Ghetto *****s remain violent
While the killers remain silent
*****s strapped with 45's and ain't smiling
And I'm driving to a place they're all warrin'

The lake we build houses
But it's the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place
A mother***ker will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still

The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
Where *****s do their struggling at with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons died in
You can run it but can't hide it so step aside

It's the ***** that makes music for the streets
'Cause I love this mother***ker
Like ***** with no sheets 'cause it's deep

Some *****s make it out
The neighborhood and won't surface
They let the money make them nervous
What's the purpose?

A mother***ker sitting on fat
Who den' came up in the hood
But he can't come back

***k 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
Is 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 mother***ker deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
***k being *****z 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 mother***ker strange
And talking 'bout a mother***ka change
This is for my thug *****s

This is for my homies and my thug *****s
This is for my homies and my thug *****s
This is for my homies and my thug *****s
This is for my homies and my thug *****s

This is for my homies and my thug *****s
This is for my homies and my thug *****s

'Face, imagine us working at McDonald's
Or me and you selling ***king tapes in the Bahamas
Gold slug, a car full of thug *****s
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 *****s 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
It's for the kids and the wife

You can test me if you wanna
'Cause I be dumping *****s
Off from New Orleans to California

Rowdy like a hurricane
Independant, black owned
Got them hooked on this cocaine
You used to seein' CEO's in a suit and ties
But we young *****s in tennis shoes and down

Executive street millionaires
*****s gonna be 'bout it bout
Till we gray in the wheel chair

This is for my homies and my thug *****s
This is for my homies and my thug *****s
This is for my homies and my thug *****s
This is for my homies and my thug *****s

This is for my homies and my thug *****s
This is for my homies and my thug *****s
This is for my homies and my thug *****s
This is for my homies and my thug *****s