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f/ Doracell, Master P

Verse 1:

(Scarface)

Ghetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain silent

niggaz 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 motherfucker will keep it real

we focused on the dollar bill, still

The outsiders tend to disrespect the place

where niggaz 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 makin' music for the streets

cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,

cause its deep

Some niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won't circle

and let 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 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 niggaz

(chorus x6)

This is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh)

verse 2

(Master P)

'Face, imagine us working at McDonald's

and me and you selling fucking tapes in the Bahamas

Gold slug, a car full of thug niggaz

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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz in tennis shoes and diamonds

Executive street millionaires

niggas 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 muhfuckin' one

Make these niggas want some

Here I come

Da Last Don

Niggaz steady claiming this

Tatted on my wrist since 86

What tha fuck?

I'm sitting in my cell block stuck

Listening to this shit my radio did

Shit, gotta change the situation

Write a letta to the warden mothafuck all this time wasting

Chasin' niggas 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 muthafuckin' gun

Niggaz feelin' they invinsible

Til' they dealin' wit tha muthafuckin' principle

Doracell nigga

I ain't scared cause 2 pac got kilt

I'm on tilt

Feelin' the muthafuckin' guilt

Thug Nigga

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