Homies & Thuggs - The Original

Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent

Niggas 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 motherfucker will keep it real

We focused on the dollar bill, still

The outsiders tend to disrespect the place

Where niggas 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 nigga that makes music for the streets'

Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets'

Cause it’s deep

Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won’t surface

They let the money make them nervous, what’s the purpose?

A motherfucker sittin' 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 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 motherfucker deeper

Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me

Fuck bein' 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 loves me

Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange

And talkin' ’bout a motherfuckin' change

This is for my thug niggas

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Grace imagined us workin' at

McDonald’s

And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus

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 red beans the size of some bullets, huh

We ghetto niggas 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 buildTrue 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' niggas 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 niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds

Executive street millionaires

Niggas gonna be 'bout it, 'bout till we gray in the wheel chair

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What do you get from boostin'?

Niggas comin' out from

California to represent them niggas in

HoustonAnd now we rockin' keep this shit poppin'

And all my niggas across the bay know

LA keep the shit hot

I keep my glock inside my pants, don’t give niggas a chance

To put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards

Until the day

I die, you catch a nigga high on 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 dealin'

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 their brain

Niggas can’t hang with me and like it changes

Scarface got me on this shit

We laced it motherfuckers in their body and face

Growin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga

Niggas don’t wanna see me world wide mob figure

MOB and his lead keep me weeded

Key niggas don’t wanna see me when

I got weed

In my system

Catch another victim, capture bodies

Bring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah

I party all night

I do this shit 'cause it’s 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 playin'

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