作曲 : Hutchins, Jordan, Miller ...
Verse 1：
Ghetto *************s remain violent while the killers remain silent
*************s strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
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 mother******* will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
Where *************s do thier struggling die with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dinin'
You can run it but can't hide it so step aside
Its the ************* that makes music for the streets
Cause i love this mother******* like ************* with no sheets,
Cause its deep
Some *************s make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
And let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A mother******* sitting on fat
He came up in the hood but he can't come back
************* 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?
Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this mother******* deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
************* being a ************* 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 looking at this mother******* strange
And talking 'bout a mother******g change
This is for my thug *************s
(chorus x6)
This is for my homies and my thug *************s (uuuuugh)
Verse 2
'face, picture us working at mcdonald's
And me and you selling ******g toasted up (?)
Gold slug, a car full of thug *************s
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 *************s can't be stopped
Got me mixing up **** 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 *************s off from new orleans to california
Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)
Independant, black owned got them hooked on this *******
You used to see c in a suit and tie
But we young *************s in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
*************s gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair
Chorus x6
Verse 3:
What do you get from boosting?
*************s coming out from california to represent them *************s from
Houston
And now we rocking keep this *************t popping
And all my *************s across the bay know l.a. keep the *************t hot
I keep my glock inside my pants , dont give *************s a chance
To put me inside a casket you dirty bastards
Until the day i die you catch a ************* high off ******* the police can't
Find me
My *************t will drop and i'll sell five million
While all the *************s 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 *************s inside thier brain
*************s can't hang with me, and like it changes, uh
Scarface got me on this *************t
We laced it mother*******s in thier body and face, uh
Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and *************
*************s don't wanna see me world wide mob figure
M.o.b. and the leaf keep me *******ed
Them *************s don't wanna see me when i got ******* in my system
Catch another victim, capture bodies
Bring a shottie to the ******g party, yeah
I party all night
I do this *************t cause its wrong but we were born right
And to the *************s in my zone we do it long ways
'till these ******* understand ************* my song pay; cause i'm the man
Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die
Keep this *************t 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 *************t away you can hear it playing, westside
Chorus x8