The Ghetto Lyrics - My Homies - Scarface

Scarface: 

I dedicate this to my world doug strugglers 

I hope metafy you with peace and all hustling 

I'm busting, for y'all niggas 

Cause your my niggas on tha realer 

Beground these streets for stacking peeler 

For the dealers, save back on your teams 

And underrestamate with these who do 

You get the paper and then get of the street 

Ya'll remember, you'll never give the money and the dope to me 

Cause I wont give a shee to a nigga starvin 

So we can fluss and blow weed hangin' with the warden 

How many niggas on the quad who don't giva a fuck 

Survivin struggls hiting licks out the hippieclub 

I'm just a homie out the hood who did something 

So why are you fronting 

I'm in for ten years and I'll still wanted 

You heard me homie! 

Or do you try to tell it to the dumdums 

They call you niggas 

And niggas try steel were they come from 

I bring the front to all my homies out riding 

Help a homie get on his feet, and we'll all riding 

Sange, and fange in this game, but it's true 

Be sure that you'll respecting the power, and that's you 

Never forget the neighbourhood were it started 

The ghette south eight is my hood and my hearts with the... 

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Chorus: 

Ghetto, 

Ghetto. 

I can't get out of here 

Ghetto 

Nigga 

Ghetto 

I can't get out of here 

Willie d: 

I represent the southeast, of southeast 

Millenium muthafucka and kay-doo were ya at 

(one time) bring tha rockas 

Cause muthafuckas being talkin' for so long 

But now I'm down with the innerface clik and it's on 

Give a fuck were you're from nigga 

And kay-doo always represtentin 

That nigga is a fact I've lived in it 

Now look at me, y'all can't steel rabbit 

For all y'all niggas talking that shit, I'm still strapping 

Will I strapp ya? 

Niggas with all that hot capit 

Niggas packin' in fake and it ain't happning 

Will you think we're smacking 

That yellow road is steady packing 

The home of the ghetto slangin 

And car jacking 

Nigga, I ain't acting 

I was brought up in this bitch 

From the o.p's and all down to the eastwike 

Even flat joe's and even the lingwood is all hood 

For the christ your all driving is all hood 

The ghetto 

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Chorus: 

Ghetto 

Ghetto 

I can't get out of here 

Ice cube: 

I got give it up to my ghetto niggas 

In the ghetto, bitch, looking forthem ghetto licks 

Geting ghetto rich 

Knowing that the steam in the book flip the gang 

Quick to get my telephone turned on in my mama's name 

This ghetto slang is some shit thatcan beat collage, 

You ain't fucking with this hustla with street knolledge 

9 to 5 

Still fliping twenties on the side 

Try to get by the feints 

I'm making dollars out of fifty cents 

Got the big body benz, with the wheels on it 

A celuarphone with no bills on it 

Get your ass on this, got to fill on, still want it 

Baby, leen on it, and I can put the kill on it 

You gotot strap a nigga lie like a singer 

Puting your baby to sleep 

And turn of your ring and you can catch me on banewick 

Looking sick in a six 

And some schweiz on my wrist 

Now picture this 

You got to blow, cause to many niggas out for mr. jackson's dope 

Ya'll niggas got to go, to the ghetto 

Chorus: 

Ghetto, 

Ghetto. 

I can't get out of here 

Ghetto 

Nigga 

Ghetto 

I can't get out of here 

Willie d 

Deathwall is the site 

When the mic be light 

As twice as shipp advice to my homies who write me in te pine 

Now the sale is hell but kids keep sending me mail 

With their laberty bell, so I can tell you about the half 

And who got cow for riches, and sending bithces, 

I'm making bitches 

I remember when I just to get beat with extensioncars 

And we slanged by to see were my house was 

Started stealing out of my mama's perce 

Now that she's gone 

She lives thrue my songs 

And it sure hurts 

I couldn't have treated her worse then in the ghetto 

And turn our womens into wideows 

Sick to see my homie that I ain't with, trade with, payed with, laughed with 

Dead in a casket. 

To my pumps we can reach the top 

But you got a chance to get of the pop 

If you see your chance baby take it 

I was the last mothafucka in the world who thoiught I would make it 

But look at me now, a six on the beach in greeze 

Check from the muthafucka stretts of the ghetto 

Chorus: 

Ghetto, 

Ghetto. 

I can't get out of here 

Ghetto 

Nigga 

Ghetto 

I can't get out of here