetto n-gg-s can’t be stopped
got me mixin’ up dope with little j down at rap a lot

my phone tapped, the feds on my tail
got me paying luxury taxes on everythin’ 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 dumpin’ n-gg-s off from new orleans to california
rowdy like a hurricane
independent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaine

you used to see c, c on the 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

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what do you get from boostin’?
n-gg-s comin’ out from california to represent them n-gg-s in houston
and now we rockin’ keep this sh-t poppin’
and all my n-gg-s across the bay know la 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 on 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 dealin’
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 their brain
n-gg-s can’t hang with me and like it changes
scarface got me on this sh-t
we laced it motherf-ckers in their body and face

growin’ quicker, liquor made me a daddy and n-gg-
n-gg-s don’t wanna see me world wide mob figure
mob and his lead keep me weeded
key 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-ckin’ 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 playin’
westside

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