Homies & Thuggs (The Remix) lyrics

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[Intro: Scarface]
No Limit motherf*ckin' soldiers
And the Rap-A-Lot crime family (No Limit, Rap-A-Lot)
Scarface
Master P
They ain't ready for this y'all
Yeah

[Verse 1: Scarface]
Ghetto n*ggas remain violent (Remain violent), all the killers remain silent (Remain silent)
n*ggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And I'm driving to [?]
The lake we build houses, but it's the hood we call home
In the ghetto, the only place a motherf*cka will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the 'Face
When n*ggas do they struggling, ended with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dining
You could run it, but can't hide it, so step aside
It's the n*gga that makes music for the streets
'Cause I love this mothaf*cka like pus*y with no sheets, 'cause it's deep
Some n*ggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
They let the money make 'em nervous, what's the purpose?
A mothaf*cka sitting on fat
Who done came up out the hood, money can't come back
f*ck that, I remain in the street game frame
On a mission to maintain me then 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 ki doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this mothaf*cka deeper
Fear the Reaper, that no man born or woman harm me
f*ck beat these n*ggas 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 looking at this mothaf*cka strange
And talking 'bout a mothaf*cking change
This is for my thug n*ggas
[Hook: Master P]
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas

[Verse 2: Master P]
'Face, imagine us working at McDonald's
To me and you, selling f*cking tapes to the Bahamas
Gold slug, a car full of thug n*ggas
Twenty inch [?], 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*ggas, can't be stopped
Got me mixing up dope with little Jay 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, it's for the kids and the wife
You can test me if you wanna
'Cause I be dumping n*ggas off from New Orleans to California
Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)
Independent, black owned got 'em hooked on this cocaine
You used to see CEO’s in suits and ties
But we young n*ggas in tennis shoes and diam'
Executive street millionaires
n*ggas gonna be 'bout it, 'bout 'til we gray in the wheel chair
[Hook: Master P]
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
What do you get from boosting?
n*ggas coming out from California, and represent them n*ggas in
Houston
And now 2Pac'll keep this sh*t popping
And all my n*ggas across the Bay, know L.A., keep this sh*t hot
I keep a Glock inside my pants, don't give [?] a chance
Put me inside a casket, you dirty bast*rds
Until the day I die, you catch a n*gga high off weed, the police can't find me
My sh*t is dropping and I'll sell five million
While all the n*ggas enter the game, they caught up in this drug dealing
Now how can I fall? how can I ball?
How can I catch my enemies and murder 'em all?
My words of flame, burn n*ggas inside their brain
n*ggas can't hang with me, and nuttin's changes, uh
Scarface got me on this sh*t
We lace heat, mothaf*ckas in they body and face, uh
Growing quicker, liquor, made me your daddy, your n*gga
n*ggas don't wanna see me worldwide, mob figure
M.O.B., Hennessy keep me g'd and ki'd
n*ggas, don’t wanna see me, when I got weed in my system
Catch another victim, catchin' bodies
Bring a shotty to the f*cking party, yeah
I party all night
I do this sh*t 'cause it's wrong but we born right
And to these n*ggas in my zone, we do it long ways
'Til these b*tches understand n*gga my song pays; 'cause I'm the man
Now these is my homeboys, we outlaws 'til the day we die
Keep this sh*t, rough and raw
My 45, make sho', that I survived, to another day
Just bust rhymes, and brothers get paid
Now that's the end of my freestyle, but it was left for dead
Buy my sh*t and you can hear it plain, West Side, n*ggas!
[Hook: Master P]
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas (uuuuugh)
This one for the homies and the thug n*ggas
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