Homies & Thuggs (remix) Lyrics - My Homies - Scarface

Ghetto niggas remain violent 

While the killers remain silent 

Niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smilin' 

And I'm driving to a place they're all warrin' 

The lake we build houses but its 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 thier 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 motherfucker like pussy with no sheets 

Cause it's deep 

Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface 

And let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose? 

A motherfucker sitting 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 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? 

Survivin', sitting on a key doing business on a beeper 

I'm sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper 

Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me 

Fuck being 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 love me 

Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange 

And talking 'bout a motherfucking change 

This is for my thug niggas 

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This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

'Face, picture us working at McDonald's 

And me and you selling fucking tapes in the Bahamas 

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 some red beans the size of some bullets, huh 

We ghetto niggas 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 niggas off from New Orleans to California 

Rowdy like a hurricane 

Independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine 

You used to see C in a 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 

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This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

What do you get from boosting? 

Niggas coming out from California to represent them niggas from Houston 

And now we rocking keep this shit popping 

And all my niggas across the bay know L.A. 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 off 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 dealing 

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 thier brain 

Niggas can't hang with me, and like it changes, uh 

Scarface got me on this shit 

We laced it motherfuckers in thier body and face, uh 

Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and nigga 

Niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure 

M.O.B. and the leaf keep me weeded 

Them niggas don't wanna see me when i got weed in my system 

Catch another victim, capture bodies 

Bring a shottie to the fucking party, yeah 

I party all night 

I do this shit cause its wrong but we were born right 

And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways 

Til these bitches understand nigga my song pay 

Cause I'm the man, now these are my homeboys 

We Outlawz 'til 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 playing, westside 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas 

This is for my homies and my thug niggas