[Verse 1:]

Ghetto ^!$$%s remain violent while the killers remain silent

^!$$%s 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 mother$#&@er will keep it real
we focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place

where ^!$$%s 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 makes music for the streets
cause I love this mother$#&@er like #~!!@ with no sheets,
cause its deep

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

he 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 ^!$$%s


[chorus x6]

This is for my homies and my thug ^!$$%s (uuuuugh)


[verse 2]


'Face, picture us working at McDonald's
and me and you selling $#&@ing toasted up (?)
Gold slug, a car full of thug ^!$$%s

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 ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s 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 in a suit and tie
but we young ^!$$%s 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:]


What do you get from boosting?
^!$$%s coming out from california to represent them ^!$$%s from

Houston
And now we rocking keep this %#@! popping
and all my ^!$$%s across the bay know L.A. keep the %#@! hot

I keep my glock inside my pants , dont give ^!$$%s a chance
to put me inside a casket you dirty !@$(s
Until the day I die you catch a ^!$$% high off weed the police can't

find me
My %#@! will drop and I'll sell five million
while all the ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$%s inside thier brain
^!$$%s can't hang with me, and like it changes, uh
Scarface got me on this %#@!

we laced it mother$#&@ers in thier body and face, uh
Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and ^!$$%
^!$$%s don't wanna see me world wide mob figure
M.O.B. and the leaf keep me weeded
them ^!$$%s don't wanna see me when i got weed in my system

Catch another victim, capture bodies
bring a shottie to the $#&@ing party, yeah
I party all night
I do this %#@! cause its wrong but we were born right
And to the ^!$$%s in my zone we do it long ways

'till these (*##$es understand ^!$$% my song pay; cause I'm the man
Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die
keep this %#@! 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 %#@! away you can hear it playing, westside

[chorus x8]