| No Limit motherfuckin' soldiers
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| And the Rap-A-Lot crime family
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| Scarface
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| Master P
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| They ain’t ready for this y’all
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| Yeah
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| Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent
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| Niggas strapped with 45's and ain’t smilin'
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| And I’m drivin' to a place they’re all warrin'
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| The lake we build houses but it’s the hood we call home
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| In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real
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| We focused on the dollar bill, still
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| The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
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| Where niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight face
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| Survivin', under conditions demons died in
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| You can run it but can’t hide it, so step aside
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| It’s the nigga that makes music for the streets
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| 'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets
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| 'Cause it’s deep
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| Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won’t surface
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| They let the money make them nervous, what’s the purpose?
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| A motherfucker sittin' on fat
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| He came up in the hood but he can’t come back
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| Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame
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| On a mission to maintain me and take aim
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| In position to let my opposition know my life
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| 'Cause off in these streets I keep it real, but what’s right?
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| Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper
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| I’m sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper
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| Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me
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| Fuck bein' niggas in your army
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| Though I’m a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see
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| What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me
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| Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange
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| And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change
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| This is for my thug niggas
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| Face imagined us workin' at McDonald’s
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| And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus
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| Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas
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| Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers
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| No limit soldiers to the fullest
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| See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh
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| We ghetto niggas can’t be stopped
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| Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at Rap-A-Lot
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| My phone tapped, the feds on my tail
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| Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build
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| True to the ghetto that’s my life
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| You see that house on the lake it’s for the kids and the wife
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| You can test me if you wanna
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| 'Cause I be dumpin' niggas off from New Orleans to California
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| Rowdy like a hurricane
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| Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaine
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| You used to see C, C on the suit and tie
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| But we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds
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| Executive street millionaires
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| Niggas gonna be 'bout it, 'bout till we gray in the wheel chair
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| What do you get from boostin'?
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| Niggas comin' out from California to represent them niggas in Houston
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| And now we rockin' keep this shit poppin'
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| And all my niggas across the bay know LA keep the shit hot
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| I keep my Glock inside my pants, don’t give niggas a chance
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| To put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards
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| Until the day I die, you catch a nigga high on weed
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| The police can’t find me
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| My shit will drop and I’ll sell five million
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| While all the niggas enter the game, get caught up in drug dealin'
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| How can I fall? |
| How can I ball?
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| How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?
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| My word of flame burn niggas inside their brain
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| Niggas can’t hang with me and like it changes
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| Scarface got me on this shit
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| We laced it motherfuckers in their body and face, uh
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| Growin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga
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| Niggas don’t wanna see me world wide mob figure
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| MOB and his lead keep me weeded
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| Key niggas don’t wanna see me when I got weed
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| In my system
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| Catch another victim, capture bodies
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| Bring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah
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| I party all night
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| I do this shit 'cause it’s wrong but we were born right
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| And to these niggas in my zone we do it long ways
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| 'Till these bitches understand, nigga my song pay
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| 'Cause I’m the man
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| Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die
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| Keep this shit rough and raw my 45
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| Make sure that I survive to another day
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| To bust rhymes which from I get paid
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| Now that’s the end of my freestyle
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| But it was left for dead
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| Buy the shit and you can hear it playin'
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| Westside niggas
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh)
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| This one for the homies and thug niggas (Uh) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Homies & Thugs , by - Scarface. Song from the album Greatest Hits, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп