Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Homies & Thuggs [The Remix]’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
[Scarface]
Ghetto niggas remain violent all the killers remain silent
Niggas strapped with 45’s and ain’t smiling
And I’m driving to a place they’re all rome’
The lake we build houses but its the hood we call home
In the ghetto the only place a motherfucker will keep it real
We focused on the dollar bill, still
The outsiders tend to disrespect the place
Where niggas do their struggling die with a straight face
Surviving, under conditions demons dinin’
You can run it but can’t hide it so step aside
Its the nigga that making music for the streets
Cause I love this motherfucker like pussy with no sheets,
Cause its deep
Some niggas make it out the neighborhood and won’t circle
And let the money make them nervous, what’s the purpose?
A motherfucker sitting on fat
Who done came up in the hood but he can’t come back
F*ck that, I remain in the street game frame
On a mission to maintain me and 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 key doing business on a beeper
I’m sinking in this motherfucker deeper
Fear the reaper that no man born or woman harm me
F*ck being a nigga 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 love me
Let it be, stop looking at this motherfucker strange
And talking ’bout a motherfucking change
This is for my thug niggas
[Chorus: x6]
This is for my homies and my thug niggas
[Master P]
‘Face, imagine us working at McDonald’s
And me and you selling fucking tapes in the Bahamas
Gold slug, a car full of thug niggas
Twenty inch wheels candy paint so we drug dealers
No Limit soldiers to the fullest
See I was raised on some red beans the size of some bullets, huh
Real ghetto niggas can’t be stopped
Got me mixing up dope with little J 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 its 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 them hooked on this cocaine
You used to see C.E.O.’s in a suit and tie
But we young niggas in tennis shoes and diamonds
Executive street millionaires
Niggas gonna be bout it bout till we gray in the wheel chair
[Chorus: x6]
[Doracell]
It’s alive, and I’ma be tha motherfucking one
Make these niggas want some
Here I come
Da Last Don
Niggas steady claiming this
Tatted on my wrist since 86
What the f*ck?
I’m sitting in my cell block stuck
Listening to this shit my radio did
Shit, gotta change the situation
Write a letta to the warden motherfuck all this time wasting
Chasin’ niggas wit my occupation
Clean across the nation
Lookin’ for two-facin
The gangsta, the killa, and the dope-dealer all in one
Now past me my motherfucking gun
Niggas feelin’ they invincible
Til’ they dealin’ wit tha motherfucking principle
Doracell nigga
I ain’t scared cause 2pac got kilt
I’m on tilt
Feelin’ the motherfucking guilt
Thug Nigga