| 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 mother****er 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 mother****er 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 mother****er 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****er deeper | |
| Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me | |
| **** 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 mother****er strange | |
| And talkin' ’bout a mother****in' change | |
| This is for my thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| Grace imagined us workin' at | |
| McDonald’s | |
| And me and you sellin' ****in' 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 | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| 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 mother****ers 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 ****in' 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' | |
| WestsideThis one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas |
| 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 mother er 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 mother er 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 mother er 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 er deeper | |
| Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me | |
| 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 mother er strange | |
| And talkin' ' bout a mother in' change | |
| This is for my thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| Grace imagined us workin' at | |
| McDonald' s | |
| And me and you sellin' in' 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 | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| 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 mother ers 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 in' 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' | |
| WestsideThis one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas |
| 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 mother er 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 mother er 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 mother er 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 er deeper | |
| Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me | |
| 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 mother er strange | |
| And talkin' ' bout a mother in' change | |
| This is for my thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| Grace imagined us workin' at | |
| McDonald' s | |
| And me and you sellin' in' 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 | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| 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 mother ers 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 in' 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' | |
| WestsideThis one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas | |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas |
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