Ghetto n***as remain violent while the k**ers remain silent
n***as 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 motherf**er will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
Where n***as 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 n***a that makes music for the streets
'Cause I love this motherf**er like p**y with no sheets
'Cause it's deep
Some n***as make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
They let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A motherf**er sittin' on fat
He came up in the hood but he can't come back
f** 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 motherf**er deeper
Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me
f** bein' a n***a in your army
Though I'm a k**er, 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 motherf**er strange
And talkin' 'bout a motherf**in' change
This is for my thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's
And me and you sellin' f**in' toasted up the hummus
Gold slug, a car full of thug n***as
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 n***as 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' n***as off from New Orleans to California
Rowdy like a hurricane
Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this c**aine
You used to see C, C on the suit and tie
But we young n***as in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
n***as gonna be 'bout it, 'bout till we gray in the wheel chair
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
What do you get from boostin'?
n***as comin' out from California to represent them n***as in Houston
And now we rockin' keep this sh** poppin'
And all my n***as across the bay know LA keep the sh** hot
I keep my Glock inside my pants, don't give n***as a chance
To put me inside a casket, you dirty ba*tards
Until the day I die, you catch a n***a high on weed
The police can't find me
My sh** will drop and I'll sell five million
While all the n***as 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 n***as inside their brain
n***as can't hang with me and like it changes
Scarface got me on this sh**
We laced it motherf**ers in their body and face
Growin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and n***a
n***as don't wanna see me world wide mob figure
MOB and his lead keep me weeded
Key n***as don't wanna see me when I got weed
In my system
Catch another victim, capture bodies
Bring a shottie to the f**in' party, yeah
I party all night
I do this sh** 'cause it's wrong but we were born right
And to the n***as in my zone we do it long ways
'Till these b**hes understand n***a my song pay
'Cause I'm the man
Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die
Keep this sh** 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 sh** away you can hear it playin'
Westside
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as
This one for the homies and thug n***as