1: (Scarface) Ghetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain niggaz strapped with 45's and smiling And I'm driving to a they're all rome' the lake we build houses but its the we call home In the ghetto the only place a will keep it real we focused on the dollar bill, The outsiders to disrespect the place where niggaz do thier struggling die with a face Surviving, under conditions demons you can run it but can't hide it so aside Its the that makin' music for the streets I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets, cause its Some make it out the neighborhood and won't circle and let the money make them nervous, what's the A motherfucker on fat Who done came up in the hood but he come back that, I remain in the street game frame on a to maintian me and take aim In position to let my opposition know my cause off in these streets I keep it real but right? Surviving, sitting on a key business on a beeper I'm in this motherfucker deeper Fear the that no man born or woman harm me fuck being a nigga in your though I'm a killer the ghetto so that you can see what I when I say I love this cause it love me Let it be, stop at this motherfucker strange and 'bout a motherfucking change is for my thug niggaz
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This is for my homies and my thug (uuuuugh)
2 (Master P) 'Face, imagine us at McDonald's and me and you selling fucking in the Bahamas Gold slug, a car full of thug twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug No Limit to the fullest see I was raised on some red the size of some bullets, huh Real ghetto niggaz can't be got me mixing up dope little J down at Rap-A-Lot My phone tapped the on my tail got me luxury taxes on everything I build True to the ghetto my life you see that house on the lake its for the kids and the You can test me if you cause I be dumping niggaz off from New Orleans to like a hurricane (uuuuuugh) independant, black owned got them on this cocaine You to see C.E.O.'s in a suit and tie but we young niggaz in shoes and diamonds Executive street niggas gonna be it bout till we gray in the wheel chair
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3: (Doracell) It's alive, and be tha muhfuckin' one Make niggas want some Here I Da Don steady claiming this Tatted on my since 86 tha fuck? I'm sitting in my block stuck to this shit my radio did Shit, change the situation Write a to the warden mothafuck all this time wasting Chasin' wit my occupation across the nation Lookin' for The gangsta, the killa, and the all in one Now me my muthafuckin' gun Niggaz feelin' invinsible Til' they dealin' wit tha principle nigga I scared cause 2 pac got kilt I'm on the muthafuckin' guilt Thug