[Method Man]
Gonna throw a lil' somethin like this
Pacewon
Mista Meth
Young Zee
Funk Doctah
Come on
[Pacewon]
Yo, yo, yo
I like to smoke I like to gamble
Slap that face I'm like Anthony Saprano
Lets here it for the mob boss
Bird catch it highed up til his eyes crossed
Fat belly, tall boy loungin with his socks off
No tan, toe jam like Roseanne
Got guns so big I bust with both hands
Pull 9 M-M's and tecs that don't jam
Mad family and friends in the drug program
[Method Man]
I go raaaaarr raaaaarr like I had cereberal palsy
We ain't got no time to be playin with y'all see
Shoalin, Dirty Jers' what y'all aint heard?
Fuckin ya birds, pluckin ya nerves, puffin ya herb
Slap ya C.E.O. off his podeum
Hand in my coat like Napoleon
Wrapped around a hot nickelodeon
Oh seven one three oh four thats the code we in
School of hard knocks here we go again
[Young Zee]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Aiyyo Hot Nicks you got me noddin of the doses
While the Outs burn bush like God talkin to Moses
They mad I push the F1 with three front seats
Rock fatter chains than slave workers had on they feet
Smoke blunts til my breath smell, hop on my Nextel
Chick from West L bang her head against the bed rail
Ya'll betta leave 'fore Zee get evil
I'll tell you a secret, I see dead people
[Redman]
Aiyyo, aiyyo Pace
The Doc sports timbs with no lace
I come in her mouth and it look like colgate
I'm a gorilla, chewin on bananas
Psycho Im the one that blew my head in ?scanners?
BRICKS, lyrics and guns gotta stay smokin
Even Live to L.A. don't leave the gate open
I carry two shotties and I'ma squeeze both'um
And when I'm done me and ya bitch elopin
[Hook:]
[Young Zee] Y'all know, this how its suppose to be
And Y'all know
[Method Man] Think of me 'fore you smoke them trees
[Young Zee] And Y'all know
[Pacewon] Wack raps make me choke emcees
[Young Zee] Aiyyo people, yo who the fuck we be?
[Method Man] Who you be?
[Young Zee] Young Zee from the M-P-C
[Method Man] Who you be?
[Redman] Funk Doc from the P-P-P
[Method Man] Who you be?
[Pacewon] Pacewon from the O-U-T
[Method Man] Who you be?
Mista Meth, Wu-Tang Killer Bee
[Redman]
Aiyyo presto outta box
Tap you white folks outta locks
Take the shotguns out the grandfather clocks
Planets that I rock you can't astronaut
My house was on Afrika Bambattas block
Aiyyo my candy is prepared for manhandlin
The click from jammin avalanched the grand canyon
Thats how big it is, how large it is
Pitbull bite ??? through it ???
[Young Zee]
Yeah
Tryin to scare Zee and Funk Doc y'all playin
If this Scary Movie, you the fag like Shawn Wayans
I pop a lot, I pop shit I pop guns
I pop cherries nigga my pops on the run
You pop shit ya crew betta run
I pop all these shells out and shot pellet guns
Yeah rock box I loot Elle and run
Rock the Bells mix it with Duke Ellington
[Method Man]
They call me Mista Tecal ya stallion
Hard headed dick gotta pussy fetish
Get'cha cosmetic, Meth at it call a medic
And while we said it
These niggas wanna catch amnesia and like forget it
The Outsidaz and y'all can call me Bony Boy
Or Rockwilder when we Face Off like Castor Troy
Creep with me as I roll through the stack
Maniac, lunatic and my whole click packed
[Pacewon]
Aiyyo Doc
I be spaced like Star Wars
Hardcore nigga don't lock my car doors
I rock shells toes backspin on cardboard
Gazelle type frames, wave caps, and four-fours
Graffiti to place leave my tag Pace Blunta
The barrel of my glock stay hot like late summer
You freckle motherfuckas need shade to lay under
JAKE HUNTER, look but don't bite I take cover
[Outsidaz hum the beat for the first four bars]
[Pace Won] Yo, PACE WON!!
[Chorus One: Pace Won]
Get up, get up, get up, get up!
You get wet up, wet up, wet up, wet up!
Don't get set up, set up, set up, set up!
You better step up, step up, step up!
We comin with the HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - everybody!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - tell your people!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - tell your friends!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - one more time!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - tell your people!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - tell your friends!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - it's The Rah Rah
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH
[Pace Won]
.. and it go
BUST IT, bulletproof on, lookin rugged
Pace Won, WHAT? The wrong one to fuck wit
Bandana tied in front, on some thug shit
People givin me props; LOVE IS LOVE KID!
I live the life most teens dream about
A record deal - got mad guns cream n clout
Always packin my bags, bein out
If only my grand-ma-ma could see me now! (I miss you)
I'm the bomb, the man with crazy plans
My wordplay, make you Flip Modes like Baby Sham
A hardcore nigga for life with shady scams
Wanna do a song? One verse cost 80 grand!
I cock a glock like Funk Docta Spock
and I represent Roc-a-Blok DAILY
Let me ask my people in the back;
let me know, can you feel me?
Go for mine like Malik Sealy - REALLY!
Pace Won make the place jump, like aerobics
Like E-Dub I stay "Focused" - HUH!
No role models in the world livin right so I show kids
Y'all sing the hook while I roll this - YO!
It go..
[Chorus Two: Pace Won]
Get up, get up, get up, get up!
You get wet up, wet up, wet up, wet up!
Don't get set up, set up, set up, set up!
You better step up, step up, step up!
We comin with the HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - everybody!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - tell your people!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - it's The Rah Rah!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH
[Pace Won]
.. yo, yo!
I'm the next B-I-G, V.I.P., pumpin "Juicy"
Made my debut with The Fugees, now I'm looney
Money hungry self-centered nigga actin MOODY
Got a +Wild Style+ like the movie, pack a toolie
Spend hundreds on herb, give the singles to my CUTIE
Bulletproof hats for the cats that wanna shoot me
Hangin on my block with Big L, Cease and MOONEY
Huffin on a loosie, me and Jenz two deep
(YO YO YO - WHAT? HUH!) Hoodrat hoes be actin GOOFY
Sunburnt skin and white lips like a mooley
Rappers need to think if they really wanna MOVE ME
Somethin to grow on, Pace Won, YOURS TRULY!
[Chorus Three: Pace Won]
Get up, get up, get up, get up!
You get wet up, wet up, wet up, wet up!
Don't get set up, set up, set up, set up!
You better step up, step up, step up!
We comin with the HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - everybody!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - tell your people!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - it's The Rah Rah!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - tell your friends!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - everybody!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - to my people!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - Roc-a-Blok!
HUH, HUH, HAHHHHHH - PACE WON!!
[Pace Won]
HUH, HUH, hahhhhhh.. Outworld, WHAT YO?!
Huh, huh, hahhhhhhhh YO!
(Yo yo, yo-yo, yo yo-yo yo!)
Huh, huh, hah, YO!
Huh, huh, hahhhhhhhh YO!
Huh, huh, hah, yo
Huh, huh, hahhhhhhhh WHAT?
[Chorus x2: female singer]
Outsidaz is the sign of the power
Lovin' you, oh baby
Outsidaz is the sign of power
Tauntin' you, oh baby
[Young Zee]
Cats trynna diss, got me in Whoop Ass Anonymous
Wit a bad case of droppin' kids that's poppin' shit
Stop it cause, I get the money
I say I'm Young Zee, I fuck girls that talk country
My girl got a crib and a range
Low budget hoes trynna knock ya game
Like did Courtney Love kill Kurt Cobain?
From close range, turn his brain to shrimp lomaine
Cats make you wanna bash their mouth
Til you AWOL'in out the half way house
We rock til it's time to fuck to go
Fifty Outsidaz throwin' up the O, it's the sign
[Chorus]
[Pacewon]
Rougher than rugby
Your girlfriend talk about this cuz she love me
She know I got money
So quit wit the rah rah, lookin' at me funny
Before I make the situation ugly, buddy
I don't wanna wild and leave ya chest piece bloody
Besides my girl more chocolate than chunky
Sweat the perm out, leave the bedroom funky
Whispered in my ear, said she only wanna fuck me
Ride around, give me head in the buggy
I3-20, song sound lully
When we go wild, it's my rhyming design
Throw up the Outz, it's the sign of the time
[Chorus]
[Yah Yah]
It's like now we probably teein' off like Howie
Seein' stars geein' off, best be beatin' off my sty-lee
I ain't the one that set you up wit a scuzzy
Trust me, I bust you and ya bosom buddies
Outz great flows that annihilate foes
Frontin' days found out I violate hoes
Outz all carry gats, and test more drugs than laboratory rats
Fuck how you niggas wanna act
I slaughter cats off sacks fattest quarterbacks
Guns cock back, crackin' all of that, it's more than rap
Bless my turf, and all those curse
Cuz how it is in the heavens, it shall be on earth
But til the subside, you tough guys and for a rough ride
Like DMX's squad, when I puff lye, plus ya
Hotter than San Fernando Valley out in Cali
Realer than clear Muhammad rallies, throw up the sign
[Chorus]
[D.U.]
I'm sure you heard all the rumors
D.U.'ll flows stay nighty like Kaluma
Turn around and battle ya back
Dramatical acts, this is mami of Samuel L. Jackson
Take 12 aspirin's then start gaspin' for breath
Nigga don't do it to ya self
Liquid Snake, Metal Gear Solid dick
Knock a man off a cliff watch him land in a pile of shit
Telepathic, Capri's dolphins, I teach often
Wit a heart Stone Cold like Steve Austin
Revelation's settin' dates of verse now
Throw up the O, it's the sign of the times
[Chorus:]
[Pace Won]
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it with me!)
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
[Az-Izz]
Yo, I'm finally convinced my kindness and innocence
Is a crime in a sense, climbing a fence
Diagonally bent, dying in agony in a magically event
Outz in a fear of family presents
Capped in clak smoke, pack toast in a black coat
To roast motherfuckers, over lactose
Stay skeed off laced weed
I take cheese, and page trees in the Bricks
Rolling box of Tracies
[Pace Won]
Call a go-go dancer
Get up in that ass and wreck shop like colon cancer
Hit it from the back, bitch can't hold her pants up
Once for my cock, twice for my block,
I got it locked like handcuffs
Pacer got a razor, get you and your man cut
Swing a blow you can't duck
Throw up your hands, what?
Nobody on earth could see Pacer
I get your shit then peel off like Speed Racer
[Chorus]
[Slang Ton]
I hit you bastards raps fast as Janet Jackson's coochie
Your raps is half mastered, mad average, wack bologna
And if you ever wanna get a deal
You should either OD off skill pills
Or steal my reel-to-reel
Most of y'all emcees ain't tight as y'all should be when
I'm tighter than the jeans that show hoochie chicks' coochie prints
Outsidaz, we hot as Hell's flames is
And I'm Slang-iz, my tapes get pumped like twelve gauges
[Eminem]
I'm so weeded (How weeded are you?)
I'm so weeded I can freestyle for sixteen bars (Ha ha ha)
Right off the top, then go back to the top
And then repeat it (Ha)
Write it down on the paper
And still be able to read it (Sorry)
I can't read, but I still write to my pen pals (Uh, uh, dear)
I can't fly, but I still float on cement clouds (Whee!)
I can't see cause my eyes already been gouged out
I been down with the Outz for ten thou-sand years
([Pace Won] So dunn, here?)
Some weird kids with piercings in more than one ear
Lauryn, huh? Hill?
([Pace won] There's more than one? IIIllll)
What? You want me to stop? Here?
[Chorus]
[Young Zee]
Your girl could suck my dick chewing Big Red
Till she choke and scrape her wisdom tooth on my dick head
Puff a tray bag, Outz never pay cabs
Bust a A-rab, front on taking us up eighth Ave
Yea, we all of the a volumes
What be the outcome?
We selling twenty million albums
Ay your record, ain't nobody buy that
You fell off, and had to take your five mic
And push a white Ac, with a bike rack
[Axe]
It's the A, the X, the E
Why pay for ass, if I can sex for free?
F' with we, what you expect to see
Death's your destiny, when it's my time for rest in peace
Bet they find my pistol next to me
My dick is giving ecstasy
Shit I say, spread like leprosy
I'm on a quest to be, the best emcee
Living recklessly, cock the weaponry
Lay you on your back like Lei Wulong from Tekken 3
Yo follow, never question me
[Chorus]
[Pace Won]
C'mon yo
Bust your lip, rush ya clique, what?
Crush your chick, touch your trick, what?
Snuff your bitch, crush your whip, what?
Outz in the area tearing things up
[Eminem: sample from Macosa] "We be hangin' on the block 'til dawn"
Outsidaz' Night Life
[Eminem: sample from Macosa] "Stayin' spaced out like Dr. Octagon"
Outsidaz' Night Life
[Young Zee]
This rap hell has got skells and mac twelves
Over past gels, crack sales, and blackmails
When your people get clocked it hurts
They quit thuggin, run and join a baptist church
We pushin white C-3's with five TV's
The Outsidaz, its on the Night Life EP
[Axe]
See, Axe the trife type, live the Night Life
Amongst dark alleys and bright lights
A heist might, end it all for the right price
Guess who's back in the house, Axe and the Outs
The wack crap you yappin about get you cracked in the mouth
Wanna be president, put me in office
My old ??? ran for European horses
Skiing off cliffs, G'ing off this
Rob banks, clearin Porsches
Me and Nawshis, y'all shoulda been being cautious
[Nawshis]
My Night Life'in, make cats get liars
When Axe pass the striker, I rapid fire
Nauseous, I'm main coursin', no appetizer
The emcee sacraficer, like a rap messiah
Run up on you, 'specially if that balls sellin
Catch him on stage, get put in a full nelson
This the O-U-T flow, for rappers finito
But'cha girl could get the EP tho'
[Chorus:]
Outsidaz' Night Life
[Eminem: sample from Macosa] "We be hangin' on the block 'til dawn"
Outsidaz' Night Life
[Eminem: sample from Macosa] "Stayin' spaced out like Dr. Octagon"
Outsidaz' Night Life
[Eminem: sample from Macosa] "We be hangin' on the block 'til dawn"
Outsidaz' Night Life
"What'choo want, what'choo want, what'choo want, what'choo want?"
[Denzy]
You corn like the cereal Pops
Get ripped torn over my stereo box
?Ya'oufits? on like stretch and pops weapons cocked
Get skipped like records ???, then I'm stretchin ya drop
Out's, we love cream, guns, and bitches
Don't trust fiends, nuns, and snitches
Want funds and riches, bombin sisses
Plus we out for fame like Bonnie and the Pointer sisters
[Yah Yah]
You could feel it
The floors is shakin, wars is wagin'
Across the nothern nations
All before daylight savings
The Night Life on location
Gun and smoke risin' like undertoe lake reservations
Under y'all faces, its hip hop John Wayne ?Gaisees?
With laced weed and bass beats
We got grow six, explosives, and overdoses
For you and your associates
While we sweep the coast'es's
Outsidaz transendin
The hip hop world as you know it, is now at an endin
[Chorus]
[Pacewon]
Roll up the crime crime, organized crime dime
Between love and hate theres a fine line
Some people hate how we gettin it, some people ride mine
Cheer for me like they got pom-poms in the nine-nine
We straight rockin it, two G, we lockin shit
Outsidaz' Night Life a gift to the provocative
[DU]
Where I'm from we miss Biggie
Flip keys, so if you stick with me
Its strictly bright lights and big cities
No dough, its a lotta caffeine, gotta have cream
Thats why we run this rap scene like a Carl Lewis track team
D-U'a, representin New Jay-ruz
Pump six holes in you like pool tay-bles
[Az-Izz]
Yeah, we stack dough get wet like tadpoles
Y'all fags though nigga, all pussy like black gold
With the mack fold, punk you ain't gon' do shit
Don't pull it out if you ain't gon' use it
These are the last days before I get cast weight
Its a must, I have to Rock Hard like Cafe
Mother...
[Outsidaz]
Outsidaz, Night Life, urban brew
Why try, we murda you
Drive by's in convertible
Lex, stretched like your grandmothers chest
Yes sir, plus higher than your pops blood pressure
Outsidaz, Night Life, urban brew
Why try, we murda you
Drive by's in convertible
Lex, stretched like your grandmothers chest
[Chorus: Young Zee]
We got you lovin' our music
Niggas smoke weed and do drugs to our music
Girls like to fuck to our music
Niggas wild out and get lock dub to our music
It's no more love for the music
We share blood for the music
We bust slugs for the music
We lovin' the music
[Pacewon]
Talk about sex, packin' chrome, techs, hero' bones
And coked up white chicks that look like Sharon Stone
Washed up M.C.'s, whose styles have been grown
Like 40 years old, still pickin' average poems
[Young Zee]
And now it's on, ya niggas wanna get beat
Just bring that shit around 20th Street
Don't get me wrong, thugs come hopin' to bust
But uncock their glock when they know this is us
And bitches, the girls keep the block jumpin'
Somebody get shot, they don't tell the cops nothin'
So keep on bouncin', rock a 3-5-7
[Pacewon]
That Biggie and Pac shit should of taught ya a lesson
[Chorus]
[Axe]
God yes, cuz pain is the object
Watch 'em stay broke like elevators in the projects
Everything we did, we did it the hardest
This kid is retarded, hate all you want, we gon' get it regardless
Representin' Jersey, ain't no other state
Before the love and hate, huawk, spit in ya mother's face
Ya life, what a waste, grab a knife, cut a snake
No love the jake, I'm out to catch another case
[Yah Yah]
Outsidaz, only here to make their mark
And run around this world like it's Raceway Park
Crash and start, front, chased by NARC's
Five deep, smokin' four blunts, it ain't shit, take their heart
Never catch us, regardless of the etch-a-sketcher's
We out takin' vestes, makin' messes
[Axe]
To each is own, we settle beef wit chrome
Got niggas comin' out their Morese Malone
[Chorus]
[Rah Digga]
Now it's here like anything goes on the track
Harriett step up to bring real rhymes back
You know shit is bad when the rapper can say
They ain't even in the game for the lyrics anyway
Well that's okay, the underground stay shinin'
Those runnin' for the door gonna end up resignin'
And years later, I'm gonna still be the tighter
Majority's splurger, call it all the tax writer
[Nawshis]
It's the Outsidaz faculty
Throwin' up the finger in ya magazine
My click be pumpin' more whips than gasoline
In the Bricks we knowin' for stickin' shit and havin' warrants
For the props, we lick more shots than alcoholics
[Azz-Iz]
I call it living, Iz, makin' a killing
Off these twenties, I'm dealin' feedin' my children, Jesus is in 'em
Eager and willin' to put ya muthafuckas in the fetal position
[Denzy]
Deeper then listen, when the Outz come through
Niggas break dumb fool, pull out gun tools
Makin' muthafuckas run jewels
So the ending to the story, kid
The worries bid, more niggas will get fit to our music
[Az-Izz]
I'm Az-Izz, y'all can't stop me
Make a G a day sellin stolen drop three's
Ain't nuttin funny, run up on you when its sunny
Pump two in your tummy, all for the money
When I coped the five, with the Batman eyes
You could ride, but first hustlin ?Q-4-5's?
[Young Zee]
Yeah, yeah
Niggas live for it, niggas die for it
End up on the run, with thirty-five warrants
Ya boy will get'choo shot with'cha gun
Leave you layin there screamin at the top of your lungs
Zee rob white guys with nice lives
I'm tight cocked, only mess with girls that got five jobs
Do crack wit'choo, sit around and they laugh
Those same niggas get you for a pound and a half
Beef start, better keep the spark
'Cuz a fool and his money will soon depart
[Chorus: Zee (Outsidaz)]
I'm tryin to keep money (Keep money, money, money)
Deep money (Deep money, money, money)
Weed money (Weed money, money, money)
Leave my seed money (Seed money, money, money)
I need trick money (Trick money, money, money)
Quick money (Quick money, money, money)
Get me real rich money (Rich money, money, money)
I need... (Money, money, money)
I need... (Money, money, money)
[Yah Yah]
Yo...
You on the frozen budget, I'm holdin dutches
Anything I wanna do, I goes and does it
I'ma shine like a pile of golden nuggets
Catch me in GQ posin rugged
Nasty fellow, pick my nose in public
Wipe the snot on my clothes, shockin the hoes
Chillin with Chris, smokin pot in the Rolls
For the love of money, I'ma stay down
Trade pounds, and jail bound
Bringin drugs on the Greyhound
[Denzy]
Yo yo
Aiyyo, Denzy, Benz Jeep, ten freaks behind me
(I like) M-P's and rhymin
(I like) M3's and diamonds
(I just) empty the nine if you attemptin to rob 'em
Start wilin', gettin money from bricks from Long Island, uhh
Give me that paper dogg, I gotta have it
White ?liver? pockets so money is automatic
We done bought the carrots
And you still lookin sorta savage
Theres a whole lotta money out there, you oughtta grab it
[Chorus]
[DU]
My creation is free basin, replaced 'em
Won't see DU on VH1, you's a wannabe DJ Run
We lace blunts, peer pressure
At least take some, he play dumb
Always and forever heat wavin
Put a mask on y'all meet Jason
This paper need chasin
Roll with teenagers, smokin green acres
Smell that free fragrance, thats bomb weed baby
[Nawshis]
Keep your raps up, you'll be the king
Shoutin "Can't nobody do me a thing"
With mad jewelry to bling
Sittin chunky, then dip this honey
Pushin Excursions and Suburbans, gettin money
If these fake players and playa'rettes
They get me major vexed
I wave a tech, have 'em comin out they Avirex
So your ?willie pad? is gettin recalled
I'ma teach all y'all to speed ball
[Pacewon]
What you want wit the underground kings from the Bricks
I've been at it since Clyde Frazier played for the Knicks
Packin' 3-5-7's wit the raw hide grips
Rollin' 4-5-6 on ya cross eyed tricks
War type shit, so get off my dick
I'm wet like Pirelli's on the vet
Here I go, pull up in the stretch
Ballin' like the Nets, like ten pass ya marks on my net
Woman love me, wantin' lust for me like people do money
They hungry, I might start livin' too lully
Got a A+ average and I'm bound to make honor roll
Jumpin' in and out of holes, lives like geronimo
Put it on wax, make it sound kinda comical
Bitches listen to it while they work they abdominals
G's listen to it while they out playin' dominoes
Outsidaz try'nna match the face on the article
[Chorus: Young Zee]
To my people from the Bricks keep on
Everybody up in Jerz, keep on
And it wont be long til the Outz invade
So we came to sing this sing
[Hook: Pacewon]
We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone [x4]
[Young Zee]
You know my block get cash
Twenty in street wit pop plus hash
Mess around, see a cop get blast
Even the girls get stop by tax
Outsidaz, what, what, what, like today
We doin' it to girls look like Tyra Banks
Drop the CD, girls hawkin' a nigga
They still wanna creep, they know I'm talkin' to Digga
You think you raw, I'mma test your jaw
You don't have a clue like Ernesto Shaw
See me on ya block, better give me those props
Before I start another beef worse then Biggie and Pac
We got macks and 4-4's to bust
And we don't buy clothes for girls, they buy clothes for us
Peace, to my homies doin' time in jail
And to ya niggas that be hatin', ya'll can rot in hell
[Chorus: Young Zee]
To my people from New York, keep on
Everybody in L.A., keep on
And it wont be long til the Outz invade
So we came to sing this sing
[Hook: Pacewon]
We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone [x4]
[Young Zee] (Pacewon) {both}
You know the Outz spit game
Without rappin' bout my chain and my range
While everybody else talk, sound the same
(Yo me and Zee) {we just try'nna get brains} and run trains
(Yo hot like gun flames, we copped enough grade
Take the story make the front page
All about a man wit a bulletproof coatin' chrome shotty
Ain't takin' shit from nobody)
And punk ya'll can make me use the steel and blast ya Coupe D'eville
Hit the right side up, make ya loose a wheel
Outsidaz drunk, can't walk a straight line
Me and Pace blind off the 1-8-9
(Tell the cops that the gun ain't mine, some may find and go
All day shine, I'm no joke
Pacewon, the type of man, that you don't play close
Better throw up ya hands when my folks say so)
[Chorus: Young Zee]
To my people in V.A., keep on
Everybody up in Philly, keep
And it wont be long til the Outz invade
So we came to sing this sing
[Hook: Pacewon]
We like (woop!), love our shit or leave it alone [x4]
[Outro: Young Zee]
Jacksonville, keep on
Little Rock, keep on
Vancouver, keep on
[Young Zee]
I from the place where if your motherfuckin jury gleam gleamin
Like Jay shit you takin' off your bracelet
My niggas start wilin' I'm gonna let 'em do them
They gonna start shootin, I'ma make sure they take ya new rims
I'm making it all on zoom lens and tell a story
With a body in my trunk like N.O.R.E. ya tape corny
I push a Porsche like Mike Lorri, what'choo think?
Takin' niggas diamonds like I'm Mister Pink
I doin this to the death 'til I take six in the chest
Bustin that cops ???, resistin arrest
Rob you with no gun, here take yo' Lexus
Trade it with my man for them two CRX's
To my hoes I'm Snoopy, you be Woodchuck
Ya pussy be good luck, I don't let nobody in my hood fuck
I neva wait or hesitate, there be anotha nigga there naked
Jumpin outta that bitch wet in ???
Singin...
[Hook 1:]
Captivated by the sound
Turn it up, play it loud
Steady boys, stand'cha ground
Thats the way its going down
La la la la laaaaa
La la la la la laaaaaa
La la la la laaaaa
Thats the way its going down
[Pacewon]
Yo, yo
We write the songs like Biz that got everybody jockin
With Rhymes like Busta we keep the party rockin
OutWorld music tight like your mommies stockings
Our services cost more than Johnny Cockran
I got my hand on my gauge, man on a rage
Wild, push ya man off the stage, he land on his face
Y'all wanna battle with Pace, fan you and say
Might pull a gat from the waist, blast you with eight
Mad slugs, you'll be bleedin from the ass up
Mad blood, enough to fill up any bath tub
If you got street smarts you betta use 'em
I take out a couple like a two-some
Two non-descript kids talkin out loud on how they flip bricks
Its like we buyin a truck that only fit six
Unheard of, both hands on my burna'
Flesh wound niggas, y'all don't really want murda
[Axe]
Anymore movement, even a slight twitch'll further the crisis
Trife is a cereal killer, murder with ice picks
Tagged you on ya temple twice kid which left you lifeless
Hit your honey to hard, with twenty two bars of precise'ness
Pass the bone and watch how stoned I get
And ain't nothin fuckin with the chrome I grip
Can't atone for the domes I split
The trife is, I'm beatin down cops with they own nightsticks
Get locked up at four-thirty I'll just phone my chick
Don't matter what the bail is, I'll be home by six
I'm tight, bitches grab my biscuits slap 'em twice with it
Gonna sell more albums than those Spice bitches
I'm nice with it, holy like Christ scriptures
All the mullah, the best yet sendin death threats thru ya computer
I we got the buddha, copped the ruger
bullets rockin through ya, BOO-YAH
Your brains on the nigga next to ya
[Hook 2:]
We run your little bitch ass down
You're standin on shaky ground
Paranoid to move around
Thats the way its going down
La la la la laaaaa
La la la la la laaaaaa
Lal la la la laaaaa
Thats the way its going down
[Yah Yah]
I'm not to be crossed, your postures soft
I'll dump off ??? and pasta sauce, huh
It took a fellow two beat downs and bullet
For him to understand Outsidaz don't bullshit
I unload a whole clip of Scarecrows four-fifth
I roast ?toe tips? the forceps started to roast shit
So what, your hoe bitch loves to blow dicks
For four sticks she blew me and my whole click
You testin me with certain things I don't want to argue
I'm gonna get you for your chi-chi-chi-change and your car too
You a DC comic, I'm a Marvel
The black-fire-bill marshall, ill aresenal
[Young Zee]
Is it, I loose my cool, every once in a blue moon
Leave a girl stranded in a hotel room
Cuz ain't nothin' worse then flirtin' and teasin'
Trynna lift the skirt (I'm a virgin) I'm leavin'
You a virgin? You know you do this often
You're thing is so deep you can drown a school of dogs in
It's like every M.C., she done did it
Redman tapped, Lil' Weezy done hit it
Even them Boys from the Beastie done did it
Lil' Cease and R&B; singers split it
Rumor has it from word of mouth
That ya thing's more dirtier than the dirty south
And I keep model chicks screamin' out, he a dog
Bust his ears hard, now she look like Nia Long
So, cute girls come jump in my ride
And all you buffalo gals go round the outside
[Chorus: Kelis]
I'm leavin, I think I'll take the plane
It's the same, and nothing's ever changed
Sorry, beggin' you, I'll blow the range
Since we be owed to you, was actin' strange
I, never thought that I
Could ever be wit such a guy, would always cheat and lie
[Pacewon]
She fell in love wit a star, the life, the car
The "HUH, HUH, HAH!!"
Open like what wit a butt like Kim
When I seen it, it made me wanna nut right then
Yo, we got fly, we talked, she stopped bye
Lit the choc' lye, and passed it clockwise
Let me knock the boots, til I was cock-eyed
And now she trynna act like she ain't got time
I told her, think of this before you try to be foul
There's ladies at the bar that could be buyin' me rounds
And all type models that be eyein' me down
I stay and you say good-bye to me now?
Fuck that, diss me, that's what's up here
You better get ya fat ass back up stairs
And if you try to creep, I'mma tie you in the basement
Catch ya little boyfriend and beat his little face in
[Chorus]
[Rah Digga]
Now all my sisters in the place
No matter what the race, we share a common cause
Everything be everything, get treated like a queen
Til we give up the drawers
Now just when I thought, everything was cool
Let a brother even have a key
I said I let him use the car, then he took it too far
Brother out there cheatin' on me
Time to face the truth, when I really didn't want to
How the hell all these hoes keep gettin' my number?
Who was it? A distant cousin, came to see you
In prison, they said you already had a visit
Beefin' wit these strangers, how do you explain this?
Came this close to lettin' you put it in my anus
Wakin' up, middle of the night, brother out
Time to get the steppin', back to ya mother house, boy
I'm leavin'
[Chorus]
[YOUNG ZEE] Do we do it for the underground? (HELL YEAH!)
[YOUNG ZEE] Girls want us when they come around (HELL YEAH!)
[YOUNG ZEE] We make all of ya'll want it now (HELL YEAH!)
[YOUNG ZEE] Model chicks wanna tongue us down (HELL YEAH!)
[YAH YAH] Do we get pumped in the radio (HELL YEAH!)
[YAH YAH] Do girls get naked in our videos (HELL YEAH!)
[YAH YAH] We smoke weed in the studio (HELL YEAH!)
[YAH YAH] Get brains after every show (HELL YEAH!)
[Pacewon]
One time for my people, my blunted out heads
We represent the real, let the underground spread
To the kids in the high schools, hoods that you drive through
Made for the kids with the higher I.Q.
Got sent to that Rah Rah, I Declare War shit
Outsidaz, Night Life, witty metaphor shit
Start in the basement, push til it's corporate
Put in a place, to be sold and make a fortunate, for example
[Azz-Iz]
The deeper it get, the deeper we go
Ya talk tough, but beem in the O's, weak in the blows
Plus you don't go enough meat on ya bones
Mess around'll you'll sleep from this weaker then nome
I'm like M.L.K., when I'm speakin' a pawn
Settin' mad bullet sprays til they reachin' ya thong
For cats that grow naps never seakin' a comb
Sloman Shield couldn't help you when we creep in ya home
[Chorus]
[Nawshis]
To ya fake niggas, that said I'll never make it
Ya trick is in my bed right now, ass naked
I taught ya hoe, how to properly act
Now she got three cribs, you pay the property tax
You can catch me in the Bricks, lookin' plush in the six
Wit ya main chicken, she suckin' my dick
Fuckin' wit God, producin' nothin' but hits
Wanna battle my click, go ahead and spit
You not fresh, nope, you not def
Like Tribe Called Quest, I gets served flat as a Hot Sex
To take a chick to shop at lot less
Date a bitch from my projects, she runnin' ya pockets
[D.U.]
That's you-a, grindin' in that cat Cougar
Gat smoother than Zab Judah in black Puma's
Cash ruler, change my name to Abdullah
While ya A&R; trynna make ya track smoother
Hit the liquor store than get the raw in ya jaw
That stick ya, then chill like it's still vinegar
From projects to Bel-Air, models chicks to welfare
Do we get the punky? (HELL YEAH!)
[Chorus x2]
HELL YEAH!
HELL YEAH!
HELL YEAH!
[Intro: Rah Digga]
Yeah, Rah Digga once again, about to set it on niggas
Representing for all my bitches across the globe
Ladies we gon' set it one time, c'mon...
[Chorus 1: Rah Digga]
Say fuck y'all niggas (Fuck y'all niggas)
Everyone of y'all niggas (Everyone of y'all niggas)
Don't trust y'all niggas (Don't trust y'all niggas)
Fuck all y'all niggas (Fuck all y'all niggas)
[Rah Digga]
All my bitches that had it up to here
We about to make changes coming in the new year
Say fuck y'all niggas (Fuck y'all niggas)
Don't trust y'all niggas (Don't trust y'all niggas)
Stayin' up in the game give all these lazy fuckers
Trife ass strife with all them wack baby mothers
Fuck y'all niggas (Fuck y'all niggas)
Everyone of y'all niggas (Everyone of y'all niggas)
Let's take their bail money, make it hair and nail money
Chanel money, Nike and Adidas Shell money
Bitches 'bout to shut down your whole line of gang
Gasp! thinking you gon' put some shit in money
It goes with other women shoe kinda fitting
Suck a nigga's friend, tell his man like he hit it
Lying on your dick, blow your spot, oh well
Bunch of bum ass niggas can't even cop hotels
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus: Young Zee]
Fuck y'all bitches (Fuck y'all bitches)
Fuck all y'all bitches (Fuck all y'all bitches)
I don't trust y'all bitches (Don't trust y'all bitches)
So fuck y'all bitches (Fuck y'all bitches)
[Young Zee]
On my room ceiling, I got mad mirrors built in
So when I fuck you you're gon' feel like you're at the Hilton
Fake dime hoes, you give 'em Alizé
You can smell their tongues from a hundred miles away
Y'all lame Gucci bitches (Fake Gucci bitches)
Stink coochi bitches (Stink coochi bitches)
My niggas pop girls up in back of Zee's truck
But we ain't going nowhere till after we fuck
Cause ??? we might not touch, how that sounding?
I don't give a fuck if a bitch come in growling
Tell your girls 'Fuck everyone of us'
Y'all hoes can eat till your motheruckin' stomach bust
Drop your drawers, come slop my balls
You'll get a trip going straight to the mall and I...
Let your pretty ass run loose
And go distract the cops while your ass go boost!
[Chorus 1]
[Chorus 2]
[Chorus 1]
[Young Zee]
[Talking]
Yeah... it's just part of the game...
Know what I'm sayin'?... Runnin' trains on these hoes...
Check me out now...
[Young Zee]
Girls, I got 'em locked like Casanova Rudd
After I fuck they'll need a bath to soak the blood
These young girls think they can screw? I'm laughin' at 'em
I get in back and rag 'em; I use a whole pack of Magnums
My niggas get knocked for havin' on the vest blastin'
Court-type shit; your crew do time for trespassin'
Yo, see Dee? Niggas might feel [?]
The video better look like Hype Williams filmed it
I hit the Internet to find out where to get a tec
And a pack of Dip cigarettes so tell me where to send a check
Bitch, your shit is drippin' sweat off my silhouette
Screamin' 'til you get it wet and I ain't even hit it yet
I'm failin' all my piss tests
Smokin' with these hoes with them big, big breasts
Uhh, uhh... so don't be ashamed
Let my man fuck, we'll be runnin' a train'
[Chorus]
[Axe] Yo, if a nigga act up he get one in the brain
[Zee] That's the type shit that get done in the game
[Axe] She let one of us fuck, man, we runnin' a train'
[Zee] That's the type shit that get done in the game
[Axe] See, the O-U-Tz, we gon' come with the pain
[Zee] That's the type shit that get done in the game
[Axe] Yo, we bring the fuckin' noise like the thunder and rain
[Zee] That's the type shit that get done in the game
[Axe]
Axe, you can tell he's nice
Want enough dough to get my celly iced;
tote guns bigger than Kelly Price
Droppin' mad bombs
Fuck safety, keep the gat on; .44 Taurus in my Phat Farm
Sucker, please, it's the O-U - fuckin' -Ts
They back puffin' trees' got your girl puffin' these
Fool, be strapped, no way you can do me, black
Let the tooley clap, put one in your bourgeois hat
Put your brains in your dooley lap
Like Air Max, I'm everywhere you be at, settin' booby traps
Holy shit! Axe the black Moby Dick!
Yo, he's sick! Walk out the door, he get, "Blow me, bitch!"
Fuck around, my crew might base
You should quit this and go back to school like Ma$e
'Cause at rap you suck, I'll have to clap you ducks
Make the coroner wrap you up, ask two nuts
[Chorus]
[Hook: Pace Won]
Nobody run game like these Brick City niggas
We shuttin' down your spot; we takin' what you got
Yo, can't nobody set it off like them Brick City niggas
We bustin' at the cops; police on the block
Yo, don't nobody hold it down like them Brick City niggas
We shuttin' down your spot; we takin' what you got
Yo, don't nobody bring the ruck' like them Brick City niggas
We bustin' at the cops; police on the block
[Young Zee]
We could be together if you just listen and be strong
First you gotta fuck D.U. then you gotta fuck P-Long
Cops better rappin'?
That's like God and the Devil bein' friends again,
that could never happen
I snap out, not even police chief can stop me
I be stompin' niggas' teeth with my beef and broccoli
Your whole tape run game
Your girl want bang, your whole clique run trains
[Pace Won (Young Zee)]
Yea yea yea yea yea yah
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yah yah (Ha, yah)
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo (Yah, yah, yah yo yo, yo)
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo (Yah, yah, it's the Bricks)
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo (Yah it's the Bricks)
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo (Ahaha it's the Bricks)
Yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo yo (It's the Bricks, bitch)
yo yo yo yo yo yo HYUH! (Ahahaha, ahaha)
[Pace Won]
Slap y'all hacksaw ask me what you rap for
Run up in your crib with a hacksaw (BANG)
Tired of cops, I put your life in a box
Before I tie up your pops and let him HANG
Yo, as far as this go, I'm like the mummy
Exploiting the ancient Egypt science of life and math for money
The Godfather flow I'm like Sonny
The number one thief; Mr. Wild Out like KEITH MURRAY!
[Young Zee]
When I'm drunk, puffin canibus skunk
I start shit with ya, beat ya manager up
Then battle every one of y'all that're rattlesnakes
It's like I haven't ate, and your clique smell like carrot cake
?Place lead in chicken's head? give up cookies
Then pass the fuck out like piss in bitches' pussies
The Capricorn, my dick be lastin long
Fuck raw first, GET THE RUBBER SLAP IT ON!
So girls I'm scoping you, who could hold me closest
Curve your back like multiple scoliosis
Fellas' beef, only start if you whiffin
I turn your chest into barbecue chicken
[Chorus]
[Pace Won]
Don't look now, we top billing it, filling it
My raps, my life, my style, my crew, we killing it
Money in the head we ice grilling it, stealing it
Your raps, your life, your style, your crew, we killing it
[Pace Won]
I drink too much liquor, got a bad liver
Streets is watching me like I'm Jigga; STARING
Chew your crew up like they was spearmint
Kick a verse, people go crazy when they hear it (HYUH!)
First I had no deal, now I'm living lovelier
Cause I'm on Columbia, spending all they money up
I got that hurry up, quick quick
Bust mad style in the pussy, like when me and my honey fuck
*Pacer, Pacer, don't make me chase ya with a razor
Blow up like Michael Jordan pager!*
It ain't a thing thing thing
*First week I'm goin gold!*
That's that ring ring ring
*Just like De La Soul?!*
No matter what the job, I hit the task faster
Educate and teach y'all like the Blastmaster
And from the vision Heaven sending me,
I can see myself on the cover of Ebony
The cover of XXL, the cover of Fresh
The cover of the Source, and the cover of Stress
Pace Won, lace buds, smoke with Gov-G
Or tour around the world with my man Young Zee
[Azz-Iz]
Left bolt, bust off, see me hit the deck first
It's like my tech's curse, you be giving me expert
You know the difference, Az the type to go the distance
And you ain't, so we can't have this coexistence
Yo it's only rich, ain't no getting poor,
Dough is what I'm on a misison itching for
For the love of this I get the four kicking door
Leave a fella's bra twitching saw him on the kitchen floor
Most of y'all sound retarded to me
I'm the hottest shit, since that nigga Moses, parted the sea
And y'all can keep hating when I'm the one you like
Weed got my eyes squinting like the sun too bright
[Pace Won]
Yeah, huh uh, yeah
My girl came over looking sad
So I asked her whats wrong she said moms and dad
Daddy trippin so I asked her how?
She said daddy drunk pushed her moms around
I'm like WHAT? I'ma break his neck
Cuz moms kinda cool and deserves respect
Jumped in the Range Rover, I'ma smoke this punk
I made sure the joints was inside the trunk
"Murph park way south til I reach this house"
Moms on the porch with a busted mouth
Straight cryin tryin to get me to leave
Pops still cursin I can still smell trees
Dipped in from behind, tried to reach for his nine
Lift the four-filths up and lost my mind
Start squeezin til he hit the floor
And gave that fool smooth what he askin for
[Hook]
Now, we be the O's for all those don't know
We gon' give you fools smooth what y'all askin for
Cash flow, mad gold, passin hash and 'dro
We gon' give you fools smooth what y'all askin for
Hoes, we got hoes that'll touch they toes
That give y'all fools smooth what y'all askin for
Blow, we gon' blow til theys blow no mo'
We gon' give you fools smooth what y'all askin for
Yo, yo
How many times must I tell you punks
I smell you skunks that want me to fail and flunk
Skip bail get jumped, nailed and stuck
Swelled in lumps, spend my life in the jail for one blunt
And my baby mother she don't make it no betta on me
Run around thinkin I'm cheatin on her, smellin my laundry
So fuck it I might as well do it, if I'ma get accused, shit
Make some plans with a few chicks
Now outta the few one of them got it and called me back
Freaky Lisa, who like big blunts and cogniac
Rough sex and all that she be blessin a nigga
Come to find out this my baby mother have sister
I had to think for a minute, sip my drink for a minute
Put the cup to my lips wasn't a fucking thing in it
Now I'm buggin, baby mother feelings on swole
All I can say is she got waht she asked for (Thats how it go)
[Hook]
Let me tell you about my man named Slang
We used to hang way back when P&S; was the gang
We used to cut school and roll up trees play humpty
Stay ?lully? rockin collas and gray rugbys
My man fifty grand down for combat
Head was on straight til his mom passed
He started flippin, started mixin somethin up with the coco
Highjacked a bus and went loco
Yo he got caught went to jail
And came back home, same rap tone but no where to live
No kids, no wife, no job, no ice
Can't cop a pair a kicks at no low price
Without a buck can't come up, clock or roll dice
Hard way to live when the night fall right
Outsida to the bone doing drugs even harder
Run up in the beauty parlor and reak havoc
Life is mad tragic, I believe in black magic
Got me seeing you again where my roll end
Gotta A.P.B out and a message to send
Ride around everyday with my vest and my ten
So unless you a friend Pacewon don't wanna see ya
Don't be the next geek I heat up shoot twice and leave ya
Cut twice and beat up
R.I.P. I hope the rats find ya corpse and eat ya
No remorse either
[Yah Yah]
Yeah, Outsida style, yo Axe, D.U., Nawshis, come down!
[D.U.]
See me in a wool cap, black boots, takin' Prozac
Gives me a rush like a full back
When my niggas wild out they don't act human
I punch out gorillas lookin' like Pat Ewing
[Axe]
Pull out the gat, clap to it; no protection from the blow
Smith & Wesson turn your bulletproof vest into a robe
On another level, dig it, with the metal spitted
Beef got settled with it, roam the ghetto (?) rockin' devil fitteds
[D.U.]
Yeah, Axe...
Underneath their ski masks haters be mad
See me in the green Jag' playin' Sega Dreamcast
Sometimes I be on some He-Man shit
Pilted up, more sticks than tree branches
[Axe]
We can't miss
Ill like Arabic soldiers, bustin' shots at cop cars
Blowin' shit up, yellin' (???????)
Hardcore cats, gettin' dough like pop stars
Ski pulled out the glock, turned your block to hot tar
[D.U.]
Now, before the beef get any further
I make y'all C-Murder like Master P's brother
I pack a 4-4 nozzle that's so-so-colossal
Now when I cock it back it'll blast off both nostrils
[Chorus: Yah Yah]
This for Springfield, Chadwick, Hawthorne, 18th 16th, Avon, 13th Ave.!
Bricks, Bricks! Shit is crazy in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks! We be wildin' in the Bricks!
Chancelor, Bergen, Clinton, Hyde St.
Stratford, Newport, Wacker Ave!
Bricks, Bricks! Shit is crazy in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks! We be wildin' in the Bricks!
[Yah Yah]
In the Bricks I get drunk and hang warriors
Plus there's more than four of us; y'all can ride assorted nuts
I make niggas trade places like Mortimer
Slaughter 'em 'til their house boarded and girl's been fucked
[Nawshis]
We be ridin' through your block slow, like 5-0
And hit up your Tahoe with more shots than Dialo
Call me Nawshis, poison's my blood
I'm more than a thug and iller than the boys in your hood
[Yah Yah]
Gats, you know I ride aimin' 'em, gray titanium
Buttin' niggas over the fist in Shea Staduim
Ever since the raid I gotta wait because I wave the gun
Save the lump, Outz blazin' up with laminated rum
[Nawshis]
Comin' through the back door
Nawshis spits like chewin' tobacco, two in your backbone
I'm tweakin' lungs like Cheech & Chong's (?) bong
Y'all ain't seein' mine like Peeping Tom bein' blind
[Yah Yah]
Boys, you'll lose if you ain't glocked up, payin' your dues
Plus the college don't fuck with the neighborhood schools
Got tools, better sleep with a pair
'Cause Brick layers start sprayin' right after early mornin' prayer
[Nawshis]
Catch us swervin', son; chickens chirpin' from me workin' 'em
Sippin' Bourbon rum, not givin' a fuck like a virgin nun
You herbs is done when I start releasin'
Call the preist in; I got a indecent art of beefin'
[Chorus: Yah Yah]
One Deuce, Bruce, 7th, Park
Peddleton, Bradley, Southport Ave.!
Bricks, Bricks! We be wildin' in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks! Shit is crazy in the Bricks!
Brauden, Market, Irving, Turner
Prince, Mt. Prospect, Fairview Ave.!
Bricks, Bricks! We be wildin' in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks! Shit is crazy in the Bricks!
[Nawshis: x2]
Yeah, this Newark, the Jerusalem slum
Take your cake, you get none, not a crumb
Should've came to the Bricks packed with a gun
Instead my dogs made you back up and run
[Yah Yah]
Yeah, 'cause shit is crazy in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks! We be wildin' in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks! Shit is crazy in the Bricks!
Bricks, Bricks! We be wildin' in the Bricks!
Yeah, SS County, yeah, 07104 goin' down, or up!
"These niggaz get on my nerves though, on tour.
Especiall Az-Izz, that nigga'll fuck a midget!"
Outsidaz
Yo, I be fuckin every I go, man
East, West, Down South, Up North
It don't matter, man, I just - fuck y'all
Ah, come on, y'all
Sing it for me, sing it
(And it goes)
[CHORUS]
I done fucked hoes, in Colorado
(In the Rockies!)
I done fucked hoes, in L.A. too
(Under the palm trees!)
I done fucked hoes, down in Chicago
(While it's windy!)
And I will fuck you too
[VERSE 1: Yah Yah]
Yo - check it
The way we serve crews keep birds on my testicles
I make 'em chew 'em like stir-fried vegetables
Rhyme constant while they ride Johnson
That's how my gameplan stay up like John Thompson
Georgetown to San Fran' it's all one wham-bam
Gettin brains on the Pan Am or the Trans Am
I love em like pirates, no plans of marriage
I'm slick enough I can sell sand to A-rabs
[VERSE 2: D.U.]
If she look good and stuff then I'm pushin up lookin rough
Next thing you know D.U. is squishin guts
Then by next Friday, I'll have you on the runway
Still eat the crumbcake on any given Sunday
(Don't give a fuck if your man mad)
I'll straight cave in his chin
Just another nigga late payin his rent (I need money)
Out's eyes green like E Double in each logo
Callin all promoters cause we need more hoes
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 3: Nawshis]
Every tour date, it's more foreplay
Nawshis, feed 'em my sausage like it's gourmet
We play 'pass the body'
When they have Bacardi in the after-party
With all the women there, nappy and pretty hair
Some who clits be pierced; they body's like Britney Spears
So never will I rape a date
Too many whores on tour, when I'm goin state to state
[VERSE 4: Axe]
My piece in D.C. love me to pinch the clitoris
Ran trains on dames in Arizona when we visited
Chicks askin, "You think you all that?" Yes!
My bitch in Cali mad cause I ain't called back yet
Tricked in studios, owned by Dallas Austin
Got my dick sucked off, when I flossed in Boston
Got head in Boulder - in New Orleans I'm a No Limit Soldier
(UNNGGGGHHH!) Dick keep 'em awake like Folgers
[CHORUS]
[VERSE 5: Denzy]
Yo, after the show it's just a ritual
To get a hoe, try to dig her out like the Flipmode
(These bitches know) whether bowed or pigeon-toed
We be gettin hoes that be in centerfolds
(Look: actresses, models) Yeah, about ten of those
Five bitches bring me dough, five bitches sendin me clothes
I guess I'm just nice with it; I only fuck a tight bitch
when I don't find a hoodrat to spend the night with
[OUTRO: Axe]
Love is love, bitch, hate is hate
I get pussy from state to state
Love is love, bitch, hate is hate
I gets pussy from state to state
Love is love, bitch, hate is hate
I gets pussy from state to state
Love is love, bitch, hate is hate
The Outz get pussy from state to state
[Az-Izz]
I'm Az-Izz, y'all can't stop me
Make a G a day sellin stolen drop three's
Ain't nuttin funny, run up on you when its sunny
Pump two in your tummy, all for the money
When I coped the five, with the Batman eyes
You could ride, but first hustlin ?Q-4-5's?
[Young Zee]
Yeah, yeah
Niggas live for it, niggas die for it
End up on the run, with thirty-five warrants
Ya boy will get'choo shot with'cha gun
Leave you layin there screamin at the top of your lungs
Zee rob white guys with nice lives
I'm tight cocked, only mess with girls that got five jobs
Those cats wit'choo sit around and they laugh
Those same niggas get you for a pound and a half
Beef start, better keep the spark
'Cuz a fool and his money will soon depart
Chorus: Zee (Outsidaz)
I'm tryin to keep money (Keep money, money, money)
Deep money (Deep money, money, money)
Weed money (Weed money, money, money)
Leave my seed money (Seed money, money, money)
I need trick money (Trick money, money, money)
Quick money (Quick money, money, money)
Get me real rich money (Rich money, money, money)
I need... (Money, money, money)
I need... (Money, money, money)
[Yah Yah]
Yo...
You on the frozen budget, I'm holdin dutches
Anything I wanna do, I goes and does it
I'ma shine like a pile of golden nuggets
Catch me in GQ posin rugged
Nasty fellow, pick my nose in public
Wipe the snot on my clothes, shockin the hoes
Chillin with Chris, smokin pot in the Rolls
For the love of money, I'ma stay down
Trade pounds, and jail bound
Bringin drugs on the Greyhound
[Denzy]
Yo yo
Aiyyo, Denzy, Benz Jeep, ten freaks behind me
(I like) M-P's and rhymin
(I like) M3's and diamonds
(I just) empty the nine if you attemptin to rob 'em
Start wilin', gettin money from bricks from Long Island, uhh
Give me that paper dogg, I gotta have it
White ?liver? pockets so money is automatic
We done bought the carrots
And you still lookin sorta savage
Theres a whole lotta money out there, you oughtta grab it
Chorus
[DU]
My creation is free basin, replaced 'em
Won't see DU on VH1, you's a wannabe DJ Run
We lace blunts, peer pressure
At least take some, he play dumb
Always and forever heat wavin
Put a mask on y'all meet Jason
This paper need chasin
Roll with teenagers, smokin green acres
Smell that free fragrance, thats bomb weed baby
[Nawshis]
Keep your raps up, you'll be the king
Shoutin "Can't nobody do me a thing"
With mad jewelry to bling
Sittin chunky, then dip this honey
Pushin Excursions and Suburbans, gettin money
Its these fake players and playa'rettes
They get me major vexed
I wave a tech, have 'em comin out they Avirex
So your ?willie pad? is gettin recalled
I'ma teach all y'all to speed ball
[Hook:]
[Young Zee (All)]
Yo doe doe doe doe (Yo doe doe doe doe)
Yo doe doe doe doe (Yo doe doe doe doe)
Yo doe doe doe doe doe (Yo doe doe doe doe doe)
Yo doe doe doe doe, doe (Yo doe doe doe doe, doe)
Yo doe doe doe doe (Yo doe doe doe doe)
Yo doe doe doe doe (Yo doe doe doe doe)
Yo doe doe doe doe doe (Yo doe doe doe doe doe)
Yo doe doe doe doe, doe (Yo doe doe doe doe, doe)
[Young Zee]
I love it when we do shows drunk for 50 G's
And have a hang-over the next day and half of what ya check say
Go straight to F-A, I shake and let the bed spray
on my hoody how it should be
We sex and puff goody and waa
People live in my house be sharing tricks
Using girls, I make a chick buy me a thousand pair of kicks
And all beef we deadin with 357's
And if I bring the tec in kiss the bride like a weddin
The Outs we got cream ??? its my team
I love it when a plan come together
Cuz I'ma sex for years if I take a girl upstairs
Bring friends so after you suck mine you'll suck theirs
We out for one thing we run game like what
This my car, my joints just in his name
She love me touchin her junk be all the same
We runnin train on the low
Der der-der-derrrrr
[Hook]
[Denzy]
Aiyyo the Outs compose music like Mozart
While you fags still takin turns ridin on the go-cart
I be bashin girls on limosine panelings, nut
They rub it in like aloe and lanolin
Bass hammerin, take sixty ?annisins?
And still feel the force like anakin its damagin
Sons vanishin and betta stay gone
Cuz for my cottage with cheese I'ma brake storms
Spit napalm, give a hardcore fan somethin to take home
Besides you fake clones
Outsidas, see us toe to toe
And bump ya horn and scream out loud yo doe doe
[Pacewon]
Yo we keep y'all penny less, cornballs envious
Four-five semi with a scope hurt any click
Anti-social niggas used to be the friendliest
Now even the cops don't come on south twentieth
[Hook]
[Yah Yah]
Turn the spot light up on all these rhyme biters
That bite our style to make they teeth shine brighter
When brian rap spit venom like a diamond back
Lying flat, attack y'all mice and rats
I roll a blunt light it up then I pull it
Pass it to little man knowin that I shouldn't
Soul parting self, sometimes I fart and belch
Yellin doe doe doe I got at chicks in garter belts
I walk through the white house lickin off five rounds
Threatening the president to lye down
I know spots that ain't chill where niggas stay'n kill
Leave ya brains spilled from ???
Naughty po-po ducks that wanna hold us
Claimin sold up all the cold cut
To a narco in a tow truck
You might think I'm crazy
put me in a white room, let me enlite you
I'm haulin ass like zoom
[Pace Won]
Who that smoked-out kid that do more drugs than a rock star?
Not far from bein' in the back seat of a cop car
Top dog that falls the fuck off, now he fiendin'
The need for drugs got his ass stealin'
He asks you for pocket change and cigarettes every time you see him
White shit around his lips; he got open sores, bleedin'
Kid blast more fast than Pete Rock could flip a remix
Hope he don't OD like River Phoenix
Hope his ass gets himself together and his people live to see it
All his felonies become misdemeanors
He shootin' up hot heroin, one dub, intravenous
Robbin' niggas cleaner than the cleaners
[Chorus: Pace Won]
Yo, some people fiend for it, spend some cream on it
They slip and get addicted, drop a G on it
Next thing, they trip and they think their house haunted
Niggas never should've got what they wanted
[Hook: Pace Won]
Yo, if you crack the fuck out you need rehab
Dope the fuck up you need rehab, rehabilitation
It's drug therapy for a patient
Kickin' cold turkey got them kooky niggas shakin'
[Az-Izz]
Az-Izz, ex-Mad Math wiz
Now I'm addicted to pills, hash, and acid
For denouncin' Jevohah, first time I got high, it was over
Got drunker than Grady off JD and Coca-Cola
I broke bread with dopehead [?] that broke legs for mopeds
Plus Axe fatter than the ass on Jennifer Lopez
Sniff lines with cokeheads and bring the Rawkus like Mos Def
[Nawshis]
Remember this; bad habits only get worser
When your lungs insert lye, they just tryin' to reach the first high
I used to smoke, drink mad brew straight
Still be sober, so I had to graduate
Nawshis; I'm addicted to gettin' lifted
Didn't know not to, havin' rap a role model
Until I heard Redman hit the rope
I heard Mobb Deep sniffed coke
Yo, Yo!
[Chorus]
[Hook]
[D.U.]
I'm the rehab specialist
Checkin' shit from testosterone to female estrogen
Stethoscope, check your pulse, detox shock treatment
No eavesdrop, it's top secret
Yo, Dr. Giggle; I jot down notes and start to scribble
I figured out the riddle; ain't shit wrong with you
(??????)I take acid with pain tablets
A strange habit but that shit keeps my brains blasted
Unbalanced chemicals bend the rules; break in lockers
Stealin' tennis shoes; back in the day you should've finished school
Was the man of the playground, now you're waist down
Here's a shot of redemption; go make some cake now
[Young Zee]
[Talking]
I'm allowed to fuck up whenever... whenever I want...
This the Outhouse...
Lemme smoke a joint first...
Here, Pace...
[Young Zee]
95% of all y'all rappers butt
And y'all ride dick so much y'all gon' make me nuts
You'll get your jaw clocked, I'll drag your ass for four blocks
Dunk your head in Clorox, use your dreads for my floor mop
Gay or straight, my Papermate'll do a date rape
Zee can't wait, I'll go Great Bank on a blank tape
Lost like Spigg Nice, stick you for your thick ice
Good to hit twice 'fore you catch me usin' trick dice
Go to parole off of two in stolen wheels
My colon holdin' pills, fuck takin' some Golden Seal
I smoke leaky and black like BET
And fuck hoes raw dog 'til my balls catch VD
Mess with us, straight up, y'all better bust
I'm the one you'll never dust, it's still the same as it ever was
I'll leave the crowd in a Coupe with white walls
And scream, "If y'all ain't Outz then y'all could ride my balls!"
Beef with us you might just catch a black eye
And ride for your crispy 850-I
I fuck with them drugs 'cuz it gets me high
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Been doin' this rap shit since '85
Then 'Clef put me down with the Fugee-la
It's only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Ma-macosa
[Slang Ton]
Yo, all the boys in the lobby get needles filled with poison ivy
Put 'em in the hospital and give 'em a poison IV
My crew get high much off brew and Thai skunk
It makes my style off the wall like suicide jumps
We sip lots of liq' shots
It makes my hip-hop fat as your lip got when I
kickboxed with flip-flops
And give a disk jockey six copies of this floppy
Shit I be dyin' for is your piece of shit hobby?
You borin' like Oran Dice, I'm more than hype
Bungee jumpin with cordless mics, for tourists sites
Ton Slanga, I'm dopin', pills and cokin'
Lung cancer in my throat and still smokin'
[Az-izz]
Now, when your partner die, who got the right
To do the homicide and you shot the guy?
And when you's 'bout to cry who got you high?
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
I'll blast the guy that don't pass the lye
Leave him paralized and agonized
Fellas, grab the thighs that's by your side
Say Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
[D.U.]
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-maco
[Pace Won]
Wanna live this Outsida business
Blunt splitters, all that
Multiple musical contracts to fallback...
On... set like I was Liu Kang for Kombat...
Armed like Emmit when I rush crews
More hardcore than DMC and Krush Groove
Don't need hands to touch you
Mr. Perfect, the one you want to rap like
The name rap fiends have in their mouth like a crack pipe
Slap the fuck out you, remember us
I'm the man your father never was, or could've been
Maybe if they passed out weed in high school, I would've went
Got it down, yo
Even if you sing like Brownstone you couldn't "Take The Crown Home"
Try to call me out and get the dial tone
Pace Woner, dickin' 5-0 in a stolen gray Hummer
[Eminem]
Me and Pace had to flee in haste from bein' chased
For some E & Js we boosted out of some Korean place
I get drunk and hang-glide off of St. Ides'
And spray-paint the plain sides of all the subway train rides
I got a pitbull that eats sheep and spits wool
And chews on human body tissue 'til its stomach gets full
Skip school, barely went to class, thinkin' shit's cool
Hid a loaded pistol under this retarded kid's stool
I had a dream I blew up with half a mil' sold
And still stole a credit card, a purse, and someone's billfold
I'm from the city where the weather's always real cold
And chill mode can turn into somebody gettin' steel-toed
We be hangin' on the block 'til dawn
Stayin' spaced out like Dr. Octagon
Feelin' for the beats like they Chaka Khan
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Pace Won, Slang Ton, and Yah
Young Zee, Az-Izz, D.U., and muah
Bizarre Kid, Loon One and Rah
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
[Young Zee]
Beef with us you might just catch a black eye
And ride for your crispy 850-I
We fuck with them drugs 'cuz it gets us high
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Been doin' this rap shit since '85
Then 'Clef put me down with the Fugee-la
It's only right me and Yah get a piece of the pie
Mama-se, Mama-sa, Mama-macosa
Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Ma-sa, Ma-macosa
Mama-se, Ma-sa, Macosa
No one cares who you spend your nights with
No one sees who you cool enough to fight
It's tragic
Everyone's stupid
You are mean
Time to wake up
Realize it's just a teenage punk rock dream
Memories of enemies will keep you haunted
Take me back to nevermind
Back to the morning
No one cares who you spend your nights with
No one sees who you cool enough to fight
It's tragic
Everyone's stupid
You are mean
Time to wake up
Realize it's just a teenage punk rock dream
Memories of enemies will keep you haunted
Take me back to nevermind
Back to the morning
Memories of enemies will keep you haunted
Keep the track of enemies
Haven´t been so honest with myself this year
Really haven´t dared to say the words I feel
So now I run
Searching the streets
Turning away, I´m turning away
So now I run
To see who I meet
Any so bold, a person so bold
Bold as love
Never listen to what mama said to me
Think I can´t see how I went so wrong, so wrong
So now I run
Searching the streets
Turning away, I´m turning away
So now I run
To see who I meet
Any so bold, a person so bold
Bold as love
Guess one day I will be good as gold
(bold as love)
Until then I´ll keep you in my dreams
So now I run
Searching the streets
Turning away, I´m turning away
So now I run
To see who I meet
Any so bold, a person so bold
So now I run
Searching the streets
Turning away, I´m turning away
So now I run
To see who I meet
We were passing through
Did it our own way
Everything was closed
Even in their mind
We came down hard
and made some love
and made some love
Saw it was very poor
the wine wasn't done
When the lights went down
the wind was roaming free
We came down hard
and made some love
and made some love
Then we built a house
Living there was free
Life was in the air
Music in our hands
We came down hard
and made some love
we made some love
we made some love
we made some love
we made some love
we made some love
we made some love
we made some love
I can't get it out of my head
I can't get it out of my head
I can not forget what you said
I can't get it out of my head
In the morning when I wake up looking to your eyes
I see my reflection I can hear myself reply
I can't get enough of myself
I can't get enough of myself
I can't get enough of myself
I can't get enough of myself
I can't get you out of my head
I can't get you out of my head
I can't understand what you said
I can't get you out of my head
Waking up no morning light will never shine on me
Rainy afternoon Oh let it loose Hey set me free
I can't get enough of myself
I can't get enough of myself
I can't get enough of myself
I burned my hand
I bake the bread
I cracked my scull
Oh the things you said
I hurt my leg
You broke my toe
I stayed in bed
I wanna destroy
I fed the pig
Married my wife
I pulled the trigger
Sharpened my knife
I laid an egg
I don't wanna know
I left and paid
Easy come easy go
AAAA the fastest of seeds
AAAA the fastest of seeds
AAAA the fastest of seeds
I made a child
AAAAA
I served my time
AAAAA
I bit my lip
I squeezed my tongue
I said goodbye
You never really turned me on
AAAA the fastest of seeds
AAAA the fastest of seeds
Last night I got a message on my answeringmachine
My fiancé was cryin' Oh how stupid you can be
'Boy your time is up, no need to get in on'
She whispered inbetween the tears
I killed my telephone
Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock
Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock
I spend a couple hours
Tryin' forget what I've been told
I lost my love, I had it all
a wornout stubborn soul
Then I slowly picked up the pieces of a phone
I dialed up my boys
c'mon Fool's out let's get it on!
Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock
Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock
Fool's out Let's rock Let's rock
Used to be my enemy
Used to be my enemy
But now you are my lonely lonesome friend
Used to be conventional
Used to be conventional
But now you have a visionary eye for life
Shallow life is a good life
Shallow life is a good life
The only thing that takes me by surprise
Shallow life is a good life
Shallow life is a good life
The only thing that takes me by surprise
Shallow life is a good life
Shallow life is a good life
The only thing that takes me by surprise
Shallow life is a good life
Shallow life is a good life
I love it when you wiggle with your eyes
Used to be my enemy
Used to be my enemy
But now you are my lonely lonesome friend
Used to be conventional
Used to be conventional
But now you have a visionary eye for life
Shallow life is a good life
Shallow life is a good life
The only thing that takes me by surprise
Shallow life is a good life
Shallow life is a good life
