Scarface, Master P & 2Pac - Homies And Thugs Chords

_ _ _ _ _ _ [Am] _ _
[A] _ _ _ [B] I'm getting [F] a mother fucker told me.
_ _ I'm a rapper like crime.
_ [B] _ No [Am] limit.
No limit, a rapper like.
_ [B] _ Stop it. _
_ _ _ You [F] ain't ready for this, y'all. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [D] _ [G] Little [A] niggas remain pop.
All the [B] killers remain [A] south. _
Niggas trapped with [B] four fives and ain't [F] smiling.
And I'm driving to a place they all want.
Little angry Bill Hopkins, but it's [Am] the hood we call home.
In the ghetto, the only [B] place a motherfucker [A] will keep his money.
We focused on [B] the dollar bill, [F] the skill, the outsiders, and the disrespect.
_ When niggas do they [D] struggle at that [G] with a straight [A] face.
The [Am] vibe, under [B] conditions, demon [Am]-tied.
You can run it, but [B] can't hide it.
Some step [F] aside.
It's ridiculous making music for the streets.
[B] Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no [A] sheets.
Cause indeed, some niggas [Em] make it out the neighborhood [Am] and won't surface.
They let [Em] the money make them [F] nervous, but the purpose.
_ Motherfucker sitting on that.
Hood [D] came about the hood.
Hood money [G] can't come [Am] back.
Fuck that.
I remain [B] in the street.
Can't [A] refrain from the mission.
To maintain [B] me, you take [F] aim. _
Can't live my [B] opposition.
Know my [F] life is [C] off in these streets.
I keep it real with what's [Am] right.
Surviving, [E] sitting on the key.
Doing [Am] business on a beaver.
Or snaking [E] in this motherfucker [F] deeper. _
That no man [A] born a woman.
[F] _
Fuck me, you [D] niggas in your [G] arc.
Though [Am] I'm a killer.
Enter the [E] ghetto so that you can [Am] see.
What I mean when I say I [B] love this.
Cause it loves [F] me.
Let it be.
Stop looking at this motherfucker strange.
[A] And talking about a [B] motherfucking change.
This [A] is for my thug niggas.
This one for [B] the homies in the [Am] thug, niggas.
This one for [B] the homies in the [F] thug, niggas.
This one for the homies in the thug, [B] niggas.
This one for the homies in the [A] thug, [A] niggas.
This one for the homies in the thug, niggas.
This one for [B] the homies in the [A] thug, niggas.
This one for [B] the homies in the [F] thug, niggas.
Face imagine us working at McDonald's.
But me and you [D] selling fucking [G] tastes of the [Am] Bahamas. _
Gold slug.
A car full of thug niggas.
20 inch wheels.
Can't it pain so we [F] drug dealing?
Don't let me [A] soldier to the fullest.
See I was bred, don't let it be [B] the size of some [Am] bullets.
Real ghetto niggas [B] can't be stopped.
Got me mixing up though with Lil' J down in [F] Rappalot.
My phone tapped.
The fads on my till.
Got me paying lux with [D] taxes on [G] everything I [A] build.
True to the ghetto, nigga.
That's [B] my life.
[Am] You see that house on the lake is for [E] the kids and the [F] wife.
You can text me [A] if you want.
Cause I be dumping niggas
all from [E] New Orleans [Am] to _ California.
_ Riding [Em] like a hurricane.
[Am] Independent [A] black bone.
[B] Got them hooked on this [F] cocaine.
You're used to seeing CEOs in student times.
[D] But we young niggas
in [G] tennis shoes and [Am] dyes.
It's negative [B] street millionaires.
_ [A] Niggas gonna be buying it by [Em] Jimmy [F] Gray
in a wheelchair. _
This one for the homies in the thug, [A] nigga.
This one for [B] the homies in the [F] thug, nigga.
_ This one for the homies in the thug, nigga.
[D] This one for the [G] homies in the [A] thug, nigga.
_ This one for [B] the homies in the [A] thug, nigga.
This one for [B] the homies in the thug, nigga.
This one for the homies in the [A] thug, nigga.
[A] This one for the homies in the thug, nigga.
This one for the homies in the thug, nigga.
What do you get for loosening?
[Am] Niggas coming out from California.
[Em] Here representing them niggas [F] in Houston.
And now you gotta keep this shit poppin'.
And all my niggas across the state,
ain't no [Em] LA to keep this [A] shit hot.
[Am] I keep a beating inside my pants,
don't give milk, it's a chair.
Put me inside [Em] a casket, you work [F] bad shit.
Until the day I die,
you catch a nigga I [D] off feed.
The [G] police can't [Am] find me.
My shit dropping, I sell 5 million.
While all these niggas look for [A] the gang,
[C] they caught up in some [F] dealing.
Now how can I move?
How can I move?
How can I catch my enemies [C] and murder them all?
[A] My [Am] war is aflame.
Hungry niggas inside, they pray.
Niggas can't hang with me, and nothing's [F] safe. _
_ Scorpies got it on this shit.
Let's see [D] _ motherfuckers in their [G] body and face.
[Am] _
Go on nigga, lick em.
Make me attach to your nigga.
Niggas don't wanna [Em] see me worldwide.
[F] My own nigga, M.O..B. And the T.E.E. Keep me eating, keep niggas on the [B] TV. When I got [A] weed in my [Am] system, you catch another nigga, catch a body. Bring a shot, [A] it's a fucking [Em] party. Yeah, [F] I party all night. I do [E] this shit cause it's wrong, but we [D] all right. And to these niggas [G] in my soul, [Am] we doing long way. To these bitches under skin, nigga, my soul pay, cause I'm [Em] the man. Now [F] please, this my homeboy. We outlaws till the day we die. [A] Keep this shit rock [Em] and roll. My [A] profile make [B] sure that I survive. To an end [Am] of day, this broke [Em] bombs and problems get paid. [F] Now that's the end of my freestyle. When it was a new day, [D] I was on the street, you could hear [G] it play. [Am] Where's my nigga? People call [B] the homies in the [Am] club, nigga. People call [B] the homies in the [A] club, nigga. _ People call [B] the homies in the [Am] club, nigga. People call [B] the homies in the [F] club, nigga. People call the homies in the club, nigga. [D] _ People call the [G] homies in the [Am] club, nigga. _ People call the [B] _ _ _ [A] _ homies in the club, nigga. People call the homies in the club, nigga. _ [F] _ _ _ _