[Intro: Scarface]
No Limit motherfuckin' soldiers
And the Rap-A-Lot crime family (No Limit, Rap-A-Lot)
Scarface
Master P
They ain't ready for this y'all
Yeah
[Verse 1: Scarface]
Ghetto niggas remain violent (Remain violent), all the killers remain silent (Remain silent)
Niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And I'm driving to [?]
The lake we build houses, but it's the hood we call home
In the ghetto, the only place a motherfucka will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the 'Face
When niggas do they struggling, ended with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dining
You could run it, but can't hide it, so step aside
It's the nigga that makes music for the streets
'Cause I love this mothafucka like pussy with no sheets, 'cause it's deep
Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
They let the money make 'em nervous, what's the purpose?
A mothafucka sitting on fat
Who done came up out the hood, money can't come back
Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame
On a mission to maintain me then 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 ki doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this mothafucka deeper
Fear the Reaper, that no man born or woman harm me
Fuck beat these niggas 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 loves me
Let it be, stop looking at this mothafucka strange
And talking 'bout a mothafucking change
This is for my thug niggas
No Limit motherfuckin' soldiers
And the Rap-A-Lot crime family (No Limit, Rap-A-Lot)
Scarface
Master P
They ain't ready for this y'all
Yeah
[Verse 1: Scarface]
Ghetto niggas remain violent (Remain violent), all the killers remain silent (Remain silent)
Niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And I'm driving to [?]
The lake we build houses, but it's the hood we call home
In the ghetto, the only place a motherfucka will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the 'Face
When niggas do they struggling, ended with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dining
You could run it, but can't hide it, so step aside
It's the nigga that makes music for the streets
'Cause I love this mothafucka like pussy with no sheets, 'cause it's deep
Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface
They let the money make 'em nervous, what's the purpose?
A mothafucka sitting on fat
Who done came up out the hood, money can't come back
Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame
On a mission to maintain me then 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 ki doing business on a beeper
I'm sinking in this mothafucka deeper
Fear the Reaper, that no man born or woman harm me
Fuck beat these niggas 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 loves me
Let it be, stop looking at this mothafucka strange
And talking 'bout a mothafucking change
This is for my thug niggas
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