1: (Scarface) Ghetto niggaz violent all the killers remain silent niggaz strapped with 45's and smiling And I'm to a place they're all rome' the lake we houses but its the hood we call home In the ghetto the only a motherfucker will keep it real we focused on the bill, still The outsiders to disrespect the place niggaz do thier struggling die with a straight face Surviving, under conditions dinin' you can run it but can't hide it so step Its the nigga that makin' for the streets cause I love this motherfucker like pussy no sheets, its deep Some niggaz make it out the and won't circle and let the money make them nervous, the purpose? A motherfucker on fat Who came up in the hood but he can't come back Fuck that, I in the street game frame on a mission to maintian me and aim In position to let my know my life cause off in streets I keep it real but what's right? Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a I'm sinking in motherfucker deeper Fear the reaper that no man or woman harm me fuck being a nigga in your army; though I'm a Enter the ghetto so you can see what I when I say I love this cause it love me Let it be, stop at this motherfucker strange and 'bout a motherfucking change This is for my niggaz
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is for my homies and my thug niggaz (uuuuugh)
2 (Master P) 'Face, imagine us working at and me and you fucking tapes in the Bahamas Gold slug, a car full of niggaz twenty inch candy paint so we drug dealers No Limit to the fullest see I was raised on some red the size of some bullets, huh Real ghetto niggaz be stopped got me mixing up dope with little J at Rap-A-Lot My phone tapped the on my tail got me paying luxury taxes on I build True to the ghetto that's my you see that house on the lake its for the kids and the You can test me if you cause I be dumping niggaz off from New to California like a hurricane (uuuuuugh) independant, black got them hooked on this cocaine You used to see C.E.O.'s in a and tie but we young niggaz in tennis shoes and Executive millionaires niggas gonna be bout it till we gray in the wheel chair
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3: (Doracell) It's alive, and be tha muhfuckin' one these niggas want some Here I Da Don Niggaz claiming this on my wrist since 86 What tha I'm in my cell block stuck Listening to shit my radio did Shit, change the situation Write a to the warden mothafuck all this time wasting niggas wit my occupation Clean across the for two-facin The gangsta, the killa, and the all in one Now me my muthafuckin' gun Niggaz they invinsible Til' they dealin' wit tha muthafuckin' nigga I ain't scared cause 2 pac got I'm on the muthafuckin' guilt Thug