You see that house on the lake it’s for the kids and the wife
Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strangeĪnd me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me Though I’m a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeperįear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me 'Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what’s right? In position to let my opposition know my life He came up in the hood but he can’t come backįuck that, I remain in the street game frame They let the money make them nervous, what’s the purpose? Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won’t surface 'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets It’s the nigga that makes music for the streets
You can run it but can’t hide it, so step aside Survivin', under conditions demons dinin’ Where niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight face The outsiders tend to disrespect the place In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real The lake we build houses but it’s the hood we call home Niggas strapped with 45’s and ain’t smilin'Īnd I’m drivin' to a place they’re all warrin’ keep the s*** hot I keep my glock inside my pants, dont give n***** a chance to put me inside a casket you dirty b******s Until the day I die you catch a n**** high off weed the police can't find me My s*** will drop and I'll sell five million while all the n***** enter the game get caught up in drug dealing How can I fall? how can I ball, how can I catch my enemies and murder them all? My word of flame burn n***** inside thier brain n***** can't hang with me, and like it changes, uh Scarface got me on this s*** we laced it m************ in thier body and face, uh Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and n**** n***** don't wanna see me world wide mob figure M.O.B.Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent What do you get from boosting? n***** coming out from california to represent them n***** from Houston And now we rocking keep this s*** popping and all my n***** across the bay know L.A.
Ghetto n***** remain violent while the killers remain silent n***** 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 its the hood we call home In the ghetto the only place a m*********** will keep it real we focused on the dollar bill, still The outsiders tend to disrespect the place where n***** do thier 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 n**** that makes music for the streets cause I love this m*********** like p**** with no sheets, cause its deep Some n***** make it out the neighborhood and won't surface and let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose? A m*********** sitting on fat he came up in the hood but he can't come back f*** that, I remain in the street game frame on a mission to maintian 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 m*********** deeper Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me f*** being a n**** 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 m*********** strange and talking 'bout a m************ change This is for my thug n***** This is for my homies and my thug n***** (uuuuugh) 'Face, picture us working at McDonald's and me and you selling f****** toasted up (?) Gold slug, a car full of thug n***** 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 We ghetto n***** 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 n***** off from New Orleans to California Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh) independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine You used to see C in a suit and tie but we young n***** in tennis shoes and diamonds Executive street millionaires n***** gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair