Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Homies and Thugs, artist - Scarface. Date of issue: 04.10.2010
Song language: English
Homies and Thugs |
| No Limit motherfuckin' soldiers |
| And the Rap-A-Lot crime family |
| Scarface |
| Master P |
| They ain’t ready for this y’all |
| Yeah |
| 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 motherfucker 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 died in |
| 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 motherfucker 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 motherfucker sittin' on fat |
| He came up in the hood but he can’t come back |
| Fuck 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 motherfucker deeper |
| Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me |
| Fuck bein' niggas 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 motherfucker strange |
| And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change |
| This is for my thug niggas |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| Face imagined us workin' at McDonald’s |
| And me and you sellin' fuckin' 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 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' 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 (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| What do you get from boostin'? |
| Niggas comin' out from California to represent them niggas in Houston |
| And 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 motherfuckers in their body and face, uh |
| 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 fuckin' party, yeah |
| I party all night |
| I do this shit 'cause it’s wrong but we were born right |
| And to these 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 |
| Buy the shit and you can hear it playin' |
| Westside niggas |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |