1: (Scarface) Ghetto remain violent all the killers remain silent strapped with 45's and ain't smiling And I'm driving to a they're all rome' the lake we build houses but its the hood we call In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker keep it real we focused on the dollar bill, The tend to disrespect the place where do thier struggling die with a straight face Surviving, under conditions demons you can run it but can't it so step aside Its the that makin' music for the streets cause I love this motherfucker like pussy no sheets, cause its Some niggaz make it out the neighborhood and circle and let the money them nervous, what's the purpose? A sitting on fat Who done came up in the hood but he come back Fuck that, I in the street game frame on a mission to maintian me and aim In to let my opposition know my life cause off in these I keep it real but what's right? Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a I'm sinking in this deeper Fear the reaper no man born or woman harm me fuck being a in your army; 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 looking at motherfucker strange and talking 'bout a motherfucking is for my thug niggaz
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This is for my and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh)
2 (Master P) 'Face, us working at McDonald's and me and you selling fucking tapes in the Gold slug, a car of thug niggaz inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers No Limit to the fullest see I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh ghetto niggaz can't be stopped got me mixing up dope with little J down at My tapped the feds on my tail got me paying luxury taxes on everything I True to the ghetto my life you see that on the lake its for the kids and the wife You can test me if you I be dumping niggaz off from New Orleans to California Rowdy like a (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 tennis shoes and Executive millionaires niggas gonna be bout it till we gray in the wheel chair
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3: (Doracell) It's alive, and I'mma be tha one Make niggas want some Here I Da Don Niggaz steady claiming Tatted on my since 86 What tha I'm sitting in my block stuck to this shit my radio did Shit, gotta the situation Write a letta to the warden mothafuck all this wasting niggas wit my occupation Clean the nation Lookin' for The gangsta, the killa, and the all in one Now past me my gun Niggaz feelin' invinsible Til' they wit tha muthafuckin' principle Doracell I scared cause 2 pac got kilt I'm on the muthafuckin' guilt Thug