Surviving, sitting on a key doing business on a beeperįear the reaper that no man born or woman harm meįuck being a nigga in your army though I'm a killer In position to let my opposition know my lifeĬause off in these streets I keep it real but what's right? He came up in the hood but he can't come backįuck that, I remain in the street game frame Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won't surfaceĪnd let the money make them nervous, what's the purpose? Its the nigga that makes music for the streetsĬause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets You can run it but can't hide it so step aside Surviving, under conditions demons dinin'

Where niggas do thier struggling 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 its the hood we call home Niggas strapped with 45's and ain't smilingĪnd I'm driving to a place they're all warrin' Ghetto niggas remain violent while the killers remain silent

Scarface homies and thugs