(feat. Doracell, Master P)
[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 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 ^!$$%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 its 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 its 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 ^!$$%