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 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 | |
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' 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 motherfucker strange | |
And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' 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' 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 | |
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 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 | |
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 the niggas in my zone we do it long ways | |
'Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay | |
â€~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' | |
Westside | |
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 | |
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 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 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 | |
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' 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 motherfucker strange | |
And talkin' ' bout a motherfuckin' 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' 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 | |
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 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 | |
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 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' | |
Westside | |
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 | |
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 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 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 | |
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' 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 motherfucker strange | |
And talkin' ' bout a motherfuckin' 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' 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 | |
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 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 | |
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 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' | |
Westside | |
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 | |
This one for the homies and thug niggas |