Lyrics
Ghetto *************s remain violent while the killers remain silent
*************s 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 mother******* will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
Where *************s 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 ************* that makes music for the streets
'Cause I love this mother******* like ************* with no sheets
'Cause it's deep
Some *************s make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
They let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A mother******* sittin' 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 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 mother******* deeper
Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me
************* bein' 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 loves me
Let it be, stop lookin' at this mother******* strange
And talkin' 'bout a mother******' change
This is for my thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's
And me and you sellin' ******' toasted up the hummus
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 red beans the size of some bullets, huh
We ghetto *************s can't be stopped
Got me mixin' up **** with little J down at rap a lot
My phone tapped, the feds on my tail
Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' 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 dumpin' *************s off from New Orleans to California
Rowdy like a hurricane
Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this *******
You used to see C, C on the 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
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
What do you get from boostin'?
*************s comin' out from California to represent them *************s in Houston
And now we rockin' keep this *************t poppin'
And all my *************s across the bay know LA keep the *************t hot
I keep my glock inside my pants, don't give *************s a chance
To put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards
Until the day I die, you catch a ************* high on *******
The police can't find me
My *************t will drop and I'll sell five million
While all the *************s 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 *************s inside their brain
*************s can't hang with me and like it changes
Scarface got me on this *************t
We laced it mother*******s in their body and face
Growin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and *************
*************s don't wanna see me world wide mob figure
MOB and his lead keep me *******ed
Key *************s don't wanna see me when I got *******
In my system
Catch another victim, capture bodies
Bring a shottie to the ******' party, yeah
I party all night
I do this *************t 'cause it's wrong but we were born right
And to the *************s in my zone we do it long ways
'Till these ******* understand ************* my song pay
â€~Cause I'm the man
Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die
Keep this *************t 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 *************t away you can hear it playin'
Westside
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
*************s 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 mother******* will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
Where *************s 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 ************* that makes music for the streets
'Cause I love this mother******* like ************* with no sheets
'Cause it's deep
Some *************s make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
They let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A mother******* sittin' 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 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 mother******* deeper
Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me
************* bein' 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 loves me
Let it be, stop lookin' at this mother******* strange
And talkin' 'bout a mother******' change
This is for my thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's
And me and you sellin' ******' toasted up the hummus
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 red beans the size of some bullets, huh
We ghetto *************s can't be stopped
Got me mixin' up **** with little J down at rap a lot
My phone tapped, the feds on my tail
Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' 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 dumpin' *************s off from New Orleans to California
Rowdy like a hurricane
Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this *******
You used to see C, C on the 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
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
What do you get from boostin'?
*************s comin' out from California to represent them *************s in Houston
And now we rockin' keep this *************t poppin'
And all my *************s across the bay know LA keep the *************t hot
I keep my glock inside my pants, don't give *************s a chance
To put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards
Until the day I die, you catch a ************* high on *******
The police can't find me
My *************t will drop and I'll sell five million
While all the *************s 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 *************s inside their brain
*************s can't hang with me and like it changes
Scarface got me on this *************t
We laced it mother*******s in their body and face
Growin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and *************
*************s don't wanna see me world wide mob figure
MOB and his lead keep me *******ed
Key *************s don't wanna see me when I got *******
In my system
Catch another victim, capture bodies
Bring a shottie to the ******' party, yeah
I party all night
I do this *************t 'cause it's wrong but we were born right
And to the *************s in my zone we do it long ways
'Till these ******* understand ************* my song pay
â€~Cause I'm the man
Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die
Keep this *************t 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 *************t away you can hear it playin'
Westside
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
This one for the homies and thug *************s
