no limit motherfuckin soldiers and the rap a lot crime family scarface master p they ain t ready for this y all yeah ghetto niggas remain violent all the killers 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  this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas face imagine us working at mcdonald s to me and you selling fucking tapes to the bahamas gold slug a car full of thug niggas twenty inch so we drug dealers no limit soldiers to the fullest see i was raised on red beans the size of some bullets huh we ghetto niggas can t be stopped got me mixing up dope with little jay 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 niggas off from new orleans to california rowdy like a hurricane independent black owned got em hooked on this cocaine you used to see ceos in suits and ties but we young niggas in tennis shoes and diam executive street millionaires niggas gonna be bout it bout til we gray in the wheel chair this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas what do you get from boosting niggas coming out from california and represent them niggas in houston and now 2pac ll keep this shit popping and all my niggas across the bay know l a keep this shit hot i keep a glock inside my pants don t give a chance put me inside a casket you dirty bastards until the day i die you catch a nigga high off weed the police can t find me my shit is dropping and i ll sell five million while all the niggas enter the game they caught up in this drug dealing now how can i fall how can i ball how can i catch my enemies and murder em all my words of flame burn niggas inside their brain niggas can t hang with me and nuttin s changes uh scarface got me on this shit we lace heat mothafuckas in they body and face uh growing quicker liquor made me your daddy your nigga niggas don t wanna see me worldwide mob figure m o b hennessy keep me g d and ki d niggas dont wanna see me when i got weed in my system catch another victim catchin bodies bring a shotty to the fucking party yeah i party all night i do this shit cause it s wrong but we born right and to these niggas in my zone we do it long ways til these bitches understand nigga my song pays cause i m the man now these is my homeboys we outlaws til the day we die keep this shit rough and raw my 45 make sho that i survived to another day just bust rhymes and brothers get paid now that s the end of my freestyle but it was left for dead buy my shit and you can hear it plain west side niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas this one for the homies and the thug niggas2