Scarface
P
Danver
Hoodie
Dog
You know niggas remain hot
All the killers remain silent
Niggas stripped with bullfights and ain't sly
And I'm driving to a place that y'all want
I'mma make me build houses but it's the hood we call home
In the ghetto,
the only place a motherfucker feel to
be real Without the stolen dollar bill,
steal
The outsiders,
in the disrespected Where niggas do they struggle in that hood?
A straight face,
surviving Under conditions demons died in
You can run it,
but you can't hide it So step aside
It's ridiculous making music but it's fleece
Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy
With no sheets,
but pussy's deep Some niggas make it
out the neighborhood and go searchin'
They let the money make them nervous,
and bust the buttons A motherfucker sitting in your flat
Who became about the hood,
money can't come back?
* that
I remain in the street game frame on a mission To maintain,
we can take aim from every position
To let my opposition know my life is off in
these streets I keep it real with what's right,
surviving Sitting on the key,
doing business on the people I'm sinking
in this motherfucker deeper Feel the reek,
that no man born of woman born * me,
get niggas in your arm,
no 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 motherfucker
strange And talking about a motherfucker change
This is for my thugs
This one for the homies, nah nah niggas
Race of mad to nuts,
working at McDollars So me and you
selling * twos and up for hires
Go slug,
but call thug thug niggas 20 inch wheels,
candy pants,
broad broad ghillie
Don't let me smoke,
just turn to bullets See I was brave and planned,
means it's time for the bullets
Real ghetto niggas can't be stopped Got
me mixing up with Lil' J down in Rappaply
My phone tapped,
the plans on my till Got me paying luxury taxes on everything I build
The ghetto,
the ghetto,
that's my life You see that house naked,
naked kid,
kid,
white,
white
Test it,
test me if you want it They dumpy dumpy
niggas all from New Orleans to California
Riding like a hurricane,
hit the clinic on Got em hooked on this cocaine,
you're used to C&C on the student time
But we young niggas in tennis shoes and dime,
in stack of Lil' Street millionaires
Niggas gliding by the box,
we in the wheel wheelchair
That's my homie,
homie,
thug thug nigga That's my homie,
homie,
thug thug nigga
What do you get from who *?
Niggas coming out to California and represent
the 50's And they'll probably keep this *
popping And all my niggas across the bay know LA,
she said *
I got the cops inside my pants,
don't leave pockets of chips Put me inside a casket,
you know it's sick And still the day I die,
catch a catch a nigga I'll haul weed The police came by,
I should've dropped a last L5A Niggas,
niggas,
niggas,
niggas in the gang,
they caught up in the scrub village
I did not put no balls,
I cannot ball,
I cannot catch my enemies and murder them all
War is a blame,
this burning niggas is how they play,
niggas can't hang with me and nothing's straight
Strong place got their own nigga *,
it's why they,
why they,
say
Going quicker,
lick em,
baby,
you're tender,
niggas don't wanna see me worldwide,
bro
And
this weed,
T-B-E-E,
going on the scene,
we wild,
we out,
we in,
bitch,
bitch,
catch another nigga
Catch a ride,
bring his,
bring his body to the * party,
yeah,
I go on it all night
I do these niggas a song,
but we all right,
until these niggas hear my song,
and all,
and all
So these niggas understand,
I'm strong,
strong,
right,
cause I'm the man,
now see,
I'm going home
We,
we out,
boys,
for the day we die,
*,
*,
rock and roll,
my full five,
yo,
yo,
and I survive to another day
This punk rhyme,
and punk is A,
and A,
and A,
I'm a priest now,
but it was rich,
with,
sick,
sick,
here and there
Yeah!