[{"id":1006839,"name":"Homies & Thugs","trackName":"Homies & Thugs","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"My Homies","duration":339.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent\nNiggas strapped with 45's and ain't smilin'\nAnd I'm drivin' to a place they're all warrin'\nThe lake we build houses but it's the hood we call home\n\nIn the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real\nWe focused on the dollar bill, still\nThe outsiders tend to disrespect the place\nWhere niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight face\n\nSurvivin', under conditions demons dinin'\nYou can run it but can't hide it, so step aside\nIt's the nigga that makes music for the streets\n'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets\n'Cause it's deep\n\nSome niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface\nThey let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\nA motherfucker sittin' on fat\nHe came up in the hood but he can't come back\n\nFuck that, I remain in the street game frame\nOn a mission to maintain me and take aim\nIn position to let my opposition know my life\n'Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\n\nSurvivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper\nI'm sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper\nFear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\nFuck bein' a nigga in your army\n\nThough I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\nWhat I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\nLet it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\nAnd talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\nThis is for my thug niggas\n\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\n\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\n\nGrace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\nAnd me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\nGold slug, a car full of thug niggas\nTwenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n\nNo limit soldiers to the fullest\nSee I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\nWe ghetto niggas can't be stopped\nGot me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n\nMy phone tapped, the feds on my tail\nGot me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build\nTrue to the ghetto that's my life\nYou see that house on the lake it's for the kids and the wife\n\nYou can test me if you wanna\n'Cause I be dumpin' niggas off from New Orleans to California\nRowdy like a hurricane\nIndependent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaine\n\nYou used to see C, C on the suit and tie\nBut we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds\nExecutive street millionaires\nNiggas gonna be 'bout it, 'bout till we gray in the wheel chair\n\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\n\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\n\nWhat do you get from boostin'?\nNiggas comin' out from California to represent them niggas in Houston\nAnd now we rockin' keep this shit poppin'\nAnd all my niggas across the bay know LA keep the shit hot\n\nI keep my glock inside my pants, don't give niggas a chance\nTo put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards\nUntil the day I die, you catch a nigga high on weed\nThe police can't find me\n\nMy shit will drop and I'll sell five million\nWhile all the niggas enter the game, get caught up in drug dealin'\nHow can I fall? How can I ball?\nHow can I catch my enemies and murder them all?\n\nMy word of flame burn niggas inside their brain\nNiggas can't hang with me and like it changes\nScarface got me on this shit\nWe laced it motherfuckers in their body and face\n\nGrowin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga\nNiggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\nMOB and his lead keep me weeded\nKey niggas don't wanna see me when I got weed\n\nIn my system\nCatch another victim, capture bodies\nBring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah\n\nI party all night\nI do this shit 'cause it's wrong but we were born right\nAnd to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n'Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay\n'Cause I'm the man\n\nNow these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\nKeep this shit rough and raw my 45\nMake sure that I survive to another day\nTo bust rhymes which from I get paid\n\nNow that's the end of my freestyle\nBut it was left for dead\nBut the shit away you can hear it playin'\nWestside\n\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\n\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.97] Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent\n[00:25.77] Niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smilin'\n[00:28.65] And I'm drivin' to a place they're all warrin'\n[00:30.66] The lake we build houses but it's the hood we call home\n[00:33.56] In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real\n[00:37.46] We focused on the dollar bill, still\n[00:40.36] The outsiders tend to disrespect the place\n[00:42.22] Where niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight face\n[00:45.19] Survivin', under conditions demons dinin'\n[00:48.93] You can run it but can't hide it, so step aside\n[00:51.95] It's the nigga that makes music for the streets\n[00:53.84] 'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets\n[00:56.78] 'Cause it's deep\n[00:57.63] Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface\n[01:00.52] They let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\n[01:03.34] A motherfucker sittin' on fat\n[01:05.20] He came up in the hood but he can't come back\n[01:08.29] Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame\n[01:11.08] On a mission to maintain me and take aim\n[01:13.93] In position to let my opposition know my life\n[01:16.83] 'Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\n[01:19.82] Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper\n[01:23.71] I'm sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper\n[01:25.69] Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n[01:29.51] Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n[01:31.43] Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n[01:34.47] What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n[01:37.35] Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n[01:40.22] And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n[01:42.22] This is for my thug niggas\n[01:45.18] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:47.09] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:50.00] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:52.93] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:55.86] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:58.76] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[02:00.79] Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n[02:03.62] And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n[02:06.58] Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n[02:09.48] Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n[02:12.36] No limit soldiers to the fullest\n[02:14.23] See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n[02:18.14] We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n[02:20.04] Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n[02:23.97] My phone tapped, the feds on my tail\n[02:25.95] Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build\n[02:29.89] True to the ghetto that's my life\n[02:31.78] You see that house on the lake it's for the kids and the wife\n[02:35.64] You can test me if you wanna\n[02:37.56] 'Cause I be dumpin' niggas off from New Orleans to California\n[02:41.41] Rowdy like a hurricane\n[02:43.37] Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaine\n[02:47.28] You used to see C, C on the suit and tie\n[02:50.11] But we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds\n[02:53.07] Executive street millionaires\n[02:56.00] Niggas gonna be 'bout it, 'bout till we gray in the wheel chair\n[02:58.95] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:01.84] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:04.75] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:07.67] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:10.57] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:13.54] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:16.47] What do you get from boostin'?\n[03:18.37] Niggas comin' out from California to represent them niggas in Houston\n[03:22.28] And now we rockin' keep this shit poppin'\n[03:24.23] And all my niggas across the bay know LA keep the shit hot\n[03:28.03] I keep my glock inside my pants, don't give niggas a chance\n[03:30.08] To put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards\n[03:33.96] Until the day I die, you catch a nigga high on weed\n[03:37.82] The police can't find me\n[03:39.77] My shit will drop and I'll sell five million\n[03:41.62] While all the niggas enter the game, get caught up in drug dealin'\n[03:44.66] How can I fall? How can I ball?\n[03:47.50] How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?\n[03:50.47] My word of flame burn niggas inside their brain\n[03:53.33] Niggas can't hang with me and like it changes\n[03:56.26] Scarface got me on this shit\n[03:59.16] We laced it motherfuckers in their body and face\n[04:02.01] Growin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga\n[04:05.09] Niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\n[04:07.83] MOB and his lead keep me weeded\n[04:10.72] Key niggas don't wanna see me when I got weed\n[04:13.67] In my system\n[04:14.62] Catch another victim, capture bodies\n[04:16.53] Bring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah\n[04:19.44] I party all night\n[04:20.33] I do this shit 'cause it's wrong but we were born right\n[04:23.29] And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n[04:26.09] 'Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay\n[04:28.89] 'Cause I'm the man\n[04:30.76] Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\n[04:34.56] Keep this shit rough and raw my 45\n[04:37.34] Make sure that I survive to another day\n[04:40.14] To bust rhymes which from I get paid\n[04:43.04] Now that's the end of my freestyle\n[04:45.02] But it was left for dead\n[04:45.97] But the shit away you can hear it playin'\n[04:47.98] Westside\n[04:48.81] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[04:51.75] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[04:54.60] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[04:57.57] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:00.46] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:03.47] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:20.87] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:30.63] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:33.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Homies & Thugs\n artist: Scarface\n album: My Homies\n duration_ms: 339000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent\n start_ms: 20970\n end_ms: 25770\n- text: Niggas strapped with 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a place they're all warrin'\n The lake we build houses but it's the hood we call home\n\n In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real\n We focused on the dollar bill, still\n The outsiders tend to disrespect the place\n Where niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight face\n\n Survivin', under conditions demons dinin'\n You can run it but can't hide it, so step aside\n It's the nigga that makes music for the streets\n 'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets\n 'Cause it's deep\n\n Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface\n They let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\n A motherfucker sittin' on fat\n He came up in the hood but he can't come back\n\n Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame\n On a mission to maintain me and take aim\n In position to let my opposition know my life\n 'Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\n\n Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper\n I'm sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper\n Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n\n Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n This is for my thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n\n No limit soldiers to the fullest\n See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n\n 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How can I ball?\nHow can I catch my enemies and murder them all?\n\nMy word of flame burn niggas inside their brain\nNiggas can't hang with me and like it changes\nScarface got me on this shit\nWe laced it motherfuckers in their body and face\n\nGrowin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga\nNiggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\nMOB and his lead keep me weeded\nKey niggas don't wanna see me when I got weed\n\nIn my system\nCatch another victim, capture bodies\nBring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah\n\nI party all night\nI do this shit 'cause it's wrong but we were born right\nAnd to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n'Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay\n'Cause I'm the man\n\nNow these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\nKeep this shit rough and raw my 45\nMake sure that I survive to another day\nTo bust rhymes which from I get paid\n\nNow that's the end of my freestyle\nBut it was left for dead\nBut the shit away you can hear it 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in this motherfucker deeper\n Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n\n Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n This is for my thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n\n No limit soldiers to the fullest\n See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n\n 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How can I ball?\nHow can I catch my enemies and murder them all?\n\nMy word of flame burn niggas inside their brain\nNiggas can't hang with me and like it changes\nScarface got me on this shit\nWe laced it motherfuckers in their body and face\n\nGrowin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga\nNiggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\nMOB and his lead keep me weeded\nKey niggas don't wanna see me when I got weed\n\nIn my system\nCatch another victim, capture bodies\nBring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah\n\nI party all night\nI do this shit 'cause it's wrong but we were born right\nAnd to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n'Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay\n'Cause I'm the man\n\nNow these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\nKeep this shit rough and raw my 45\nMake sure that I survive to another day\nTo bust rhymes which from I get paid\n\nNow that's the end of my freestyle\nBut it was left for dead\nBut the shit away you can hear it 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in this motherfucker deeper\n Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n\n Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n This is for my thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n\n No limit soldiers to the fullest\n See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n\n 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in this motherfucker deeper\n Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n\n Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n This is for my thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n\n No limit soldiers to the fullest\n See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n\n 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the nigga that makes music for the streets\n[00:53.84] 'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets\n[00:56.78] 'Cause it's deep\n[00:57.63] Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface\n[01:00.52] They let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\n[01:03.34] A motherfucker sittin' on fat\n[01:05.20] He came up in the hood but he can't come back\n[01:08.29] Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame\n[01:11.08] On a mission to maintain me and take aim\n[01:13.93] In position to let my opposition know my life\n[01:16.83] 'Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\n[01:19.82] Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper\n[01:23.71] I'm sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper\n[01:25.69] Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n[01:29.51] Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n[01:31.43] Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n[01:34.47] What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n[01:37.35] Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n[01:40.22] And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n[01:42.22] This is for my thug niggas\n[01:45.18] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:47.09] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:50.00] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:52.93] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:55.86] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:58.76] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[02:00.79] Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n[02:03.62] And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n[02:06.58] Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n[02:09.48] Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n[02:12.36] No limit soldiers to the fullest\n[02:14.23] See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n[02:18.14] We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n[02:20.04] Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n[02:23.97] My phone tapped, the feds on my tail\n[02:25.95] Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build\n[02:29.89] True to the ghetto that's my life\n[02:31.78] You see that house on the lake it's for the kids and the wife\n[02:35.64] You can test me if you wanna\n[02:37.56] 'Cause I be dumpin' niggas off from New Orleans to California\n[02:41.41] Rowdy like a hurricane\n[02:43.37] Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaine\n[02:47.28] You used to see C, C on the suit and tie\n[02:50.11] But we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds\n[02:53.07] Executive street millionaires\n[02:56.00] Niggas gonna be 'bout it, 'bout till we gray in the wheel chair\n[02:58.95] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:01.84] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:04.75] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:07.67] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:10.57] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:13.54] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:16.47] What do you get from boostin'?\n[03:18.37] Niggas comin' out from California to represent them niggas in Houston\n[03:22.28] And now we rockin' keep this shit poppin'\n[03:24.23] And all my niggas across the bay know LA keep the shit hot\n[03:28.03] I keep my glock inside my pants, don't give niggas a chance\n[03:30.08] To put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards\n[03:33.96] Until the day I die, you catch a nigga high on weed\n[03:37.82] The police can't find me\n[03:39.77] My shit will drop and I'll sell five million\n[03:41.62] While all the niggas enter the game, get caught up in drug dealin'\n[03:44.66] How can I fall? How can I ball?\n[03:47.50] How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?\n[03:50.47] My word of flame burn niggas inside their brain\n[03:53.33] Niggas can't hang with me and like it changes\n[03:56.26] Scarface got me on this shit\n[03:59.16] We laced it motherfuckers in their body and face\n[04:02.01] Growin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga\n[04:05.09] Niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\n[04:07.83] MOB and his lead keep me weeded\n[04:10.72] Key niggas don't wanna see me when I got weed\n[04:13.67] In my system\n[04:14.62] Catch another victim, capture bodies\n[04:16.53] Bring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah\n[04:19.44] I party all night\n[04:20.33] I do this shit 'cause it's wrong but we were born right\n[04:23.29] And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n[04:26.09] 'Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay\n[04:28.89] 'Cause I'm the man\n[04:30.76] Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\n[04:34.56] Keep this shit rough and raw my 45\n[04:37.34] Make sure that I survive to another day\n[04:40.14] To bust rhymes which from I get paid\n[04:43.04] Now that's the end of my freestyle\n[04:45.02] But it was left for dead\n[04:45.97] But the shit away you can hear it playin'\n[04:47.98] Westside\n[04:48.81] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[04:51.75] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[04:54.60] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[04:57.57] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:00.46] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:03.47] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:20.87] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:30.63] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:33.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Homies & Thugs\n artist: Scarface\n album: 'Mr. Scarface: Greatest Hits'\n duration_ms: 234000\n instrumental: false\nlines:\n- text: Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent\n start_ms: 20970\n end_ms: 25770\n- text: 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a place they're all warrin'\n The lake we build houses but it's the hood we call home\n\n In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real\n We focused on the dollar bill, still\n The outsiders tend to disrespect the place\n Where niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight face\n\n Survivin', under conditions demons dinin'\n You can run it but can't hide it, so step aside\n It's the nigga that makes music for the streets\n 'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets\n 'Cause it's deep\n\n Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface\n They let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\n A motherfucker sittin' on fat\n He came up in the hood but he can't come back\n\n Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame\n On a mission to maintain me and take aim\n In position to let my opposition know my life\n 'Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\n\n Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper\n I'm sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper\n Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n\n Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n This is for my thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n\n No limit soldiers to the fullest\n See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n\n My phone tapped, the feds on my tail\n Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build\n True to the ghetto that's my life\n You see that house on the lake it's for the kids and the wife\n\n You can test me if you wanna\n 'Cause I be dumpin' niggas off from New Orleans to California\n Rowdy like a hurricane\n Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaine\n\n You used to see C, C on the suit and tie\n But we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds\n Executive street millionaires\n Niggas gonna be 'bout it, 'bout till we gray in the wheel chair\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n What do you get from boostin'?\n Niggas comin' out from California to represent them niggas in Houston\n And now we rockin' keep this shit poppin'\n And all my niggas across the bay know LA keep the shit hot\n\n I keep my glock inside my pants, don't give niggas a chance\n To put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards\n Until the day I die, you catch a nigga high on weed\n The police can't find me\n\n My shit will drop and I'll sell five million\n While all the niggas enter the game, get caught up in drug dealin'\n How can I fall? 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How can I ball?\nHow can I catch my enemies and murder them all?\n\nMy word of flame burn niggas inside their brain\nNiggas can't hang with me and like it changes\nScarface got me on this shit\nWe laced it motherfuckers in their body and face\n\nGrowin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga\nNiggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\nMOB and his lead keep me weeded\nKey niggas don't wanna see me when I got weed\n\nIn my system\nCatch another victim, capture bodies\nBring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah\n\nI party all night\nI do this shit 'cause it's wrong but we were born right\nAnd to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n'Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay\n'Cause I'm the man\n\nNow these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\nKeep this shit rough and raw my 45\nMake sure that I survive to another day\nTo bust rhymes which from I get paid\n\nNow that's the end of my freestyle\nBut it was left for dead\nBut the shit away you can hear it 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in this motherfucker deeper\n Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n\n Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n This is for my thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n\n No limit soldiers to the fullest\n See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n\n 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in this motherfucker deeper\n Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n\n Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n This is for my thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n\n No limit soldiers to the fullest\n See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n\n 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it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n[01:40.22] And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n[01:42.22] This is for my thug niggas\n[01:45.18] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:47.09] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:50.00] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:52.93] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:55.86] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:58.76] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[02:00.79] Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n[02:03.62] And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n[02:06.58] Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n[02:09.48] Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n[02:12.36] No limit soldiers to the fullest\n[02:14.23] See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n[02:18.14] We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n[02:20.04] Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n[02:23.97] My phone tapped, the feds on my tail\n[02:25.95] Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build\n[02:29.89] True to the ghetto that's my life\n[02:31.78] You see that house on the lake it's for the kids and the wife\n[02:35.64] You can test me if you wanna\n[02:37.56] 'Cause I be dumpin' niggas off from New Orleans to California\n[02:41.41] Rowdy like a hurricane\n[02:43.37] Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaine\n[02:47.28] You used to see C, C on the suit and tie\n[02:50.11] But we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds\n[02:53.07] Executive street millionaires\n[02:56.00] Niggas gonna be 'bout it, 'bout till we gray in the wheel chair\n[02:58.95] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:01.84] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:04.75] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:07.67] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:10.57] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:13.54] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[03:16.47] What do you get from boostin'?\n[03:18.37] Niggas comin' out from California to 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How can I ball?\n[03:47.50] How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?\n[03:50.47] My word of flame burn niggas inside their brain\n[03:53.33] Niggas can't hang with me and like it changes\n[03:56.26] Scarface got me on this shit\n[03:59.16] We laced it motherfuckers in their body and face\n[04:02.01] Growin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga\n[04:05.09] Niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\n[04:07.83] MOB and his lead keep me weeded\n[04:10.72] Key niggas don't wanna see me when I got weed\n[04:13.67] In my system\n[04:14.62] Catch another victim, capture bodies\n[04:16.53] Bring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah\n[04:19.44] I party all night\n[04:20.33] I do this shit 'cause it's wrong but we were born right\n[04:23.29] And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n[04:26.09] 'Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay\n[04:28.89] 'Cause I'm the man\n[04:30.76] Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\n[04:34.56] Keep this shit 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in this motherfucker deeper\n Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n\n Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n This is for my thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n\n No limit soldiers to the fullest\n See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n\n My phone tapped, the feds on my tail\n Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build\n True to the ghetto that's my life\n You see that house on the lake it's for the kids and the wife\n\n You can test me if you wanna\n 'Cause I be dumpin' niggas off from New Orleans to California\n Rowdy like a hurricane\n Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaine\n\n You used to see C, C on the suit and tie\n But we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds\n Executive street millionaires\n Niggas gonna be 'bout it, 'bout till we gray in the wheel chair\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n What do you get from boostin'?\n Niggas comin' out from California to represent them niggas in Houston\n And now we rockin' keep this shit poppin'\n And all my niggas across the bay know LA keep the shit hot\n\n I keep my glock inside my pants, don't give niggas a chance\n To put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards\n Until the day I die, you catch a nigga high on weed\n The police can't find me\n\n My shit will drop and I'll sell five million\n While all the niggas enter the game, get caught up in drug dealin'\n How can I fall? How can I ball?\n How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?\n\n My word of flame burn niggas inside their brain\n Niggas can't hang with me and like it changes\n Scarface got me on this shit\n We laced it motherfuckers in their body and face\n\n Growin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga\n Niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\n MOB and his lead keep me weeded\n Key niggas don't wanna see me when I got weed\n\n In my system\n Catch another victim, capture bodies\n Bring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah\n\n I party all night\n I do this shit 'cause it's wrong but we were born right\n And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n 'Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay\n 'Cause I'm the man\n\n Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\n Keep this shit rough and raw my 45\n Make sure that I survive to another day\n To bust rhymes which from I get paid\n\n Now that's the end of my freestyle\n But it was left for dead\n But the shit 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with a straight face\n\nSurvivin', under conditions demons dinin'\nYou can run it but can't hide it, so step aside\nIt's the nigga that makes music for the streets\n'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets\n'Cause it's deep\n\nSome niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface\nThey let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\nA motherfucker sittin' on fat\nHe came up in the hood but he can't come back\n\nFuck that, I remain in the street game frame\nOn a mission to maintain me and take aim\nIn position to let my opposition know my life\n'Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\n\nSurvivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper\nI'm sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper\nFear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\nFuck bein' a nigga in your army\n\nThough I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\nWhat I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\nLet it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\nAnd 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hurricane\nIndependent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaine\n\nYou used to see C, C on the suit and tie\nBut we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds\nExecutive street millionaires\nNiggas gonna be 'bout it, 'bout till we gray in the wheel chair\n\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\n\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\n\nWhat do you get from boostin'?\nNiggas comin' out from California to represent them niggas in Houston\nAnd now we rockin' keep this shit poppin'\nAnd all my niggas across the bay know LA keep the shit hot\n\nI keep my glock inside my pants, don't give niggas a chance\nTo put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards\nUntil the day I die, you catch a nigga high on weed\nThe police can't find me\n\nMy shit will drop and I'll sell five million\nWhile all the niggas enter the game, get 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How can I ball?\nHow can I catch my enemies and murder them all?\n\nMy word of flame burn niggas inside their brain\nNiggas can't hang with me and like it changes\nScarface got me on this shit\nWe laced it motherfuckers in their body and face\n\nGrowin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga\nNiggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\nMOB and his lead keep me weeded\nKey niggas don't wanna see me when I got weed\n\nIn my system\nCatch another victim, capture bodies\nBring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah\n\nI party all night\nI do this shit 'cause it's wrong but we were born right\nAnd to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n'Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay\n'Cause I'm the man\n\nNow these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\nKeep this shit rough and raw my 45\nMake sure that I survive to another day\nTo bust rhymes which from I get paid\n\nNow that's the end of my freestyle\nBut it was left for dead\nBut the shit away you can hear it playin'\nWestside\n\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\n\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.97] Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent\n[00:25.77] Niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smilin'\n[00:28.65] And I'm drivin' to a place they're all warrin'\n[00:30.66] The lake we build houses but it's the hood we call home\n[00:33.56] In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real\n[00:37.46] We focused on the dollar bill, still\n[00:40.36] The outsiders tend to disrespect the place\n[00:42.22] Where niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight face\n[00:45.19] Survivin', under conditions demons dinin'\n[00:48.93] You can run it but can't hide it, so step aside\n[00:51.95] It's the nigga that makes music for the streets\n[00:53.84] 'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets\n[00:56.78] 'Cause it's deep\n[00:57.63] Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface\n[01:00.52] They let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\n[01:03.34] A motherfucker sittin' on fat\n[01:05.20] He came up in the hood but he can't come back\n[01:08.29] Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame\n[01:11.08] On a mission to maintain me and take aim\n[01:13.93] In position to let my opposition know my life\n[01:16.83] 'Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\n[01:19.82] Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper\n[01:23.71] I'm sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper\n[01:25.69] Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n[01:29.51] Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n[01:31.43] Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n[01:34.47] What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n[01:37.35] Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n[01:40.22] And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n[01:42.22] This is for my thug niggas\n[01:45.18] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:47.09] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:50.00] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:52.93] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:55.86] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:58.76] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[02:00.79] Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n[02:03.62] And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n[02:06.58] Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n[02:09.48] Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n[02:12.36] No limit soldiers to the fullest\n[02:14.23] See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n[02:18.14] We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n[02:20.04] Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n[02:23.97] My phone tapped, the feds on my tail\n[02:25.95] Got me paying luxury taxes on 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a place they're all warrin'\n The lake we build houses but it's the hood we call home\n\n In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real\n We focused on the dollar bill, still\n The outsiders tend to disrespect the place\n Where niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight face\n\n Survivin', under conditions demons dinin'\n You can run it but can't hide it, so step aside\n It's the nigga that makes music for the streets\n 'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets\n 'Cause it's deep\n\n Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface\n They let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\n A motherfucker sittin' on fat\n He came up in the hood but he can't come back\n\n Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame\n On a mission to maintain me and take aim\n In position to let my opposition know my life\n 'Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\n\n Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper\n I'm sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper\n Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n\n Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n This is for my thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n\n No limit soldiers to the fullest\n See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n\n My phone tapped, the feds on my tail\n Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build\n True to the ghetto that's my life\n You see that house on the lake it's for the kids and the wife\n\n You can test me if you wanna\n 'Cause I be dumpin' niggas off from New Orleans to California\n Rowdy like a hurricane\n Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaine\n\n You used to see C, C on the suit and tie\n But we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds\n Executive street millionaires\n Niggas gonna be 'bout it, 'bout till we gray in the wheel chair\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n What do you get from boostin'?\n Niggas comin' out from California to represent them niggas in Houston\n And now we rockin' keep this shit poppin'\n And all my niggas across the bay know LA keep the shit hot\n\n I keep my glock inside my pants, don't give niggas a chance\n To put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards\n Until the day I die, you catch a nigga high on weed\n The police can't find me\n\n My shit will drop and I'll sell five million\n While all the niggas enter the game, get caught up in drug dealin'\n How can I fall? 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a place they're all warrin'\n The lake we build houses but it's the hood we call home\n\n In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real\n We focused on the dollar bill, still\n The outsiders tend to disrespect the place\n Where niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight face\n\n Survivin', under conditions demons dinin'\n You can run it but can't hide it, so step aside\n It's the nigga that makes music for the streets\n 'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets\n 'Cause it's deep\n\n Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface\n They let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\n A motherfucker sittin' on fat\n He came up in the hood but he can't come back\n\n Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame\n On a mission to maintain me and take aim\n In position to let my opposition know my life\n 'Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\n\n Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper\n I'm sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper\n Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n\n Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n This is for my thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n\n No limit soldiers to the fullest\n See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n\n 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the bay know LA keep the shit hot\n\n I keep my glock inside my pants, don't give niggas a chance\n To put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards\n Until the day I die, you catch a nigga high on weed\n The police can't find me\n\n My shit will drop and I'll sell five million\n While all the niggas enter the game, get caught up in drug dealin'\n How can I fall? How can I ball?\n How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?\n\n My word of flame burn niggas inside their brain\n Niggas can't hang with me and like it changes\n Scarface got me on this shit\n We laced it motherfuckers in their body and face\n\n Growin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga\n Niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\n MOB and his lead keep me weeded\n Key niggas don't wanna see me when I got weed\n\n In my system\n Catch another victim, capture bodies\n Bring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah\n\n I party all night\n I do this shit 'cause it's wrong but we were born right\n And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n 'Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay\n 'Cause I'm the man\n\n Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\n Keep this shit rough and raw my 45\n Make sure that I survive to another day\n To bust rhymes which from I get paid\n\n Now that's the end of my freestyle\n But it was left for dead\n But the shit away you can hear it playin'\n Westside\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n"},{"id":21433203,"name":"Homies & Thugs","trackName":"Homies & Thugs","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"Greatest Hits","duration":234.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Verse 1:\n(scarface)\nGhetto niggaz remain violent all the killers remain silent\nNiggaz strapped with 45's and ain't smiling\nAnd I'm driving to a place they're all rome'\nThe lake we build houses but it's the hood we call home\nIn the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real\nWe focused on the dollar bill, still\nThe outsiders tend to disrespect the place\nWhere niggaz do their struggling die with a straight face\nSurviving, under conditions demons dinin'\nYou can run it but can't hide it so step aside\nIts the nigga that makin' music for the streets\nCause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,\nCause it's deep\nSome niggaz make it out the neighborhood and won't circle\nAnd let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\nA motherfucker sitting on fat\nWho done came up in the hood but he can't come back\nFuck that, I remain in the street game frame\nOn a mission to maintian me and take aim\nIn position to let my opposition know my life\nCause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\nSurviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper\nI'm sinking in this motherfucker deeper\nFear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me\nFuck being a nigga in your army; 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though I'm a killer\n Enter the ghetto so that you can see\n What I mean when I say I love this cause it love me\n Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange\n And talking 'bout a motherfucking change\n This is for my thug niggaz\n (chorus x6)\n This is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh)\n Verse 2\n (master p)\n 'face, imagine us working at mcdonald's\n And me and you selling fucking tapes in the bahamas\n Gold slug, a car full of thug niggaz\n Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n No limit soldiers to the fullest\n See I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n Real ghetto niggaz can't be stopped\n Got me mixing up dope with little j down at rap-a-lot\n My phone tapped the feds on my tail\n Got me paying luxury taxes on everything I build\n True to the ghetto that's my life\n You see that house on the lake it's for the kids and the wife\n You can test me if you wanna\n Cause I be dumping niggaz off from new orleans to california\n Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)\n Independent, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine\n You used to see c.e.o.'s in a suit and tie\n But we young niggaz in tennis shoes and diamonds\n Executive street millionaires\n Niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair\n Chorus x6\n Verse 3:\n (doracell)\n It's alive, and I'mma be tha muhfuckin' one\n Make these niggas want some\n Here I come\n Da last don\n Niggaz steady claiming this\n Tatted on my wrist since 86\n What tha fuck?\n I'm sitting in my cell block stuck\n Listening to this shit my radio did\n Shit, gotta change the situation\n Write a letta to the warden mothafuck all this time wasting\n Chasin' niggas wit my occupation\n Clean across the nation\n Lookin' for two-facin\n The gangsta, the killa, and the dope-dealer all in one\n Now past me my muthafuckin' gun\n Niggaz feelin' they invinsible\n Til' they dealin' wit tha muthafuckin' principle\n Doracell nigga\n I ain't scared cause 2 pac got kilt\n I'm on tilt\n Feelin' the muthafuckin' guilt\n Thug nigga\n"},{"id":21590905,"name":"Homies & Thugs","trackName":"Homies & Thugs","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"R.N.D.S. 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How can I ball?\nHow can I catch my enemies and murder them all?\n\nMy word of flame burn niggas inside their brain\nNiggas can't hang with me and like it changes\nScarface got me on this shit\nWe laced it motherfuckers in their body and face\n\nGrowin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga\nNiggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\nMOB and his lead keep me weeded\nKey niggas don't wanna see me when I got weed\n\nIn my system\nCatch another victim, capture bodies\nBring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah\n\nI party all night\nI do this shit 'cause it's wrong but we were born right\nAnd to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n'Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay\n'Cause I'm the man\n\nNow these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\nKeep this shit rough and raw my 45\nMake sure that I survive to another day\nTo bust rhymes which from I get paid\n\nNow that's the end of my freestyle\nBut it was left for dead\nBut the shit away you can hear it playin'\nWestside\n\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\n\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas\nThis one for the homies and thug niggas","syncedLyrics":"[00:20.97] Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent\n[00:25.77] Niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smilin'\n[00:28.65] And I'm drivin' to a place they're all warrin'\n[00:30.66] The lake we build houses but it's the hood we call home\n[00:33.56] In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real\n[00:37.46] We focused on the dollar bill, still\n[00:40.36] The outsiders tend to disrespect the place\n[00:42.22] Where niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight face\n[00:45.19] Survivin', under conditions demons dinin'\n[00:48.93] You can run it but can't hide it, so step aside\n[00:51.95] It's the nigga that makes music for the streets\n[00:53.84] 'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets\n[00:56.78] 'Cause it's deep\n[00:57.63] Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface\n[01:00.52] They let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\n[01:03.34] A motherfucker sittin' on fat\n[01:05.20] He came up in the hood but he can't come back\n[01:08.29] Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame\n[01:11.08] On a mission to maintain me and take aim\n[01:13.93] In position to let my opposition know my life\n[01:16.83] 'Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\n[01:19.82] Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper\n[01:23.71] I'm sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper\n[01:25.69] Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n[01:29.51] Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n[01:31.43] Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n[01:34.47] What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n[01:37.35] Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n[01:40.22] And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n[01:42.22] This is for my thug niggas\n[01:45.18] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:47.09] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:50.00] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:52.93] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:55.86] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[01:58.76] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[02:00.79] Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n[02:03.62] And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n[02:06.58] Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n[02:09.48] Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n[02:12.36] No limit soldiers to the fullest\n[02:14.23] See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n[02:18.14] We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n[02:20.04] Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n[02:23.97] My phone tapped, the feds on my tail\n[02:25.95] Got me paying luxury taxes on 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represent them niggas in Houston\n[03:22.28] And now we rockin' keep this shit poppin'\n[03:24.23] And all my niggas across the bay know LA keep the shit hot\n[03:28.03] I keep my glock inside my pants, don't give niggas a chance\n[03:30.08] To put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards\n[03:33.96] Until the day I die, you catch a nigga high on weed\n[03:37.82] The police can't find me\n[03:39.77] My shit will drop and I'll sell five million\n[03:41.62] While all the niggas enter the game, get caught up in drug dealin'\n[03:44.66] How can I fall? How can I ball?\n[03:47.50] How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?\n[03:50.47] My word of flame burn niggas inside their brain\n[03:53.33] Niggas can't hang with me and like it changes\n[03:56.26] Scarface got me on this shit\n[03:59.16] We laced it motherfuckers in their body and face\n[04:02.01] Growin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga\n[04:05.09] Niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\n[04:07.83] MOB and his lead keep me weeded\n[04:10.72] Key niggas don't wanna see me when I got weed\n[04:13.67] In my system\n[04:14.62] Catch another victim, capture bodies\n[04:16.53] Bring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah\n[04:19.44] I party all night\n[04:20.33] I do this shit 'cause it's wrong but we were born right\n[04:23.29] And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n[04:26.09] 'Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay\n[04:28.89] 'Cause I'm the man\n[04:30.76] Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\n[04:34.56] Keep this shit rough and raw my 45\n[04:37.34] Make sure that I survive to another day\n[04:40.14] To bust rhymes which from I get paid\n[04:43.04] Now that's the end of my freestyle\n[04:45.02] But it was left for dead\n[04:45.97] But the shit away you can hear it playin'\n[04:47.98] Westside\n[04:48.81] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[04:51.75] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[04:54.60] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[04:57.57] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:00.46] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:03.47] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:20.87] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:30.63] This one for the homies and thug niggas\n[05:33.50] ","lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Homies & Thugs\n artist: Scarface\n album: R.N.D.S. 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How can I ball?\n start_ms: 224660\n end_ms: 227500\n- text: How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?\n start_ms: 227500\n end_ms: 230470\n- text: My word of flame burn niggas inside their brain\n start_ms: 230470\n end_ms: 233330\n- text: Niggas can't hang with me and like it changes\n start_ms: 233330\n end_ms: 236260\n- text: Scarface got me on this shit\n start_ms: 236260\n end_ms: 239160\n- text: We laced it motherfuckers in their body and face\n start_ms: 239160\n end_ms: 242010\n- text: Growin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga\n start_ms: 242010\n end_ms: 245090\n- text: Niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\n start_ms: 245090\n end_ms: 247830\n- text: MOB and his lead keep me weeded\n start_ms: 247830\n end_ms: 250720\n- text: Key niggas don't wanna see me when I got weed\n start_ms: 250720\n end_ms: 253670\n- text: In my system\n start_ms: 253670\n end_ms: 254620\n- text: Catch another victim, capture bodies\n start_ms: 254620\n end_ms: 256530\n- 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285970\n- text: But the shit away you can hear it playin'\n start_ms: 285970\n end_ms: 287980\n- text: Westside\n start_ms: 287980\n end_ms: 288810\n- text: This one for the homies and thug niggas\n start_ms: 288810\n end_ms: 291750\n- text: This one for the homies and thug niggas\n start_ms: 291750\n end_ms: 294600\n- text: This one for the homies and thug niggas\n start_ms: 294600\n end_ms: 297570\n- text: This one for the homies and thug niggas\n start_ms: 297570\n end_ms: 300460\n- text: This one for the homies and thug niggas\n start_ms: 300460\n end_ms: 303470\n- text: This one for the homies and thug niggas\n start_ms: 303470\n end_ms: 320870\n- text: This one for the homies and thug niggas\n start_ms: 320870\n end_ms: 330630\n- text: This one for the homies and thug niggas\n start_ms: 330630\n end_ms: 333500\n- text: ''\n start_ms: 333500\nplain: |-\n Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent\n Niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smilin'\n And I'm drivin' to a place they're all warrin'\n The lake we build houses but it's the hood we call home\n\n In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real\n We focused on the dollar bill, still\n The outsiders tend to disrespect the place\n Where niggas do their strugglin' die with a straight face\n\n Survivin', under conditions demons dinin'\n You can run it but can't hide it, so step aside\n It's the nigga that makes music for the streets\n 'Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets\n 'Cause it's deep\n\n Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface\n They let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\n A motherfucker sittin' on fat\n He came up in the hood but he can't come back\n\n Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame\n On a mission to maintain me and take aim\n In position to let my opposition know my life\n 'Cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\n\n Survivin', sittin' on a key doin' business on a beeper\n I'm sinkin' in this motherfucker deeper\n Fear the Reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n Fuck bein' a nigga in your army\n\n Though I'm a killer, enter the ghetto so that you can see\n What I mean when I say I love this 'cause it loves me\n Let it be, stop lookin' at this motherfucker strange\n And talkin' 'bout a motherfuckin' change\n This is for my thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n Grace imagined us workin' at McDonald's\n And me and you sellin' fuckin' toasted up the hummus\n Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n\n No limit soldiers to the fullest\n See I was raised on red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n Got me mixin' up dope with little J down at rap a lot\n\n My phone tapped, the feds on my tail\n Got me paying luxury taxes on everythin' I build\n True to the ghetto that's my life\n You see that house on the lake it's for the kids and the wife\n\n You can test me if you wanna\n 'Cause I be dumpin' niggas off from New Orleans to California\n Rowdy like a hurricane\n Independent, black owned, got them hooked on this cocaine\n\n You used to see C, C on the suit and tie\n But we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds\n Executive street millionaires\n Niggas gonna be 'bout it, 'bout till we gray in the wheel chair\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n What do you get from boostin'?\n Niggas comin' out from California to represent them niggas in Houston\n And now we rockin' keep this shit poppin'\n And all my niggas across the bay know LA keep the shit hot\n\n I keep my glock inside my pants, don't give niggas a chance\n To put me inside a casket, you dirty bastards\n Until the day I die, you catch a nigga high on weed\n The police can't find me\n\n My shit will drop and I'll sell five million\n While all the niggas enter the game, get caught up in drug dealin'\n How can I fall? How can I ball?\n How can I catch my enemies and murder them all?\n\n My word of flame burn niggas inside their brain\n Niggas can't hang with me and like it changes\n Scarface got me on this shit\n We laced it motherfuckers in their body and face\n\n Growin' quicker, liquor made me a daddy and nigga\n Niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\n MOB and his lead keep me weeded\n Key niggas don't wanna see me when I got weed\n\n In my system\n Catch another victim, capture bodies\n Bring a shottie to the fuckin' party, yeah\n\n I party all night\n I do this shit 'cause it's wrong but we were born right\n And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n 'Till these bitches understand nigga my song pay\n 'Cause I'm the man\n\n Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\n Keep this shit rough and raw my 45\n Make sure that I survive to another day\n To bust rhymes which from I get paid\n\n Now that's the end of my freestyle\n But it was left for dead\n But the shit away you can hear it playin'\n Westside\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n This one for the homies and thug niggas\n"},{"id":40156518,"name":"Homies and Thugs","trackName":"Homies and Thugs","artistName":"Scarface","albumName":"Rap-a-Lot Greatest Features","duration":235.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"Scarface\nMy Homies\nHomies and Thuggs\n\nGhetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent\nniggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiling\nAnd I'm driving to a place they're all warrin'\nthe lake we build houses but its the hood we call home\nIn the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real\nwe focused on the dollar bill, still\nThe outsiders tend to disrespect the place\nwhere niggas do thier struggling die with a straight face\nSurviving, under conditions demons dinin'\nyou can run it but can't hide it so step aside\nIts the nigga that makes music for the streets\ncause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,\ncause its deep\nSome niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface\nand let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\nA motherfucker sitting on fat\nhe came up in the hood but he can't come back\nFuck that, I remain in the street game frame\non a mission to maintian me and take aim\nIn position to let my opposition know my life\ncause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\nSurviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper\nI'm sinking in this motherfucker deeper\nFear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me\nfuck being a nigga in your army; though I'm a killer\nEnter the ghetto so that you can see\nwhat I mean when I say I love this cause it love me\nLet it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange\nand talking 'bout a motherfucking change\nThis is for my thug niggas\n\nThis is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)\n\n'Face, picture us working at McDonald's\nand me and you selling fucking toasted up (?)\nGold slug, a car full of thug niggas\ntwenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\nNo Limit soldiers to the fullest\nsee I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh\nWe ghetto niggas can't be stopped\ngot me mixing up dope with little J down at Rap-A-Lot\nMy phone tapped the feds on my tail\ngot me paying luxury taxes on everything I build\nTrue to the ghetto that's my life\nyou see that house on the lake its for the kids and the wife\nYou can test me if you wanna\ncause I be dumping niggas off from New Orleans to California\nRowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)\nindependant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine\nYou used to see C in a suit and tie\nbut we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds\nExecutive street millionaires\nniggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair\n\nWhat do you get from boosting?\nniggas coming out from california to represent them niggas from\nHouston\nAnd now we rocking keep this shit popping\nand all my niggas across the bay know L.A. keep the shit hot\nI keep my glock inside my pants, dont give niggas a chance\nto put me inside a casket you dirty bastards\nUntil the day I die you catch a nigga high off weed the police can't\nfind me\nMy shit will drop and I'll sell five million\nwhile all the niggas enter the game get caught up in drug dealing\nHow can I fall? how can I ball, how can I catch my enemies and murder\nthem all?\nMy word of flame burn niggas inside thier brain\nniggas can't hang with me, and like it changes, uh\nScarface got me on this shit\nwe laced it motherfuckers in thier body and face, uh\nGrowing thicker, liquor made me daddy and nigga\nniggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\nM.O.B. and the leaf keep me weeded\nthem niggas don't wanna see me when i got weed in my system\nCatch another victim, capture bodies\nbring a shottie to the fucking party, yeah\nI party all night\nI do this shit cause its wrong but we were born right\nAnd to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n'till these bitches understand nigga my song pay; cause I'm the man\nNow these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\nkeep this shit rough and raw my 45\nMake sure that I survive to another day\nto bust rhymes which from I get paid\nNow that's the end of my freestyle but it was left for dead\nbut the shit away you can hear it playing, westside","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n title: Homies and Thugs\n artist: Scarface\n album: Rap-a-Lot Greatest Features\n duration_ms: 235000\n instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n Scarface\n My Homies\n Homies and Thuggs\n\n Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent\n niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smiling\n And I'm driving to a place they're all warrin'\n the lake we build houses but its the hood we call home\n In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real\n we focused on the dollar bill, still\n The outsiders tend to disrespect the place\n where niggas do thier struggling die with a straight face\n Surviving, under conditions demons dinin'\n you can run it but can't hide it so step aside\n Its the nigga that makes music for the streets\n cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,\n cause its deep\n Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surface\n and let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose?\n A motherfucker sitting on fat\n he came up in the hood but he can't come back\n Fuck that, I remain in the street game frame\n on a mission to maintian me and take aim\n In position to let my opposition know my life\n cause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right?\n Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeper\n I'm sinking in this motherfucker deeper\n Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me\n fuck being a nigga in your army; though I'm a killer\n Enter the ghetto so that you can see\n what I mean when I say I love this cause it love me\n Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange\n and talking 'bout a motherfucking change\n This is for my thug niggas\n\n This is for my homies and my thug niggas (uuuuugh)\n\n 'Face, picture us working at McDonald's\n and me and you selling fucking toasted up (?)\n Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas\n twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers\n No Limit soldiers to the fullest\n see I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh\n We ghetto niggas can't be stopped\n got me mixing up dope with little J down at Rap-A-Lot\n My phone tapped the feds on my tail\n got me paying luxury taxes on everything I build\n True to the ghetto that's my life\n you see that house on the lake its for the kids and the wife\n You can test me if you wanna\n cause I be dumping niggas off from New Orleans to California\n Rowdy like a hurricane (uuuuuugh)\n independant, black owned got them hooked on this cocaine\n You used to see C in a suit and tie\n but we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds\n Executive street millionaires\n niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair\n\n What do you get from boosting?\n niggas coming out from california to represent them niggas from\n Houston\n And now we rocking keep this shit popping\n and all my niggas across the bay know L.A. keep the shit hot\n I keep my glock inside my pants, dont give niggas a chance\n to put me inside a casket you dirty bastards\n Until the day I die you catch a nigga high off weed the police can't\n find me\n My shit will drop and I'll sell five million\n while all the niggas enter the game get caught up in drug dealing\n How can I fall? how can I ball, how can I catch my enemies and murder\n them all?\n My word of flame burn niggas inside thier brain\n niggas can't hang with me, and like it changes, uh\n Scarface got me on this shit\n we laced it motherfuckers in thier body and face, uh\n Growing thicker, liquor made me daddy and nigga\n niggas don't wanna see me world wide mob figure\n M.O.B. and the leaf keep me weeded\n them niggas don't wanna see me when i got weed in my system\n Catch another victim, capture bodies\n bring a shottie to the fucking party, yeah\n I party all night\n I do this shit cause its wrong but we were born right\n And to the niggas in my zone we do it long ways\n 'till these bitches understand nigga my song pay; cause I'm the man\n Now these are my homeboys, we outlaws till the day we die\n keep this shit rough and raw my 45\n Make sure that I survive to another day\n to bust rhymes which from I get paid\n Now that's the end of my freestyle but it was left for dead\n but the shit away you can hear it playing, westside\n"}]