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MASTER P lyrics : "Homies And Thugs"

(feat. 2Pac, Scarface)
[Verse 1: Scarface]
Ghetto ^!$$%z remain violent all the killers remain silent

^!$$%z 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 it's the hood we call home

In the ghetto the only place a mother$#&@er will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place

Where ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$% that makin' music for the streets
Cause I love this mother$#&@er like #~!!@ with no sheets,
Cause it's deep

Some ^!$$%z make it out the neighborhood and won't circle
And let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A mother$#&@er sitting on fat

Who done came up in the hood but he can't come back
$#&@ 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 mother$#&@er deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
$#&@ being a ^!$$% 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 mother$#&@er strange

And talking 'bout a mother$#&@ing change
This is for my thug ^!$$%z


[Chorus x6]
This is for my homies and my thug ^!$$%z (uuuuugh)


[Verse 2: Master P]
'face, imagine us working at mcdonald's
And me and you selling $#&@ing tapes in the bahamas

Gold slug, a car full of thug ^!$$%z
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 ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z 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 ^!$$%z in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
^!$$%s 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 muh$#&@in' one
Make these ^!$$%s want some

Here I come
Da last don
^!$$%z steady claiming this

Tatted on my wrist since 86
What tha $#&@?
I'm sitting in my cell block stuck

Listening to this %#@! my radio did
%#@!, gotta change the situation
Write a letta to the warden motha$#&@ all this time wasting

Chasin' ^!$$%s 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 mutha$#&@in' gun
^!$$%z feelin' they invinsible
Til' they dealin' wit tha mutha$#&@in' principle
Doracell ^!$$%

I ain't scared cause 2 pac got kilt
I'm on tilt
Feelin' the mutha$#&@in' guilt
Thug ^!$$%

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