1: (Scarface) Ghetto niggaz 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 we call home In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will it real we focused on the dollar bill, The outsiders tend to disrespect the where niggaz do thier struggling die a straight face Surviving, under conditions dinin' you can run it but can't it so step aside Its the nigga that makin' music for the cause I this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets, cause its Some niggaz it out the neighborhood and won't circle and let the money make them nervous, what's the A sitting on fat Who done came up in the but he can't come back Fuck that, I remain in the street game on a mission to maintian me and aim In position to let my know my life cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's Surviving, on a key doing business on a beeper I'm sinking in this deeper Fear the reaper that no man or woman harm me fuck being a nigga in your army; though I'm a Enter the ghetto so you can see I mean when I say I love this cause it love me Let it be, looking at this motherfucker strange and talking 'bout a change is for my thug niggaz
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This is for my and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh)
2 (Master P) 'Face, imagine us working at and me and you fucking tapes in the Bahamas slug, a car full of thug niggaz twenty inch wheels paint so we drug dealers No Limit soldiers to the see I was raised on some red beans the size of bullets, huh Real ghetto niggaz be stopped got me up dope with little J down at Rap-A-Lot My phone tapped the on my tail got me paying luxury taxes on everything I to the ghetto that's my life you see house on the lake its for the kids and the wife You can me if you wanna cause I be dumping off from New Orleans to California Rowdy like a (uuuuuugh) independant, black owned got hooked on this cocaine You to see C.E.O.'s in a suit and tie but we niggaz in tennis shoes and diamonds Executive millionaires niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the chair
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3: (Doracell) It's alive, and be tha muhfuckin' one Make these want some I come Da Don steady claiming this Tatted on my wrist 86 What tha I'm sitting in my cell block Listening to shit my radio did Shit, gotta the situation Write a letta to the warden mothafuck all time wasting Chasin' niggas wit my Clean the nation for two-facin The gangsta, the killa, and the all in one Now me my muthafuckin' gun Niggaz feelin' they they dealin' wit tha muthafuckin' principle Doracell I ain't cause 2 pac got kilt I'm on Feelin' the muthafuckin' Thug