Homies & Thuggs Video (MV)

[Scarface]
Ghetto niggas remain violent all the killers remain silent
Niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And I'm driving to a place they're all rome'
The lake we build houses but its the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a motherf*cker will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
Where niggas do their struggling die with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dinin'
You can run it but can't hide it so step aside
Its the nigga that making music for the streets
Cause I love this motherf*cker like pussy with no sheets,
Cause its deep
Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't circle
And let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?
A motherf*cker sitting on fat
Who done came up in the hood but he can't come back
F*ck 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?
Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this motherf*cker deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
F*ck being a nigga 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 love me
Let it be, stop looking at this motherf*cker strange
And talking 'bout a motherf*cking change
This is for my thug niggas

[x6]
This is for my homies and my thug niggas

[Master P]
'Face, imagine us working at McDonald's
And me and you selling f*cking tapes in the Bahamas
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas
Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers
No Limit soldiers to the fullest
See I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh
Real ghetto niggas can't be stopped
Got me mixing up dope with little J 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 its for the kids and the wife
You can test me if you wanna
Cause I be dumping niggas off from New Orleans to California
Rowdy like a hurricane
Independent, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine
You used to see C.E.O.'s in a suit and tie
But we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
Niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair

[x6]

[Doracell]
It's alive, and I'ma be tha motherf*cking one
Make these niggas want some
Here I come
Da Last Don
Niggas steady claiming this
Tatted on my wrist since 86
What the f*ck?
I'm sitting in my cell block stuck
Listening to this shit my radio did
Shit, gotta change the situation
Write a letta to the warden motherf*ck all this time wasting
Chasin' niggas wit my occupation
Clean across the nation
Lookin' for two-facin
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope-dealer all in one
Now past me my motherf*cking gun
Niggas feelin' they invincible
Til' they dealin' wit tha motherf*cking principle
Doracell nigga
I ain't scared cause 2pac got kilt
I'm on tilt
Feelin' the motherf*cking guilt
Thug Nigga