[Girl]
Y'all can't do
Y'all can't do like the Outlawz do
Y'all can't do like the Outlawz do
Y'all can't do like the Outlawz do
Y'all can't, y'all can't
Y'all can't do
[Napoleon]
I heard a rumor that them Outlawz died
Came back alive and started spittin' fire
Changed up our dollars
Then we flicked 55
Life of a true grinder
Give me mines
Aint no time for you to run
Get ya nine
Throw 'em from the shoulders
Like they do in '89
It's cool, it is now 2002
These niggaz play with guns leave a bullet in ya
Them Outlawz sprung off the money
Aint a breast wit' the ass
Shit stay cocked cause I gotta get the cash
Fresh off the plane, I'll arrive anyday
Go to the same block where my niggaz sell yaay
Slang them A-K's where they don for the day
And y'all can't do it this way, no way
This Napoleon, strength for the strong
Y'all aint knowing
'Pac aint ?? we continue to ?? nigga
[Chorus]
(Y'all can't do)
Shit to us..
Make sure ya show respect when you mention us
Cause when you test the Lawz, you testing God
And everybody die hard nigga
(Y'all can't do)
What the Lawz could do
I dont wanna send the dogs for you
Have a call for you
It aint no telling what the Lawz'll do
Nigga I thought you knew -- that
(Y'all can't do)
[Edi]
Y'all can't do what we do
Outlawz Recordz this is true
Slide thru tatted up, gatted down (uhooo)
How's ya main thang cause she gone get fooled
Bounce, rock, roll, thug
Sittin' in the back of the Lincoln, blowing bud
Two semi's, for them niggaz too friendly
I got 2 dimes
Enough time and Im ready baby
Introduction to the Outlawz lifestyle
Go crazy, throw bo's, wild out now
Fuck holding back
Tired of being held down now
Chrome make 'em feel us anyway that we can now
[Young Noble]
Hey yo I creep thru ya block late night with a 5th
Creep thru ya spot, game tight for ya bitch
Niggaz like Nobe where the fuck you been?
Overseas doing shows for the ends, we hustle hard
Outlawz Recordz coming thru, with muscle dog
Slam dance at a Lawz show, they love it hard
Thug walk with a drink in my palm
Crip walk, blood walk, to this song
I need a brew nigga dont get pissed on
And my crew on some ol' other shit dog
Outlawz we aint fuckin' with you
I thought my homegirl told you
[Chorus]
(Y'all can't do)
All the shit we do
Why the fuck you tryin' to tell us all the shit we knew
Cause when the shit hit the fan
Ya cliq did too
Now everybody gonna miss you
(Y'all can't do)
All the shit we done
We was there before
Now we back to number one
We got about a long run
Outlawz muthafucka we the wrong ones
(Y'all can't do)
[Kastro]
Outlaw... Outlaw... remember that? (huh!)
'Trade War Stories', 'When We Ride', remember that? (huh!)
'Hail Mary', who the fuck made that?
Who the only squad alive that could bring 'Pac back?
We do it how we do it
Y'all can't do that (nah)
Try on these shoes get ya wig blew back
It's Thug Life baby, and already knew that
It's a daily operation, dog we rep it like that
I got a line in my pocket
That shoot up many rockets
So, forget about it
Doing deals with mobsters
That'll pop you in the head
With a bottle of Vodka
If we see some shit up out cha
We beat it up out cha
This is how we do, one rowdy crew
Kadafi up in this, Makaveli is too
So stop tryin to do what y'all can't do
Please take my advice, it's true
[Chorus]
(Y'all can't do)
Shit to us..
Make sure ya show respect when you mention us
Cause when you test the Lawz, you testing God
And everybody die hard nigga
(Y'all can't do)
What the Lawz could do
I dont wanna send the dogs for you
Have a call for you
It aint no telling what the Lawz'll do
Nigga I thought you knew -- that
(Y'all can't do)
[Young Noble]
East Coast niggaz know they thug with the Lawz
Down South niggaz get crunk with the Lawz
All my up North niggaz give it up for the Lawz
West Coast niggaz throw they dubs for the Lawz
East Coast niggaz know they thug with the Lawz
Down South niggaz get crunk with the Lawz
All my up North niggaz give it up for the Lawz
[E.D.I]
... All my real niggaz da wait is over
Let's go (yeaah)
Uh han..!!
The real shit u been waitin on is finally back
Cheaaah...
All da haters, eat a dick man (uh huh)
Ya'll already kno... C'mon (C'mon)
[Verse: E.D.I]
From the back of everybody's mind
And on the tipsy everybody's tongue
Ya'll kno wat it is...!!! Getcha gun
Just some niggaz with a couple hundred niggaz
I'm in slum
Dis is where dey left a nigga
So we get it out da slum
One go got it in your mouth (we get it out your club)
All I need is sum fire N dem plastic (in them sum)
I'm already on fire
Don't pass me no lighta
E.D heat it up
All I need is a beat like this
And then I'm gon eat it up
Time taker so we gettin to da chips
22 on da charger but I'm wishin 26
Yea I'm blessed but ma belly want more (more)
Makaveli in ma dream sayin "nigga get your doe" (doe)
So we grind like there's no tomorrow
Da protocol plans bout strategise to rise
And know u gon' ball i'm still spendin money
We still arise, its all eyez on us
I'm wantin million prosy cash bill n livin yeahhh
[Chorus:]
I need the Rock A Fella money tell Jigga (WE WANT IN)
I need that Cash Money paper tell Baby (WE WANT IN)
I need that DTP money tell Luda (WE WANT IN)
I need that Grand Hustle gwup tell TIP (WE WANT IN)
I need that Corporate Thug doe tell Jeezy (WE WANT IN)
I need that Aftermath paper tell Dre (WE WANT IN)
We've been patiently waitin'
Now is our turn to weigh cash bills to the mo'fuckin
need (WE WANT IN)
[Young Noble]
One that i chose is few i always do what i'm supposed
to do
Count on me, down by 3 to always come through
When the, pressure is on, the weather is storm
Shoot up whole blocks and obstacles they set before us
It's time ta fast forward the time the future is now,
Hate my flow u bitch still love my style
Born weed up in the concrete i'm claiming my spot
U gon hav to take my life u wanna take wat i got
I was the outlaw before i started to ride with pac
Ride around third grade i started to rise with yak
Youngin thuggin what's fuckin with us?? Nuthin
I refuse to lose and do songs with no substance it's no
budget
I represent some special..!! Respectful..!!
Its the outlawz shit, just a whole another level
It's more than just rhyming when your music is timeless
Like mine is besides just we outlawz rise... yeah..
(Chorus)
I need that Deep set money tell Jimmy (WE WANT IN)
I need that Terror Squad paper tell Joe (WE WANT IN)
I need that Outcast money tell Boss (WE WANT IN)
I need that Dogg House money tell Snoop (WE WANT IN)
I need that Sick beat money tell foley (WE WANT IN)
I need that Full Surface money tell Swizz (WE WANT IN)
We've been patiently waitin,
now it's our turn to weigh cash bills to the mo'fuckin
need (WE WANT IN)
(Stormey)
It's money over bitches
My nigga fuck every thang,
Every hood, every block
Every ghetto with every gang
Throw your hood up
Keep on grindin, and get paper
Love for the real, and death to the fakers
On a meal-ticket mission
All i see is get more
Need a hater shit to leave
Nigga havta find dough
We get money over
(Spendin money over here)
Yeah, pac and yak gone but nigga we still here
I done seen too many niggaz die to feedin shit
And i aint playin what i confessed i die bout this
It's God's plan it's our time now its our stand
Aint no thug nigga breathin a thug like we can
Our fan make no friend till we beleive for this shit
5 minds but we the realist niggaz doin their shit
If i can't make money which is like 50, fuck u bitch
I mean that shit, i need my split..
(Chorus)
I need dat Warner Brother money tell Leo (WE WANT IN)
I need that Interscope money tell Jimmy (WE WANT IN)
I need that Universal money tell Doug (WE WANT IN)
I need that So So Def money tell Jermaine (WE WANT IN)
I need that Bad Boy money tell Sean (WE WANT IN)
I need that Death Row money tell Suge (WE WANT IN)
We've been patiently waitin,
now it's our turn to weigh cash bills to the mo'fuckin
[Spoken poem]
When your heart turns cold
It causes your soul to freeze
Spreads through your spirit
Like a ruthless, villain disease
The walls that were once down
Now stand firm and tall
Safe from hate, love, pain, joy
Till you feel nothing at all
When your heart turns cold
A baby's cry means nothing
A dead corpse is trivial
Mothers neglecting children is daily
Lonliness becomes your routine friend
Death seems like tranquility
Sleeping is never pleasant if you even sleep at all
We forgot our deals and turn off the reason
Till the product is sold
You don't understand how I behave
Wait till your heart turns cold
[Verse 1]
Know my cold heart turns warm at the front door
Love my family, love my Outlawz
But when I step outside I feel my blood freezing
Question if it's a blessing that 'm still breathing
Sometimes I wonder if I'm better off dead
They say God don't make mistakes but what if he did
But what if he didn't
So I'm supposed to be living this life that I'm living
And feeling how I'm feeling
Black rain shower, the pain builds character
My heart turned cold, yeah I learned to be a scavenger
Listen, no love received and no love given
Don't blame us blame the hate that you gave the children
[Verse 2]
No remorse for life and y'all forced to fight
In the event of my demise I hope God's the guiding light
In hind's sight, I'm lost, misguided by lies and truths
Confused bout what to do, refer to smoking, drinking brew
We be the hearts of the heartless, riding few from the bunch
Bosses have falled, bosses have caught you don't be the next one
Sleeping never pleasant even if you sleeping at all
The reason that I'm breathing is I'm an example for y'all
[Hook]
When your heart turns cold
It causes your soul to freeze
Spreads through your spirit like a deadly disease
When your heart turns cold
You feel nothing at all
A baby's cry means nothing at al
When your heart turns cold
A dead corpse is trivial
And death seems like tranquility
When your heart turns cold
I thank God above
Through the pain, hate, joy, and love
When your heart turns cold
[Verse 3]
Your soul is numb, your days are numbered (Cold)
Your kids cold, get old and younger (Cold)
Your lonliness becomes your only homie
So your sorrow all alone is just for your eyes only (Yeah)
The world against you and the odds are stacked (They stacked)
Your pockets short and your girls a wreck (That bitch)
Lose a piece of you survive all that
Plus you young and you black, it's hard enough being that (Yeah)
Your mom gone ain't nobody never cared (Yeah)
You call your mom but nobody never there (Shit)
Now it's on, you need a way up out of here
You click on some be next shit
[Verse 4]
When your heart turn cold that's when the heat go off
And the means die slow, that's how the streets show off
Cemetaries filled with vicitms those with cold hearts
Deep in the dark when the pistols spark
My life one big movie of strife
Scene after scene filled with nothing but sad dreams
No wonder my heart pumps ice water
Gotta live according to the lessons that life taught you
Lonley is the road of a tortured soul
Who only knows the roles of a heart turned cold
Caught in the middle when the pistols blow
That's how it go when your heart turns cold
[Young Noble]
It's only us, me, Kastro, EDI and Napoleon
It's on again, young niggas born again
I wish somebody coulda told me then
That we was gon' grow up to be some lonely men
Now I found out I really don't got friends
Cause nobody come around when I not spend
I walk around this fuckin planet feelin boxed in
Smokin stoge after stoge like it's oxygen
When there was 10 of us we all ate from one dub
Let's turn the dirt to glory for Pac up above
Yak one love, I know you gotta be free
Havin conversations with you when there's nobody but me
I guess whatever don't kill me make me stronger
But I don't know if I can take it any longer
But I got to, cause family live they dreams through us
It's like 5 million lost souls that cling to us
But I know one thing, it ain't shit without y'all
Thug Life for life, Young Noble Outlaw
It ain't shit without y'all
Thug Life for life, Young Noble Outlaw
[CHORUS: Noble]
The only thing that we got left is us
If you don't have nothin else, son, you got my trust
Loyalty come first, I put my life in your hands
I'ma die as a man and die together is the plan
Keep the team stong, make this cream real long
Cash last long enough for our grandkids to eat on
We Outlawz, and if it's on then it's on
Watch my back, I watch yours and we make it through the strorm
Thug on
[EDI]
Early on I knew life wasn't shit
Just made 2, drugs and love made my daddy split
Mama's now forced to turn a boy into a man
Impossible task, still she doin all she can
And I'm growin quickly, slowly started seein things
All the wrong in this world, taught me not to believe in things
Not even man, cause we all change daily
Best friends be tryin to bring each other death quickly
Only the strong survive
As long as I'm alive I ride
Hooked up with some niggas that I knew had my side
O-u-t-l-a-w-z
Me for you, you for me eternally
Makaveli-trained riders
Cause the Don may be gone but he remains deep inside us
It comes out every time niggas try us
Y'all my family until the Lord'll have me I make this promise
[CHORUS: Young Noble]
[Napoleon]
I been wakin up, stressin lately
Sheets wet from the sweat and my hands shaky
I got a kid on the way, I'm kinda nervous
I did some dirt in my life, hope it don't curse it
And all I got left is my Outlaw niggas
My cousins and my brothers and some Jersey drug dealers
I keep my faith in the Lord and stay strugglin
He keep on pushin me forward to stay hustlin
And when Pac died nobody never knew
Or gave a fuck on what the Outlawz was goin through
We kept your heads to the sky and our guns too
We had to ask straight for a dollar to split a cold brew
And through the process our family was still dyin
I got a grip of this shit, there's no complyin
And I'ma be the solid rock that I am, nigga
And I'ma give it all I got to raise my kid, nigga
I got the blood of Malcolm X in me
I got the dirt from the cemetary runnin in me
One way up and that's how we goin, nigga
Now put guns up, the world ain't friendly, nigga
And just wait till you get to hold reality
And just wait, I bet you try to up your salary
And these crackers be doin too much
Let's start the revolution so we can rise up
Come on
[CHORUS]
Thug on
Thug on
Thug on
Outlawz till I die, gee
[Verse 1: E.D.I. Mean]
But we the last motha fuckaz breathin
You don't beleive us then watch us ya tuned in
To them Outlaw ridaz, block survivors
Killa Kadafi beside us
Reppin that thug shit until they bury or hide us
Tellin all of my street souljah's to rise up
From East to West Coast yo, don't let 'em stop ya
It's a cold, hard way we livin
Can't out just me, and live to smoke a little
Watch my children grow a little
Get this money, escape the prison
My jail niggaz doin time I feel ya pain, get out rise
It ain't nothin but a come up
Outlaw Recordz it's official street niggaz gettin this money legal
We all in together now, ballin together now
Secrets of war young busta you better learn about
Bust, if you must, plus
Get in the business when the jealous niggaz fuck with us
[Chorus: Kastro]
We was taught, at all costs hold down fort
And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court
Where money, power, guns is boss
And countin big funs is the favorite sport
We must rise, maximize our size
Look alive, be advised it's a war outside
It's like dodge city, not pretty
But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise
[Verse 2: Napoleon]
Pause nigga 'fore these shells fall with ya
'Bout to four fifth ya, still don't get the picture
Thuggin on 'em actin sleep when I'm plottin on 'em
This little bitty bullet will make his body turn rotten on 'em
Sick them rottweiler's on him, did snatch some dollars from him
Bling bling that punk nigga, take the diamonds from him
Never had no love for him, nigga we solo
Passin out bullets like they promo
Oh no, Outlawz comin through
Nothin but trouble too, we still do the shit that Pac used to do
Who would of knew, that I'd be pointin guns at you
Takin funs from you, makin fun at you
Busta, ain't nothin but a Jersey ride nigga
Have my fanny so white, enough to sniff lines nigga
Napoleon, a.k.a Maximus
My plans for this, is rise up, stack chips, nigga rise
[Chorus: Kastro]
We was taught, at all costs hold down fort
And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court
Where money, power, guns is boss
And countin big funs is the favorite sport
We must rise, maximize our size
Look alive, be advised it's a war outside
It's like dodge city, not pretty
But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise
[Verse 3]
[Young Noble]
Addicted to adrenaline rush
That the streets give off from 5-0 when the heat bust off
And I paint it the same cuz I mastermind
And every game ain't the same gotta change with the times
And get left behind, blessed by God
The judge tryin to stretch the charge
Young niggaz gotta rise up fuck the narcs
Motha fuckaz can't take orders
You ain't a souljah nigga don't blame Noble
It's the life of ya kid 25 to life bid
Four five to wig, dyin tryin to live
The streets is a restin place and yesterday
And nigga ain't no such thing as extra pay
So give me mine today, and get yours tomorrow
Nigga Pac left the Thug Life love to follow
And I'm O-U-T loyal 'till my casket drop
Hustle hard 'till it's hard for the cash to stop, we must rise
[Big Syke]
Makaveli Kadafi, meant to Big Kato
Only ridaz in this day that's killin willin and able
Gang related incorporated, you can't fade it
Haters gotta hate and ridaz glad that we made it
Make it take it to the next level
Now change the game, fuck the fame
Bang 'em scrape on the hang
It ain't no thang to rise above the rest
Pass any test, you mention Thug Life you mention the best
So invest in a vest, come bang with the best
The sunrise in the East but my set in the West
Still risin for my nigga Stretch, keep a tech
My paper stay risin whether cash or check
[Chorus: Kastro]
At all costs hold down fort
And let the Lord be the judge in this all out court
Where money, power, guns is boss
And countin big funs is the favorite sport
We must rise, maximize our size
Look alive, be advised it's a war outside
It's like dodge city, not pretty
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
Man, hold up, back up, give us some space
I think I just found the baddest [?] in the place
Damn, baby girl [?] with it, and when she moving man she breaking every rule with it
And me, I'm cool with it cause that's exactly how I see it
And how she needs to do it and how we need to g it
I'm the only player in here you really need to be with
Now go ahead and pop it [?] p.I.m.p. shit
I know a profession no one [?] of me
You got my nature rising girl, look what you have done to me
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
She working out lately, my old lady got a new body
Got my Jimmy popping willies like a Ducati
She remind me [?] empire [?]
Good Lord [?] true guns
No make-up, she don't care about Channel, Jimmy Chiu, Gucci, Prada or [?]
She could spot a hater even with the shades on
Beyonce Big [?] her theme song
[?] smart too, cause I gotta be eagle on me
And show the badge she thinks the desert eagle on me
And yes sir, it's her don't lose a [?] I got they key to baby's box when it needs lock
She calls ice box where our used to be, [?] chevy mamma [?] used to me
I tell her this is what you do for me
See, where my bottom baby used to be
Let mamma so cold, she's so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
[?] at the ball playing lost in the sound
When I know we can go from where kick it all around
Got a [?] with a villa, on the coast out in [?]
We can sip some liquor while we're smoking [?]
[?] got me [?] just to get a bone, maybe [?]
[?] just that made me real sorry
Sexy little bad [?] we can come [?] stay up on a hustle, got a [?] full of diamonds
Walking out the city making rain harder than the dudes all black and [?] sitting up big 22
Now she's baddest little thing that I've ever seen
Slim waist with a face [?] magazine
Mamma got the kind of ball got the beauty queen in the movie scene, you know what I mean
And my mind is the only thing she blows all around up and down she goes
[?] the edge [?] down to the flow, yeah, she knows, she's a killer, killer
That girl is a winner, so cold make the hardest [?] shiver, shiver
[?] fast cars, pretty women, I'm speeding in her
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
(Young Noble)
Sexy should be a felony she lookin so damn good
so classy, yet she's so damn hood
And when the bottles get to poppin
and that smoke get to smokin
bust this thang wide open
(Hussein Fatal)
I'm losing my cool, the way she movin in that skirt
The heavy trill killing me look it's goin up her shirt
(E.D.I)
And she don't need no push up bra, shorty already a
star
no ass shots bomb ready for passion
(Hussein Fatal)
And i'm guilty of stalking,
somebody take me to the judge, addicted to sexiness
so i'm a victim to her love
(Young Noble)
Twisting the smoke up i'm watchin while she dippin it
lower
This is a outlaw party have a toast with my soldiers
(E.D.I)
We...
Thug Niggaz till we die
Take your bottles of henny
Snappin pictures with my semy on my waistline
(Hussein Fatal)
She makin me crazy, she got me bustin out my pants
This party ain't private, but i just wanna see her
dance
(Chorus)
Make your way to the floor (to the floor)
Take your heels off nigga move slow (C'mon)
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
(C'mon)
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
(E.D.I)
I put my whips on match like my chicks to my hats I am,
Way too fresh, nuthin less hundred stacks on me
H tried to push up I pushed back on 'em
Thought i was slippin Switched up and click clacked on
(Young Noble)
Put it in the air...
Order up another round soda like a movie
The way the shit is going down
Pools for the pictures, this is real business
And my grind is relentless, tryina touch if you sick
(Hussein Fatal)
And bottle start poppin like sixteen
Only a G know how to grab a dirty thing and get clean
Them hot king kong ain't got shit on me
I'm on a chick with a onion that ain't shit on be
(E.D.I)
And we lost in the moment
The memory is the rose
shorty got her hands all over man
(Young noble)
Yeah..
And she can't keep a huff man
baby girl is bossy
gettin money is costly
shorty ready to party...c'mon
(Chorus)
Make your way to the floor (to the floor)
Take your heels off nigga move slow (C'mon)
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
(C'mon)
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
(Tech N9ne)
Enough is fightin limit in me
Enemies sight me and then it's friendly
Wanna be like the women dingy
Finna be fight but then ain't envy
Nuthin but a thang my stuff is rougher
Mack is the half of hustlers stab then i have to cut
your stuff up
Then pass to my asthma buffer
True story bitches looking for you for real
Let lose part of your digged to much new hard as a
fiend
Tryina give something more to thing, starting your
dream
It's Tech nino with his all new regime
Thuggin like a south ball
Drinkin like an outlaw
Party like it's new years
Hit it then i'm out y'all
We hit the town and put it down without stop
Step in the club and make their motherfuckin mouths
fall
Tech N9ne....
(Chorus)
Make your way to the floor (to the floor)
Take your heels off nigga move slow (C'mon)
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
(C'mon)
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
[Edi talking]
Loyalty....
Some of yall niggaz dont even know what the fuck that is
A whole lot of niggaz (yeah)
Some of yall niggaz'll never know Loyalty
Wanna hate on me?
Nigga fuck you and yo family
I stay true to what I know and thats Outlaw (who?)
It aint no me in this muthafucka without yall
We went from nothing to something
Hustlin' and bubblin'
And aint ask niggaz for nothin' (shit)
Shit that made other cliqs I split
Made us tighter
Fuck the industry
Cause I ain't no dick rider
You see me nigga
I ain't lost a pound
Still eatin', still breathin'
Still reackin' off that cali shit
And I ain't never want muthafuckas to handle shit
You see me pushin' .22's?
Nigga handle it
Feelin' good like we just won a championship
New money, new label
Keep it crackin' bitch
And I'ma get the last laugh
You can count on it
And stay away from you mutherfuckas that's counterfeit
Loyalty..................... snitch ass nigga
[Chorus]
Somethin' bout loyalty
It always avoided me
As far as my eyes can see
I can only depend on me
What's loyalty?
[Edi x2]
It's like a jungle sometimes
We keep on hustlin'
But they wanna take us under, under, under
[Napoleon]
God damn I'm glad you set it off
Used to be hard
Now you just went soft
Poison, young nigga, bitch to society
Once had love for em
Why the fuck he lied to me?
Kicked out the crew cause his soul aint strong
Started sniffin' herion
Nigga you wrong
And I aint never hang around fag ass niggaz
Rappin niggaz alseep in the county ass niggaz
My family strong like the mafia
It aint no thang to put a slug thru ya
Scary ass nigga
Damy ass nigga
Wont throw rice in a wedding ass nigga
Loyalty
[Kamikaze]
I cant stand the fake and the snake never
Worse the betrayal
You scared of the heat muthafucka?
Stay away from the barrel
And I aint never been a rat
Or been scared to ride
A lot of niggaz act tough
But know they pie inside
Death before dishonor
But you really scared to die
We could spit a verse about you
We put yo life on the line
Military mind aint never put his nose on the line
A real souljah never retreats
When it's time for a crime
[Young Noble]
Hey yo....
You can talk that shit
But how many of yall can do what we did?
Muthafuckas talkin' bout the Lawz aint shit
Bitch ass nigga should get off the Lawz dick
Muthafuckas mad that we got our own label
Outlaw Recordz, we aint fuckin with you haters
Niggaz know the Lawz been holdin' this down
If you dont see him now
We dont fuck with that clown
Loyalty... (uhuh)
[Chorus]
Somethin' bout loyalty
It always avoided me
As far as my eyes can see
I can only depend on me
What's loyalty?
[Edi x2]
It's like a jungle sometimes
We keep on hustlin'
But they wanna take us under, under, under
[Kastro]
What's Loyalty?
When a nigga say he love you
But all awhile he dont think nothin' of you
And that's just what love do
Stab ya in the heart
Grab you in the dark
And rip families apart
Damn... we was supposed to be fam
We had plans
Now I claim to understand you
I guess life is a gamble
I shook the dice
But I betted on the peasent
Then I took a dive
Like oohhhhh....
How come I ain't know
I should've seen it was simply soul
Now I know.... what's loyalty
It's all clear to me
These words is for the birds
You aint real to me
Life is a liar
Got me spinning like the tires
Hug a drunk driver, back and forth
you ain't ready and you petty
So I laugh it off
But it's a cost to be the boss
You gon' pay for not being loyal
[Ed Bone]
My life's a blessin'
My life's a lesson
And if it's ride or die
There aint no question
Aint no time for second guessin'
We aint bustas
Niggaz aint new to this shit
We some muthafuckin' ridahs
And yall niggaz is the opposite
I sense bitch like a dog sense fear
So yall better act right
Anytime that I'm near
Live in yo ear
Everyone's a ridah in here
Cross game
Watch them ridahs appear
Muthafucka
[Chorus]
Somethin' bout loyalty
It always avoided me
As far as my eyes can see
I can only depend on me
[Napoleon]
I know this young nigga who love to keep his gun in his pants
14, little Ant will snatch your shit to enhance
He lost his moms at a early age, pops was cracked out
His brother ran a drug house where they slept with they Mac's out
And where we from, fuck them basketball teams
And your neighborhood PAL cause it's all about makin cream
He stayed dirty, copped a clip for thirty
He'd rather be sellin drugs early instead of young, black and nerdy
He had his hard hat, born ready for war
This young nigga heart's gone and I saw this before
He lived day by day, prey by prey, stray by stray
Blunted on Chancellor Ave. 380 hallway
He bought a AK and I know he gon' sway, it ain't no damn way
That this young nigga can turn his life around, mang
Now where is God when you need him, he's internally bleedin
Little Ant's barely breathin but he gotta stay eatin
So he robs again but this time he all smoked out
He put his finger on the trigger and let the death fly out
Some man got hit, he's layin on the pavement stiff
Blood drippin from his face and he drownin in it
Now what a surprise that little Ant can't come around
That it's his own man dead on the ground
Dead on the ground
Damn
He can't come around
That it's his own man dead on the ground
Dead on the ground
Lost, turned out
Not a doubt
What's it all about
Lost, turned out
Not a doubt
What's it all about
[EDI]
Baby girl, I can see you in that crazy world
Spinnin out of control, nowhere to go
At one point in time, huh, you could've been mine
But you was movin too fast, couldn't take the chance in losin yo ass
In high school, we was homies, but that was before we
Started keepin each other from bein lonely
With my mama workin all the time and your daddy drinkin
Sneakin, tryin to bump and grind, what is he thinkin?
We escaped in each other, became friends before lovers
More like sister and brother, at least we can trust us
But I had dreams, yeah, my plane leavin soon
Had to hook up with Pac, huh, continue to bloom
I called twice just to see if you alright
Both times you wasn't home, I knew somethin was wrong
And then I knew I was right, when they said they found you one night
Barely holdin on, tell me where did you go wrong?
Was it when you started strippin for tips?
Then sellin it for mo' chips?
And sniffin powder just to deal with it
Can you tell me, I guess that you can't
Cause I'm hearin you about to take your last dance
Let the game get the best of you, baby
Shoulda called on a Law, he was testin you, baby
But now you gone before you can be found
Gone without a doubt, lost and turned out
Lost and turned out
Lost, turned out
Not a doubt
What's it all about
Lost, turned out
Not a doubt
What's it all about
[Young Noble]
My brother Sean, he home now, he cool for a minute
I love him to death but bullshit he stays in it
I'm gettin older [Name] middle school around the corner
The drug dealers need and teach what they wanna
"Moms, can I go to the park and play?"
Didn't play, I was countin every single cent them niggas made
Then his moms lost her job, no more money-stackin
On her way home she slipped on some ice and caught a back spasm
And that's what happened to Aline
She said she had lotta pains, just an excuse to be a fiend
Low on food, though it was good what my mama made
But you know a hungry nigga at school can't concentrate
B to an F student
Think about the bitches and the sneakers, my whole childhood ruined
I made my first sale [?] in a alley way in 164
I was scared as shit
I wasn't scared of the cops though, this is true
I was more scared of what mom duke'd do
So I chilled for a few instead of [?]
Spent weekends with my peeps just escapin the block
Little [Names], I knew em since seven
We had a room, they had a house, just no way to compare it
But they parents taught me shit and gave me shit
Fed me, treated a nigga just like family
You gave me love and you neglected me too
Lost and turned out but still comin home to you
I love you [Name]
I love you [Name]
Lost and turned out but still comin home to you
I love you [Name]
Lost, turned out
Not a doubt
What's it all about
Lost, turned out
Not a doubt
[Geronimo Ji Jaga]
In the event of my demise
when my heart can beat no more
I hope I die for a princeple
Or a belief that I have lived for
I will die before my time
Beacause I feel the shadow's depth
So much I wanted to acomplish
Before I reached my death
I have to come to grips with the possibility
And wiped the last tear from my eyes
I loved all who were positive
In the event of my demise
[Young Noble]
In the event of my demise don't shed no tear
I'll share my wizdom with the world, they'll know I was here
Know I was clear, every thing I said I ment
A outlaw, when I was born they prepared my ditch
Said I won't live long, statistic showed
I'm tryna past 24 realistic goal, listen all
You gotta stay cold inside
That's what I tell myself when I feel alone sometime
But I can't cry, I don't tear no more
I love god, from death I don't fear no more
A part taken in this movment to better my people
Though they see me on TV, I tell them we equal
Don't look at me as a stranger, I'm one of your own
We was rised in concrete and grew as a rose
Still I rise, but never get a chance to fly
Mama please don't cry
In the event of my demise
[Chorus: Young Noble]
In the event of my demise
can't breathe no more
hope I die for a princeple
something I lived for
dying before my time
feel the shadows of depth
Trying to fulfill all my dreams before I reach my death
came to grips with the possibility
The world's killing me, and my soldiers die young with no sympathy
I wipe the last tear from my eyes
I loved all who stand strong
In the event of my demise
[Napoleon]
If I should die before I awake
let my family be stairght of the money I make
Give my son, what he needs, other than his father
Is it self respect, better get his honor
with the law come to swallow my soul, it's so big
Cause the street took enough of my life, we all see
It's a cycle make you feel psycho
Everything struggles behind this man, see nobody love you
Got a piece of the streets and it's gonna die with me
may your, soul forgive me
Makaveli's within me
In principle we stand by stronger than power
We gon' die by the rules you can never devour
On the earth from my birth fell nothing but pain
only thing I ever gave was the baby the name
that's my heart, and if I should go I'll go on in sparks
that's the event of my demise, and it lurks in the dark
[Chorus]
[??]
Now as I stand here, a man here
Not a perfect one, but a searching one
Seek in another, blazing time
Sound crazy but I'm actually tryin to escape my mind
Tryna rise in time
but hoping that you didn't notice
When i was at my low as
So I knew they were watching, I couldn't stop it
So many things I wanted to accomplish
Too many dreams, wasted with no promise
From out the darkness I struggle to see the light
Rumble deep in the night
Hustlin with all of my might
Some won't see it that way
But us is given praise
But all of them will dream
That I did it my way
In the event of my demise
[E.D.I. Amin]
I was born to a storm that won't lead up
And I was rased to stay brave with my head up
But thing ain't got better
We still gettin wetter in this bad weather
I need more than a sweater and a leather
Yo, ain't nothin ment to last forever
So the stuggling and the suffering ain't gon' last forever
And my will, probably be like two lines long
It will read I'm dead but my soul lives on
And my spirit still living though my body is gone
In the event of my demise I love all who stay strong
I love all who stay strong
In the event of my demise, com'on
[Geronimo Ji Jaga]
In the event of my demise
when my heart can beat no more
I hope I die for a princeple
Or a belief that I have lived for
I will die before my time
Beacause I feel the shadow's depth
So much I wanted to acomplish
Before I reached my death
I have to come to grips with the possibility
And wiped the last tear from my eyes
I loved all who were positive
[Chorus: E.D.I]
I got this monkey on my back
And I can't let it go
So much trouble on my brain
And I can't let it go
Oh, and I'm so throed
I don't know what to do
But pour me a drank
And smoke a blunt or two
And let it burn
Let it burn [x5]
Motherfucker.. We
Let it burn [x6]
All my soldiers
Let it burn
[YOUNG NOBLE]
Spark up a cigarette
You talkin' the biggest threat
You mention my set
Resurrect my life through death
I walk around with the dirtiest boots
Camouflage the suit
We them soldiers that you gotta salute
26 years full of Donald Goines material
Pour water in my cereal
Don't worry it'll get us through
We never complained
We weathered the rain
Stayed loyal to the thug core
Respecting the game
I'm just a New Street nigga
With a lil' bit of fame
Picture me rhyming
Motherfuck nickel and dimin'
On some coke shit
My clips went for 80 a watts
Raw, until that cook got, gravy the cop
And goin' home, stoppin' ya fun
When Yak got killed
If you grew up with a nigga don't that make 'em ya friend
I see the world through a foggy lens
With a Fo'-Five buried in my baggy jeans
Even my mom dukes was a naggin' fiend
I thank God she like 6 or 7 years clean
If you believe then you can achieve anything
Try the measure the price of life thru a triple-beam
And let it burn
[Chorus]
[E.D.I]
I ain't stressin' no bitches
I'm out here stressin' my riches
And these 5-dolla niggaz bout to turn me into a killer
My friend is my pen
My only homey is my lonely thoughts
Ridin' thru the city with a gage bout to blow it off
I smoke a blunt to take the pain out
And if I wasn't high probably try to blow my brains out
Why??
Cause mama need her medicine
My kids gotta eat
Labels playin' hella games
Boy don't fuck around with me
If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin 'notha
Word to my granny, and my daddy and my mother
But I ain't no sucka
I'ma let it -- let it burn
Get back on my two feet and swerve
[Chorus]
[CHAIR KRAZY]
I lost my head with a family
And these niggaz astounding
That I'm back up off my feet dawg
But I'm still sitting down
Yeah I'm paralyzed
So it's just a half of me
And my father dead too
So I'm a bastard 'G'
I'm bout to hit this rap game
Get the cash and flee
And I'm forever with my motherfuckin family
This billy bang Outlawz hard, listen me
And yeah we'll burn you bout the legacy of P-A-C
[KASTRO]
I'm a dawg, but I don't roll over (wroof!)
I might stumble but I don't fall over (wroof!)
A whole patron, money gone, hung over (wroof!)
Never ever my level, one over (wroof!)
I gotta shake the devil off my shoulder (wroof!)
And never will I settle, I'm a soldier (wroof!)
All the time is the time to make the donuts (wroof!)
Ya feel that
Then light another stouge up
[E.D.I]
Side show spinnin'
All these hoes grinnin'
Lookin' at a nigga real good cause he winnin'
Ain't no hatin' up in here
We all winning
Skatin' on daytons and we takin' y'all women
Smokin' that perk til I loose my vision
Babygirl said she want a dose of the pimpin'
But not right now, it's some hataz around
Got they faced grilled up
Cause it's players in town
Shiet, I'm Outlaw'd out
Branded for Life
And naw, I ain't lookin' for no wife tonight
So you could sip some of this
Til you feelin' aight
And take one of these
And I'ma give you the pipe
We can do it all night
If that's whatcha like
When that sun comes up
I'm catchin a flight
I gotta get gone... get gone
I gotta get gone... get gone
C'mon
[Chorus]
We came over
If you want to (want to)
All of y'all can fit in my truck
If you want to (want to)
All yo friends can come
If they want to (want to)
And when we get to where we going
We gettin' it in
That's what we gon' do (gon' do)
[YOUNG NOBLE]
Now you can front if you want to
Nigga just holla at his bitch
To see how many you can go through
Look at you -- you a player right?
Just met her, let me see you make her stay the night
Get on yo game
If you playin' it's one thing
If you cuffin' it's another
If you with us, you good
We all cousins and thug brother's
If my pa'tna tryna holla baby show 'em some love
Cause yo friend lookin' good
We can all have fun
For one night let's trade off
Lil' mama said she wanna be a Outlaw
She a soldier..
Look, you know I won't steer you wrong
Big hips, big tits, and her hair is long
Nice face, tight waist, and she love my song
Attitude just right, wasn't nuttin' at all
I'm a player, doing what the players do
Stayin' low, gettin' dough, straight twisting the glue
Ouhhh..
[Chorus]
[E.D.I]
My nigga Focus on the beat
Got you up out ya seat
With us on this heat
We gettin' love in the streets
So holla at a player when you see me on the strip
(And if I don't holla back that mean my mind on my grip)
Cause it's a stone cold world
And life's a bitch
So if you wanna do my a favor
Shut up and strip
I got mo' dick then time
I won't play with cha' mind
(mad at a nigga, bitch get in line)
[YOUNG NOBLE]
Lorddddd.... why you make this girl so fine?
Lorddddd.... why she won't get out of my mind?
Got the potential of a mistress
The lil' mama is bad
And I got God as my witness
Cause he created something beautiful
And I ain't even gonna tell you what I really wanna do to you
But you gon' find out sooner then later
What I don't do now I'ma do to you later
Girl... cause you don't really know what you in for
And naw I ain't new to this
My pipe game been Lawz
Therefore... too much you get addicted
One more... now I got you on a mission
Yeahhh
[YOUNG NOBLE]
You gotta feel this
Even if you hate my guts
What it takes to come up
A & R gettin' taped the fuck up
Labels stuck on followin' trends
I'm sick of the game
It's time for a change
Aint no need to pretend
Just a team when 'Pac started this thug shit
For the hood
Pitchin' is the fuckin thangs we get
The game so fickle
Niggaz pop shit with no pistol
Only 12 years old
I sold nickels
Just a young nigga comin' of age
I was one of the slaves
Til the underground catchin' the train
Uptown, comin' back with the cane
Long tops and all
We Outlawz, go home or go hard
Most intense flow
From the calmest dude
Raw moves have you filled with a bombin' fluid
I was born to be a Outlaw
My momma knew it
Drama, karma
I put my momma thru it
Damn!
[Chorus]
Motherfucker I dare you
Step up to a nigga like me
With a name like mine
Motherfucker I dare you
To pass up on a nigga like me
Like you ain't got time
Motherfucker I dare you
To think yo family was starvin'
A nigga wouldn't rob you blind
Motherfucker I dare you
To give in, gon' get it
Cause a nigga stay on his grind
Motherfucker I dare you
[KASTRO]
It's me, Kastro
King Kash and rusty
I'm classy dusty
My balls is husky
I shed blood for what I love
And thus me
Would ratha' die before I let you cowards budge me
Naw, I simply won't allow it
OG's showed me death before dishonor
I ain't doubted
When I got grounded by my momma
I pouted
And when I hit that first shot of Vodka
I downed it
Now I keep a pistol with me everywhere I go
And paranoid and I ain't tryna keep it on the low
Just so you know you not fuckin with a hoe
And I stay open like a corner store
Call me corner-stro
Please don't get it twisted
Why even risk it
Play a nigga distance
This is, not a warning or a fuckin threat
I'm all in
My money on the table
Ya bet
[Chorus]
[E.D.I]
Six million ways to die
And many stories in the city
That's why when you see me
My attitude is shitty
Now I ain't scared of the terrorist
But the law my enemy
Bush and his homies
Got plans for me
And niggaz with skin color similar to mine
It's a catch-22 if you livin' off of crime, and
Most of the niggaz I know, don'
Lost hope
Either be rappin' or be sellin' some dope
It's a helluva road
It's a hard time for hustla's
Deep in the game
We reapin' the pain for money
And ain't shit funny
So I don't fuck with clowns
In any town
Im only around those who stay down
Get pain now (now)
Yeah that's what's sup
It's too much money in this game for me to pass it up
So cut the check dawg
It's so simple
[Edi: talking]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon... Smoke It
Outlawz c'mon... Yea... Blood Brothers c'mon
Intoduction to the Outlaw Lifestyle
Blood Brothers ya know
Hit the weed, get the drank
Edi... Kastro... Load up, put one in
Outlaw Recordz... please respect it
Here we go
[Edi]
Introduction to the Outlawz lifestyle
Get the weed, get the drank
Turn the lights down
Bang ya hood
Show ya tatts
Let them niggaz know
They crossed the muthafuckin' line
And now they gotta go
Im with my family and I'm finna' light it
Fuck yall niggaz
I cant see a damn thang but us dog
Makaveli lives and shit I'm the fuckin proof
2nd generation Thug Life
Who is you?
Hood to hood... Outlaw please respect it
We them niggaz gettin' helix
When it get hectic
Well trained, smell game from a mile away
Get the bitch to the hide away right away
Edi - i - like a thief in the night
I rock her to sleep
I put my piece thru the light
We breathe thru the light
And we the strength for the strong
Keepin' it going
Yall muthafuckas hate cause you know
Here we go
[chorus: Kastro]
I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life
So... ghetto shit is all I like
Like loud mouth ho's
Foul mouth folks
Up 3 days straight
Thuggin' in the same clothes
We scrap for a living
Trapped in this prison
We take money-money
Without asking permission
Our hearts pump thug shit
Our blood drip fire
The life of an Outlaw
For swears to admire
[Kastro]
The butchery, gun talk and money moves
The prophecy for young thugs is born to loose
Walk in my shoes
If you can you's a man
Two hands on ya balls
These squares can't understand
Daddy... raised me crazy
And now I'm worst
Down thursty for thug money
I guess I'm cursed
Who woulda' knew... that...
When the kid got big
I'd be thugged out without giving a shit
I spit dues
Appears to me no school
Follow the leader
I'll lead ya
We will not loose
Im from a rotten deck
From my cards I gotta stoppin' tek
No sweat.......... I demand respect
And respect you take
You walk lightly, politely
I do what's not right
Like ???? Spike Lee
Ain't nobody like me
No need to look
Im down hard
I die hard
I think I'm hooked
[chorus: Kastro]
I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life
So... gutta shit is all I like
Like loud mouth ho's
Foul mouth folks
Up 3 days straight
Thuggin' in the same clothes
We scrap for a living
Trapped in this prison
We take money-money
Without asking permission
Our hearts pump thug shit
Our blood drip fire
The life of an Outlaw
For swears to admire
[Edi]
We.... settin' up shop ?? Pac til the death of me
I hear ya back up in my head
Dont have to pressure me
Elevation, preparation
'Bout to take this over
'Bout to get a face in this game
Im mase over
Tired of niggaz giving me the same run around
You sellin' coke, shootin' the block
You's a rapper POW
Nigga please spare me all the details
Me and mine gon' ball or see hell
Will we fail? Nigga neva'
I got a one shot deal
And dog it's so real
Im out here like whatever
I could pay these bills or shoot to kill
Cause gutta shit is all I like
Bump a bitch in the day
And we fuckin' at night (yeah)
Ghetto shit is all I love
Over packed clubs
And oversized dub's (shit)
22's, money rules in the life we lead
Lifestyle of an Outlaw.. O.G
[chorus: Kastro]
I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life
So... ghetto shit is all I like
Like loud mouth ho's
Foul mouth folks
Up 3 days straight
Thuggin' in the same clothes
We scrap for a living
Trapped in this prison
We take money-money
Without asking permission
Our hearts pump thug shit
Our blood drip fire
The life of an Outlaw
For swears to admire
Gats up
Gats up
1, 2, 3, march
Gats up
Gats up
1, 2, 3, march
(Now march)
1, 2, 3, 4
(Now march)
Outlaw, Outlaw
We ready for
(Now march)
1, 2, 3, 4
(Now march, march, march, march)
Outlaw, Outlaw
Ready for war
[EDI]
Now what the fuck is a soldier? Some of y'all don't know
Yellin it in your raps but you ain't ready for war
Me and my team trained to bring pain when they come for us
The scene change, you bleed, mang, when you try to cross us
Huh, let it be known that when we come we let it be shown
Real soldiers ride till they gone, come on
Now Makaveli be the general (all hail)
And for them niggas who wanna test (you gon' fail)
Yeah, give em hell, nothin but hell when we first come
Claim to survive many battles but this is the worst one
First one bust, the rest bust next
And when we 'bout to drop it's more pleasure than rough sex
Huh, must collect from all these fakin muthafuckas
It's Nineteen-ninety-grind and we gon' break you muthafuckas
Huh, all gats up, small ones to the big ones
When aimin at these haters make sure you fuckin hit one
Huh, keep bangin until the mission gets done
Makaveli lives on, don't believe, listen
(Now march)
Gats up
Gats up
1, 2, 3, march
Gats up
Gats up
1, 2, 3, march
(Now march)
1, 2, 3, 4
(Now march)
Outlaw, Outlaw
We ready for
(Now march)
1, 2, 3, 4
(Now march, march, march, march)
Outlaw, Outlaw
Ready for war
[Young Noble]
O-u-t-law, who the fuck want work?
Us against y'all, who the fuck gettin hurt?
Know we the holiest, sick of the phoniness, you bony bitch
Soldier shit till it's over with, you can count on this
March to this, start shit to this
Show your heart to this, spark, blizz to this
Muthafuckas ain't fit to go miles with us
Young niggas love the Outlawz, yo child with us
Ain't fuckin up, even though we hate this world
Young niggas rise up, we can take this world
Back, cause it belong to us, stay black
And all the other minorities that's under attack
Fuck the government, cause they don't give a fuck about rap
They sellin the most crack in my hood, in fact
They want us coked up, doped up, drunk as fuck
So we won't have no clue what's goin on around us
Get down with us, if you remember all the lynchin
Muthafuck the cops, includin Sean Nixon
We schoolin y'all, listen, my word is bond
One love to Geronimo, the war's still on
(Now march)
Gats up
Gats up
1, 2, 3, march
Gats up
Gats up
1, 2, 3, march
(Now march)
1, 2, 3, 4
(Now march)
Outlaw, Outlaw
We ready for
(Now march)
1, 2, 3, 4
(Now march, march, march, march)
Outlaw, Outlaw
We ready for war
[Napoleon]
Nigga, it's doomsay, me and my AK
Got a chest full of hate, we finna bomb on the fake
Sip through the cracks of your hallway, march to your house
You or your wife about to witness what the church talk about
Put up your squad like in Vietnam, all demons come out
You need to stay yo ass in the fuckin house when the freaks come out
The game ain't changed, you did, nigga, you ain't real with this
Pac told us some shit that'll make these young niggas kill to this
You can pop them pills to this if that's gon' release yo stress
The last nigga that fucked with us, he seen Pac in his rest
You tryin to argue with death, nigga, you know you in the wrong
Fuckin with me, I know your mama live, nigga, get gone
You face the strength of the strong, my nigga EDI said clear
You either ride or collide with these niggas over here
So drop dead, you been dead when you was runnin yo mouth
Rap-A-Lot done brung them Outlawz to ride down south
So come on
[x3:]
Gats up
Gats up
1, 2, 3, march
Gats up
Gats up
1, 2, 3, march
(Now march)
1, 2, 3, 4
(Now march)
Outlaw, Outlaw
We ready for
(Now march)
1, 2, 3, 4
(Now march, march, march, march)
Outlaw, Outlaw
Everything
is gon' be alright
you know?
This is for my young thug Kamillion
Cause we told him, man
Yeah
We told him he's comin back
[EDI]
The dawn comes after the night
And there's a silver lining surrounding every cloudy day
Seems like hard times been a friend of mine I can't shake
Still I rise with a clique of thugs they can't break
Pain mixed with rain and no sunshine
And all we wanted was to be happy just one time
We had no choice, no voice, only our faith in God
And the hunger to hustle and get this paper, Lord
Out in the cold, lost souls, nowhere to go
Hooked up with Jay [Name] then we found a home
See, with y'all on the side the world can be against ya
And they still gon' lose, that's the realer
Feel us, we ain't killers, we just riders for the have-nots
Cause some of us ain't got it all, tucked in a stash spot
Oh yes, we're back, baby, run and tell a friend
Let em witness how we get us through this hell again
Come on
[CHORUS]
Everything is gonna be alright
We coming back
Like we said we would
Everything is gonna be alright
He's coming back
For the true and good
[Kastro]
Our life is like a gunfight, hard to love life
No hope and no light, dark in the sunlight
Dodge and duck [?]
I hate to question you God, but I ask you Lord
Is you comin back just like they said you would?
I need you here now, I'm yo child, it ain't good
But I'ma keep my faith in you and that's the truth
We live [?] thugged out without a clue
Waitin for revolution, with a love for shootin
At each other, even brothers kill each other stupid
And that's the way it been since I could remember
Born into a storm 3rd day of December
1976 I shot in the mix
Popped out mommy twat, how did it come to this?
I know my God love me and that's a real fact
He ain't gone for long, my dog comin back
[CHORUS]
Everything is gonna be alright
He's coming back
Like he said he would
Everything is gonna be alright
He's coming back
For the true and good
[Young Noble]
Pac, why you leave us? This world don't need us
But when we tell em you here they don't believe us
My Black Jesus, the only one that tried to free us
Nobody cared but you took time to teach us
Bear with me even though it seems my heart empty
Somethin's always missin without y'all with me
Tupac and Yafeu, I pray to you
And still we live every day for you
I'ma stay loyal till I'm dead and gone
Outlaw till I die so forever it's on
Use my body as a vehicle
It lead a soldier through the storm, I believe in you
Stayin true to everything you worked for
Hurt for, had fingers in the dirt for
I know it's worth it, Lord
Cause Yak watch every step I make
You gon' live on, soldier, every breath I take
You still here
You still here
You gon' live on, soldier, every breath I take
You still here
[CHORUS]
Everything is gonna be alright
They coming back
Like we said they would
Everything is gonna be alright
They coming back
For the true and good
Everything is gonna be alright
We coming back
Like we said we would
Everything is gonna be alright
He's coming back
For the true and good
Everything's gonna be alright
[HOOK]
We gon' see if you can handle the pressure (like we do)
Serious, who get it done? (my people)
Twist it up and light it up (like me)
Then go (like me)
Go hard (like me, like me)
We gon' see if you can inspire the game (like I did)
You ain't never seen pain (like we did)
Pour it up, and drink it up (like us)
We hold (it's a must)
Go hard (it's a must)
[KASTRO]
They told me God gon' test ya
So many ups and downs
Now my texture like leather
I couldnt' settle for lesser
So I got up off my ass and got down for whatever
Everyday I see the same old bullshit
And any day now, could be the one I loose it
It's like my screws is loose
And the truth is
I'm kind of confused
I don't know what the truth is
They told me God gon' test me, I hope I pass
And get the chance to laugh last
I a rare breed
With a need for speed
And a hunger for numbers
I need to feed
Look how they seasoned me
The 'G' gene in me
It's the reason my people's believe in me
Here's to the past
My peers not with me (yess)
I pour liquor for years they spent with me
[Chorus: YOUNG NOBLE]
You say you want yours
Let me see you go hard homey
Otherwise you just wastin' ya time
And it's stickin'
Don't be a victim
Everybody dies by the hands of God
(ohhhhhh)
Can't nobody save 'em
Can't nobody blame when they just like we
(noooooo)
Can't nobody change 'em
Can't nobody save 'em
It's how it's gotta be
[YOUNG NOBLE]
They say God gon' test ya
You fall hard, do you stand tall?
Or do you crack under the pressure?
In my own words like Pac's Resurrection
You do a U-Turn or heads in dangerous direction
The strangest confession, you do not know me
No matter how many times you niggaz press rewind and quote me
Son it's deeper then a rap song
I ain't tryna end up flat on my stomach
With half of my back gone
The pain I feel inside been passed on
Souljah to soldier everytime one of us pass on
So you ain't gotta ask what I mash for
I'm a lost soul, live and die by the code
I was taught to improvise when the funds low
Playin' hard, nigga never go gun-ho
I got one more
Little piece of advice
Don't play hard cause you playin' with yo life soldier
[Chorus]
[E.D.I]
They say the Lord gon' test ya
Get down on ya knees my nigga
He'll definately bless ya
And I know you on some hard times
Shit only recently, I started seeing some good times
Somewhere deep in me, I kind of wanna live a good life
But all I know is traps, crack, and hood life
And they got me so gone
When I do get some money man
I spend it all on chrome
We so backwards
Niggaz take penitentiary chances, with nothing to show for it
Look... at the end of the day
If you gettin' paid
You better tuck some away
For a rainy day
Cause it is gon' rain
It's all good now
But it is gon' change
What goes up, gotta come down
Some niggaz survive
Some niggaz drown
What you gon' do?
[Chorus]
[HOOK]
We gon' see if you can handle the pressure (like we do)
Serious, who get it done? (my people)
Twist it up and light it up (like me)
Then go (like me)
Go hard (like me, like me)
We gon' see if you can inspire the game (like I did)
You ain't never seen pain (like we did)
Pour it up, and drink it up (like us)
We hold (it's a must)
[Young Noble]
stearing to this tunnel of life
it ain't a far sight
in the dark
searching for god's light
so cold I got frost bite
lost kite from the prison
this system got these young niggaz lost like
mice in a maze
rollin dice to the grave
some say it's just the price of the fame
reality strike, repeat the same tragedy twice
all I'm thinkin man
it had to be life
when the casualties rise
plan plotting 'til your strategy dies
black cotton till i've gotten what's mine
I don't travel the globe
stood firm with an average of 4
I was almost cut down like a half of a stole
but you know that ain't how we roll
from a soldier to a general
go leadin' still do what I'm told
I got the soul of a old head
in the young niggaz bodies
we don't put this gun in nobody
you don't wanna know no homie
what is really goin on
shit is real
couldn't tell you everything in a song
man the pain is so personal
so deep I couldn't explain it in words for ya
I don't sleep
I can rest when I'm dead
cause I'm blessed while I'm here
through the rain, pain
blood, sweat and tears
dedicated to underdogs
that wanna see us make it
we make it, they make it
this calls for celebration
[hook: TQ]
all around the world
we about to celebrate
the mamas ain't crying no mo
my niggaz ain't dying no mo
tell me do you wanna go
I mean it's kinda like a holiday
kinda like a white tray on silver day
kinda like jamaica in may
when all my people celebrate
[Kastro]
I wasn't born with a silver spoon
my mama was poor in the delivery room
but we gon make it
look done made it
cops still goin strong
mom poppin the greatest
life been good to a nigga
I remember bout the hood
and how I could do a nigga
but not me
I been good to a nigga
I support not no more
i'm a hood rich nigga now
and I'm hangin like wet clothes
the fresh white frisbee tee
countin bank rows
I ain't botherin with you stank hoes
another problem bit©h
I got enough for those
me, myself
I don't need nothin else
but a good mind
and some good health
that's all I got on my wish list
pop a bottle
what's the celebration bit©hes
[hook]
[E.D.I.]
we ain't sayin that it's all good now
any hood USA
man it still goes down
but despite of all that
we gon still have a good time
toss a few back
celebrate the fact
that my kids still eatin
man I'm glad I'm still breathin
glad I got my ratchet cause the snakes still creapin
man I got a lawyer cause the law still cheatin
listen, big bottles of drank
big weed in my pocket
nigga I got stanks
we gon drank, we gon smoke
till we damn near faint
and after all that
we gon do it again
this is for the good time
so we get some mo
if we don't we gon smile
on the ones before
if you got real ones
man hug your folks
cause you never know
when it gon go
so celebrate
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
Man, hold up, back up, give us some space
I think I just found the baddest... in the place
Damn, baby girl... with it, and when she moving man she breaking every rule with it
And me, I'm cool with it cause that's exactly how I see it
And how she needs to do it and how we need to g it
I'm the only player in here you really need to be with
Now go ahead and pop it... p.I.m.p. shit
I know a profession no one... of me
You got my nature rising girl, look what you have done to me
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
She working out lately, my old lady got a new body
Got my Jimmy popping willies like a Ducati
She remind me... empire...
Good Lord... true guns
No make-up, she don't care about Channel, Jimmy Chiu, Gucci, Prada or...
She could spot a hater even with the shades on
Beyonce Big... her theme song
... smart too, cause I gotta be eagle on me
And show the badge she thinks the desert eagle on me
And yes sir, it's her don't lose a... I got they key to baby's box when it needs lock
She calls ice box where our used to be,.. chevy mamma... used to me
I tell her this is what you do for me
See, where my bottom baby used to be
Let mamma so cold, she's so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
... at the ball playing lost in the sound
When I know we can go from where kick it all around
Got a... with a villa, on the coast out in...
We can sip some liquor while we're smoking...
... got me... just to get a bone, maybe...
... just that made me real sorry
Sexy little bad... we can come... stay up on a hustle, got a... full of diamonds
Walking out the city making rain harder than the dudes all black and... sitting up big 22
Now she's baddest little thing that I've ever seen
Slim waist with a face... magazine
Mamma got the kind of ball got the beauty queen in the movie scene, you know what I mean
And my mind is the only thing she blows all around up and down she goes
... the edge... down to the flow, yeah, she knows, she's a killer, killer
That girl is a winner, so cold make the hardest... shiver, shiver
... fast cars, pretty women, I'm speeding in her
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
feat. 2Pac, T-Low
[Edi] + (Bosko)
(gangstaz clap yo hands)
World Wide..... Outlawz
(all the ladies clap yo hands)
Makaveli The Don....
With the homie T-Low
(gangstaz clap yo hands)
Felly Fel on the track.... Bosko
(all the ladies clap yo hands)
It's going down real big.... let's go
(clap yo hands baby)
[T-Low - Chorus]
This is for thugz in every state
We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
And World Wide
Aint no place that we rather be
Livin' it up with the family tonite
And World Wide
[Edi]
We holla World Wide
Better understand us
Since we coming with thugs from L.A to Atlanta
Put ya hands up
Nothin' but love from all sides of my thug cliq
Outlaw ridahs them hataz aint touchin' us
Hittin' em up in two-double-O-two
I got dank, drank, bank, what you wanna do?
Move out the way, you see us coming thru
It aint a game, it's true (uhu)
We 'bout to act a fool
You know the history
All out... ball out.... picture me
Rollin' and holdin' all brands
For the victory
Edi Amin... ya know the name
Dont remember me?
Since it's nine-six
World Wide... legendary
[T-Low - Chorus]
This is for thugz in every state
We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
And World Wide
Aint no place that we rather be
Livin' it up with the family tonite
And World Wide
[2Pac]
Known for doing skandalouz deeds
No handlin' me
And naw it aint the drugs
Just the straight thug nigga in me
I swoop down and cause havoc
My rapid delivery is automatic
Lettin' niggaz have it
I been labeled as a thug nigga
Since they dont sell my shit to white folks
Ship it to the drug dealers
And catch'a-catch'a nigga world-wide
A fuckin Mobb Figga... West Coast hoo-ride
When we robb niggaz
Money made my squad bigger
But we aint sell our souls
Bustin' on our emenies, muder my foes
At my shows Imma nut
Lights, camera, time for action
Now get to clappin' to my cuts
A World Wide Mobb Figga
[T-Low - Chorus]
This is for thugz in every state
We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
And World Wide
Aint no place that we rather be
Livin' it up with the family tonite
And World Wide
[Bosko]
Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps)
All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps)
Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps)
All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps)
Clap yo hands baby
[Napoleon]
It's so hard on me
Girl pardon me
I got the same spirit Pac had
Hit 'em to me
When I arrive on the dance floor
I'm humpin' the floor
It's a world wide mobb thang
That's for sure
Got money in my pocket now
Drivin' in a rocket now
Never hear me rap around ice
I keep it underground
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z fa sheezy
(yall tryin to start the East-West beef again)
Girl please
Get ya money young souljah
Time steady wastin'
I been around the world before
I'm in Jamaica
P-R... B-R.... Bahamas, plus Cuba
L-A to V-A and even Vancouver
[Young Noble]
Hey yo....
I be the Young N-O... to the B-L-E
Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
And I'm still Dirty Jerz reppin'
Outlawz reckage
Get ya dough up yall
Get ya flow up
Pac and Yak live on
Dont be surprised if they show up
At ya front door with a loaded
(ohh noooooo)
Young Nobe it the block
What's poppin' homie
Ya can hate but ya know Pac watchin homie (uhuh)
So give some love up
We stay thuggin' it up
Lil' homie is you thuggin' or what?
Throw ya dubz up
Put em real high
East, West, Dirty South, North side
Outlaw pride
[T-Low - Chorus 2X]
This is for thugz in every state
We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
And World Wide
Aint no place that we rather be
Livin' it up with the family tonite
And World Wide
[Napoleon: talking]
Outlawz... could never touch the kids in the ghetto man
That's where I'm from..... man
[Chorus]
This is our life
Even tho' the sun dont always shine
It's still our life
If you keep yo head up everything will be alright
In living your life
[Napoleon]
I'm damn near 'bout to go in tears
Writin' this verse here
I feel like I'm cursed here
I'm choked up since I lost my peers
But I know one day we be back again
One love to my Mexicans
Tryin' to run across the border
To see freedom all over again
Man... One love to my Africans
They try to kill us with AIDS
But they smart again
It's like I die once that I be born again
With the grace of Allah
Kept away my sins
From the ghetto where they play with heavy metal to win
Lost my parents so I moved with my next-of-kin
Life.... just so mych pain to me
To tell the truth I dont wanna die angrily
Makaveli and Kadafi, them trained me
I feel yall in the dark steady hatin' me
[Chorus]
This is our life
Even tho' the sun dont always shine
It's still our life
If you keep yo head up everything will be alright
In living your life
[Edi]
In '96 we was on top of the world
Videos, movies, money, jewels and girls
Rolls Royces, Hummers, Jagz and all that
Hard to believe one night in Vegas changed all that
Fast forward... 6 years
Man, we still here
Despite be hated on (huh)
We still clear
Until the end of time you cant stop destiny
Back for everything they owe
Now let's go
[Young Noble]
I got the spirit of a angel
The heart of a soldier
The mind of a militant
Was blessed by my mother
The inspiration of my life
She 4 years clean
With 15 years on the pipe
And she just got married
I felt pain... ya sayin' Pac smilin' at the wedding
Never forget her mah'
Yall baby fool, I promise to ya Imma stay a trooper
Outlawz done die
We forever move
[Chorus]
This is our life
Even tho' the sun dont always shine
It's still our life
If you keep yo head up everything will be alright
In living your life
[Kastro]
Oh... I'm on, pens and needles
Needles and pens
These 2 Tims was my Beemer
Before I heard of a Benz
I got lost tryin' to find my ends
And got crossed tryin' to find me a friend
That's life....
We sacrifice for better days
We pray for a better way that never came
Hey! (hey.. hey)
What's more precious then a innocent child, smilin'
??? was foul, look at his smile
School's not cool
Them big body rules
The workin' mans a fool
If he cant afford the jewels
Look at how life use ya
Abuse and confuse ya
Remember we was suppose to be the future?
Now we grown
The future is here and we gone
Oh where did we go wrong
Let's live...
And do right by these kids my friend
They the only shot we got at living life again
C'mon
[Chorus x2]
This is our life
Even tho' the sun dont always shine
It's still our life
If you keep yo head up everything will be alright
[Young Noble] (talking)
We got Bad Azz in this mother fucker (Outlawz!)
Spiggity Spice 1 in this mother fucker (Oaktown)
The Low-LIfes in this mother fucker (Still thuggin)
You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah. it's on)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Once again
Another fat nigga fried
Do a drive-by if you wanna fuck with mine
Cause we swallowed inside
My feet stuck to the ground
And ain't shit that move me
Dog, I'm heavy bound
And I done seen niggaz get touched by the pair
Runnin they mouth with only one to the ground
I blow my shit cause I can back it up
Fuck poppin the trunk
Let's throw some hands up
Now how many real niggaz gonna stand up?
I thought so, niggaz better shut up
I'm five-six, hearts bigger than me
But I'll fuck you up so destructively
Thoughtfully, my mack ten pop for me
Got my glocks with me, come ride my block with me
Intoxively, I bought that hennesee
Come ride with me or homicide with me
Outlawz nigga
[Bad Azz - Verse 2]
Shit a nigga still breathin hard from the last song
Cause out here it's either mash or get mashed on
Rest In Peace to all those who done passed away (R-I-P)
Cause with the beat that's in the streets life don't last long
All in between you need to eat, you need some wheat
You needs to heat, the beat, cause you's a condon savage street to shit
You got to mash to sleep a week or snooze
Stay on my feet, I'm tryin to keep em in some shoes
Stay outta jail, this nigga fucks hard and twos again
Let's get this money like we ain't never got it again
Let's keep shootin em like we ain't never shot it again
You got your life but you promised to die
Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside
Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside (come on)
[Chorus - Young Noble (normal) and Bad Azz (indented)]
Life's short young nigga, get your mash on
Hustle on little nigga, get your cash on
If you see death around the corner, get your blast on
You gonna die anyway, life don't last long
We still feelin pain from the last song
Shit, we still feelin rain from the last storm
Homie either mash or get mashed on
Little nigga either blast or get blast on
[Young Noble - Verse 3]
I see how you got to play it now
You got to lay it down
And clown for your crown, have respect now
That's a test just to see if you gonna bring it to em
Then come a whole lot of please when you bring it to em
We keep it movin, motivation is the money
Ability to feed niggaz hungry is so lovely
But that ain't it, we got some soldiers locked down
It's been perfect for what we doin when they drop down
It's hot now and we right up in the thick of it
Picture this, all of us, eatin chips
Sittin on the porch by our house, leavin something in a stash
How do we outlast? Always keep cash
[Spice 1 - Verse 4]
Sittin on the scene, with the nine
Never would of thought, I'd be gettin mine
Bossilini, straight murder dog
Plotted my magazine, master cream
Discenegrate niggaz who blast me
He didn't know I was trapped
He didn't know I was ready
Plug a hole in his chest
And check out with the niggaz vetti
Do a dirty shit, smokin bomb on the dock
Cut your ass up in pieces, throw your meat to the sharks
I got that, hold up
Got a glock and I be puttin niggaz in comas
You's a mother fuckin fool
Cause you dyin for runnin up on me
[Low Lives - Verse 5]
You want beef bitch nigga, see me face to face
After the case, my niggaz travel state to state
I'm on a mash with case, so I can't procrastinate
There's so many lives in state, lord I'm always gonna take
My fate keep guessin, Smith and Wesson Stressin
The lesser the charge, the shorter the yard, I'm dodgin bullets
Rest In Peace to those who couldn't, I'm not gonna run
Keep on mashin and keep on blastin
I'm lastin my time here
Nigga I'm a be a legend in my own time 'fore a die here
You wanna smoke, I'm a note to keep my mind clear
And every nigga that I know mash with no fear
Come on
Chorus
[Young Noble - Verse 6]
A yo, I takes no, no slope, that slope
Livin with no breath
Who wanna go next?
No stretch when it's time to sprint
Time limited
They want my life but I ain't givin it
Outlaw, Low-Lives, taking your life
We blow mics and I'm breakin in with soap dice
I'm baitin now the nigga you hate now
Full steam ahead, my beam is red
Niggaz wanna fight dirty
I'm clean as them
Stay hurtin in the part
You wanna bleed instead?
[Low Lives - Verse 7]
I'm Mister Shorty to the K, the K, f-fantastic
And I'm out here mashin like a nation-wide assassin
I'm kickin ass and takin names later
Better yet, call me Shorty, the motivator dominator
Great rhymes sayer, whole cappa drug dealer
Low-Life nigga, I'm twenty-one and gettin bigger
Roll with niggaz, mine's as big as nine figures
Yeah, them low life niggaz, them five-five niggaz, nigga
You'll get high, roll by, once in a while
I see ya lovin my style
You know I can take it, roll with a stand-by for nothin
Divide, lay low until the ride be out
The four-five on the ground, forty and out
To fourteen days hard time, Low Lives!
[Kastro] (talking)
Hmm, damn, I feel ya
Turn, nope, don't nobody care
These Outlawz feel y'all (yup)
Yeah, don't nobody care
Sometime it get like that (When it feel like don't nobody care)
It seems like nobody care (nope, not nobody)
I care though, listen
[Kastro - Verse 1]
I been so sick lately, bellyin and not achy
These issues keep me with pistols for safety
I got plans that the cops ain't included in
And not a handcuff or shell could hold em in
Right at the end of my road, who been there before?
Now that I'm dead, it's like I've been dead before
Same story, it's raw, I'm an outlaw
A bread warhead, K-Dogg is a warrior
And when I stand, I stand on my own two
If I fall, I land on my own two
A soldier, and it been like that
Pac and Yak see us now and they could see all that
Who really care? Fuck the tarry hair
And the rest of the Outlawz was without a share
Don't nobody care, just like I thought
So I just stare at the world like I don't give a fuck
[Napolean - Verse 2]
I remember them days when it was dark outside
The only thing I felt I had was my nuts and my pride
I was different than them niggaz on the block sellin drugs
But I was always with em, actin like a thug
Runnin through the mud cause the cops was on us
We just walkin home from school but they always on us
It's like this, the streets is so lovely
I love the streets, because the streets made me
The ghetto seems so in peace
Man, that I moved to the suburbs and there's more police
Where I'm from, a fiend'll pack a gun
Overton, Jersey the harder the slum
But I made it up outta there, thanks to the Lord, kid
But I'll never leave my box alone, nigga I swear (swear)
And to the young kids wearin the streets do
I know nobody don't care, but the Outlawz do (cause we do)
[Chorus - Young Noble]
We stack clips, glack licks in the air
Smoke sticks on the stairs, dog, nobody care (nobody care)
We shot the fear when everybody was there
Beat each other half to death, but homie nobody care (nobody care)
My momma wasn't there and my poppa wasn't there
Couldn't find em anywhere cause nobody cared, yeah
We split mills, pop pills and shit
Ten on the floor, ten in the bed, damn, nobody care
[Young Noble - Verse 3]
Yo, hard times as a youngsta
Scarred by the hunger, wonder
How many gonna die this summer (die this summer)
We loud like thunder roamin the strip
Now everybody act cool, we approachin the vip (come on, come on)
Smokin a stick, hit, cause we live for this (live for this)
Just like shit is hard raisin kids in this
I got 'Outlaw' tatted on my stomach and all (stomach and all)
We can fight and hang out later like nothing is wrong
Laise your Timms up tight cause the ride is rough (uh)
You can tighten my cuffs, I'm still likin the cuffs (come on)
Fuck this and that, cause I'mma get you back (uh-huh)
I know you mother fuckers sick and wish that I couldn't rap
Hatin already waitin till my pockets is fat (uh)
Would you rather see me incarcerated, locked in the back? (come on)
Cockin a strap, have your whole block in a gat (yeah)
Every body down flat, where them dollars at? (uh, oh yeah)
[EDI Mean - Verse 4]
I put my faith in the Lord, pray for patience in war
Now only time'll tell if he heard me before
I see myself in the mirror, young nigga full of flaws
But in the streets, I'm a hero cause I give it to em raw
I'm just my momma's second son, and I just bought me a gun
Cause some niggaz want some, and I ain't got nothin for em
Me and my niggaz stay hungry, strivin for the old and gray money
Ridin while these niggaz think it's funny
But ain't a damn thing funny to a nigga like me (nah)
When you sittin on your ass broke and thirty
And don't nobody care about your sob story (nah)
I work so hard homie, you better be about your money (homie)
Oh yeah, it goes both ways, and momma used to say
'The Lord'll help those who help themselves'
I keep my eyes on the prize so there ain't no chance for me fail
Cause don't nobody give a fuck when you livin in hell
[Young Noble] (talking)
Outlaw, Outlaw
Bring your mother fucking Jersey Mob
In the name of Makaveli The Don, the killa motherfuckin Kadafi
[Akwylah - Verse 1]
Everybody wanna know how I live my life (pucka)
Where's my balls? (pucka)
Where's my ice?
No matter now I answer then, feel my stripes
You keep poppin shit, I'll pin my knights *dying*
At your grow dega
Smokin on your drow Flavor
Spit some pimp shit
Then dip with your old neighbor (come on)
And if you really, feel some type of way about it
Run up in your hood, then I'll shoot my fuckin way about it
This Jersey Mob, Outlaw, Akwylah
To my crew selling coke clinkin' cock dollars
We in the same game, eat the pain, maintain
All the snitches wanna see us in chain gangs
The hate for traitors, that's all a cop thought of
We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*
Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him
His family prayin 'cause one day they might back into him (uh-huh, uh-huh)
[Smooth - Verse 2]
With nothin to loose, I walk through clutchin my tools
Ice-grill make you wanna say what's fuckin with Smooth (yo, what's fuckin
with that nigga?)
I'm sick of these crews, actin like they've been payin dues
I put the heat to em, tell them niggaz kick off they shoes
What would you do in the position when it's us against you?
That Teflon mother fucker, can your head take two?
Shut the fuck up 'fore your luck's up
What you gonna do when your shit's up
Besides get dissed on nigga, and pistol-whipped up
Tied up, mouth taped up, layed out, and hit up
Leave you in pray, gotta give you a napkin to wipe that shit up
After the fact, holdin in time, shit up for lit up
High drilly and shit yeah nigga you know the mix-up
We that squad for real, Jersey Mob for real
It be kill or be killed, so we drawin that steel
I'm lovin the rush, Essex county doublin us, fuckin with us (yeah, yeah,
yeah)
We ownin enough, them rollers is bust
[Chorus - Akwylah] x 2
(Murder - repeated in background of chorus)
Murder made easy for dummies
Before you pull the trigger
Hit his pockets, take all his money
First you gotta be smart
Check his race and his bag
To see if he's strapped
And hit him once in the face
And that's that
[Trife - Verse 3]
Well where you at then?
When I needed you the most
I hit rock bottom
I couldn't see that we was close
Yo box, watch em
Now they all Champaign
Ballin campaign
Yeah that nigga fall in the rain
Dirty ya joints poppin like you greasy burger enflamed
Every verse I drop's another small piece of the pain
Shit'll never be the same
After we got burned
Niggaz is burnt out
And yo there's nowhere to turn
Like court adjourned
Without a quarter to burn
Short of return
To the same game in order to earn
Y'all niggaz don't learn
I ain't concerned by far
Spit six bars like gem-star, stitches, and scars
Niggaz dry snitchin, yo they intuition bizarre
Picture me starved
Without a partner, pitchin is hard
Listen, my jaw, to find the right position tomorrow
Is mission imposs?
I be yellin really my eyes
Niggaz kill me when they nod like they really alive
[Kastro - Verse 4]
You ain't shit without your homeboys
Y'all ain't no grown boys
I feel it all and no voice
Now you stuck with no choice
Get on the ground, give up your property
It's like monopoly
With Jersey Mob this time, they're ain't a mother fucker stoppin me
That's why I pop three in my throat
Wait for my shit to drop and it's murder she wrote
Forgot to pull it close
And I got enough to go around for everybody challengin
Guns, never silence, I'm still wildin like Allen
And Mister Jeru, well it's mob. all that deep shit
You can keep it
Fuck frontin, I ain't never kept a secret
My dog's swift, doin the hard shift in the jail
I'm still sendin the mail
We livin' in Hell
My mom dukes told me 'life is what you make it'
So watch yours close
And The Outlawz will fuck around and take it
I got these spinks payin a hundred a gram, fifty for half
I'll get em for thiry that's why I dump at last
Chorus
[Napolean - Verse 5]
We catch niggaz at the stop light
And do what's not right
It's worked for centuries
To the OG's and peace gites
We seat night, and we run through your chest
Got a bitch with your name on her breast
Up to set up your death
We watch your ass for ten months
If we gots em (yeah)
Then the first mistake you make (see them)
Mother fucker we gots you (got em)
We do it so cold
We make your niggaz think they saw a ghost
You untouchable niggaz don't even know we so close
(right next to you nigga)
Coast to coast, we spread so rapidly
Man, the niggaz sittin next to you answer to me
Cause we can touch you when we want to
So watch your tongue
We listenin closely man
Y'all know have no one
We got guns
Plus the ones that Pac left (uh-huh)
We got enemies
Plus the ones that Pac left (uh-huh)
We bang thug life, outlaw
Cause that's our job (yeah, yeah)
We backed by the Mob
And we hittin these niggaz hard
So what?
[Chorus: Daz] [singing]
What's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy
What's ya fantasy.. gettin freaky in the night
[x2]
Say girl.. what's ya fantasy
Do you wanna get with me?
Show me how it's 'sposed to be
Gettin freaky in the night, show me ecstasy
You wanna bust a nut, what about me
Baby what's ya fantasy?
Baby what's ya fantasy?
[Daz: rapping]
You want your ass and your pussy chewed out
But baby that ain't what I'm about
Let me stick all this in your mouth
Now won't you get freaky, and won't you turn it out
and have visions of the dick and balls getting swallowed (like that)
Let you swim in, the sperm and no ?
Throw that pussy into a bottle
and let it float to shore, gimme gimme some more
[Storm]
Creamy sweetness while I'm dreamin, got me stuck
between a night of romance and freaky fuckin to harmonic screamin
Picture perfect on the ceiling, that's only right
Caught you lookin at that action, behind the smile
Settle down, oh you wild child
Hit it, insane spot, like ? glocks
Hit it, stop, hit it hit it, stop, hit it, ahh
That's when you switch to automatic like you really want it
Cause I been waitin to participate and engage in
multiple comin phases, takin you to Storm-y stages
So what you say nigga, come and play with me
Have you fallin, on your knees, like I'm your savior
Now praise power to the pussies that be runnin the game
And if you can't swing that shit, then you grounded main
You need to understand, I need a Thug in my gameplan
A freaky ass nigga with a big thang
[Chorus 1/2]
[Daz] Tell em Noble!
[Young Noble]
Hey freaky bitch I love my nuts licked all night
Uh-huh, you know that ain't right
You want a young nigga like, me, to add on to the ?BLE?
Knock the tent from 11 to 3
We puff a L afterwards, afterwards no words
spoken strokin til the pussy stayed open
Tiffany, claim she missin me, on a late night
Talkin to her friends, sayin dig it that pussy ain't right
Freaks they love to ride it like a mini-bike
on any given night, makin sure she lick it right
Up and down, side to side, all around
in and out, keep some extra bitches in the house
My Thug Passion keeps the Thug Luv everlastin
Double plastic for them double fat asses
What's ya fantasy?
[Daz] What's ya fantasy? What's ya fantasy? What's ya..
[Chorus]
[Daz] Said ooh, you got the bomb
[Storm] I got the bomb
[Daz] Bitch you got some bomb ass pussy
[Daz]
Ooh, you got the bomb
She got some bomb ass pussy
Bitch you got some bomb ass pussy
She said if you want this pussy you can have this pussy
If you really want this pussy you can have it -- say it again
If you want this pussy you can have this pussy
If you really want this pussy you can have it
It was a Coupe thing, Coupe thing
Got her thang tonight, it was a Coupe thing
I was in the mood to hurt somethin thick
Thick legs, thick thighs, and real thick hip
It was 2:13 I was in the mix
Singing 'Baby girl, you in the mood for this'
She said 'Hell yea, I'm in the mood for this'
So I whipped it out and let her have this dick, beyotch!
[Napoleon]
Follow me, and you'll watch me grow
Even though we all know I don't love them hoes
Know you're horny, we can gets to fuckin
all a young nigga want is ?
[Young Noble]
To me to be Young in the A-G-E where I gotta
lot of problems that a bitch can't see and I gotta
brand new key to the telly make it slippery
like jelly through some shit, the devil wouldn't tell me
Bend over, find your ankles swallow my nuts while I spank those
That's what you get, pull your ears, ?
Non-stop, I break you out like a weapon
Now drop, get on your knees come and grab it beyotch!
Put this Hennesey bottle in your cock
Let your girl hit the top, I love to watch
What's ya fantasy?
[Daz] What's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy, what's ya fantasy, what's ya..
[Daz: singing]
Say girl.. what's ya fantasy
Do you wanna get with me?
Show me how it's 'sposed to be
Gettin freaky in the night, show me ecstasy
You wanna bust a nut, what about me
Bitch what's ya fantasy?
Bitch what's ya fantasy?
[Chorus]
[Daz]
Let me tell you my fantasy
You want a nigga to beat that pussy up
You know you like that girl
Stop faking like you don't like that
Uhh, that's the way I want you to eat this dick
Up and down, side to side
Lollipop, three wheel motion baby
Let's get on the edge of the bed
and let me show you how I hit the switch
on that pussy!
Up and down on that pussy!
That's what I'm talkin about, that's what I'm talkin about
Work that pussy
Just work that pussy like you ain't never worked that pussy
That pussy is mine, all mine all mine
All mine all mine all mine all MINE!
All mine all mine all mine
[keep repeating 'all mine' to end]
Pussy, turn it out some good pussy
Life is what you make it nigga
Get up off your ass and get some
Always hollering about you want something nigga
Verse 1: Young Noble
Yo, I've been abducted by the block
But I had to escape
Imagine my fate
Traveling and stacking the cake
After my wake
Bust 25 for me
'Cause I'll ride for y'all
And y'all ride for me
I ain't trying to have no sad story in the end
Me and my people all we want is glory in the end
I ain't gonna tell you again
Start thinking about your future nigga
No extra weight 'cause we ain't got nothing to do with you
If time is money you wasting the clock
Pacing the block
They hooked now tasting the rock
Thinking of Pac and Yak
So we mash blinded
Gonna be Hell 4 a Hustla
Till the gats find me
And you can ask 1-2
He used to be on new
And you can ask swift gotti
Don't shit get by me
Ask tommy showtime if I did my time
And you can ask L Dog if I ever felt y'all
And ask rock jock if I ever chopped rocks
The block hop
Like Wayne
We remain the top spot
Life is what you make it so we making this spot pop
Life is what you make it so we making this spot pop
Chorus:
Young Noble:
Edi life is what you make it
You living to die
Homie life is what you make it
I'm gonna get it and ride
Edi:
Know life is what you make it
And baby
I'm a Made Nigga
Live it up
Give it up until my grave nigga
Kastro:
Yo life is what you make it
This Thug Life is sacred
We can't shake it
So we don't fake it
Young Noble:
Hey yo
Life is what you make it
We born to ball
I'm warning y'all
Why you think we born Outlawz
Verse 2: Kastro (Edi)
23 years of tears
I cry not again
I wake up early
Surprised I'm still living (uh)
We knowing
Choking life
Holding on
My family tree hopeless
Still I remain strong (strong)
It ain't a pastry
It ain't sweet or tasty (come on)
Bitter is bad liver
But still embrace (come on)
I take slow breaths
Exhale a slow death
Euphanasia
Ain't nothing that can save us (come on)
It what you make it
Thug Life is sacred
We can't shake it
So we don't fake it (so we don't fake it)
Space it(yeah yeah)
It ain't no time for wasting (come on)
All I
Fall I
Means we go out blazing (uh)
Verse 3: Edi
We go to hold on a little bit longer
It feel good
Look my team getting stronger
It seems like we done weathered the storm
But I know all that really means is that it's really on
Oh yes
We been out here
Trying to do my thing
So many niggas hating on us
Driving me insane
Doing that shit behind them closed doors
Talking bout the Lawz
Light some more?
I penetrate your whole existence with precision
Splitting your wig
Making that bitch a split decision
Thug living although my mama taught me much better
I was addicted to the streets
I couldn't leave until I touched cheddar
And better than my heart
A soul of a rebel
I'm gonna do it my way
I ain't never ever gonna settle
I got my niggas and my metal
We all on a mission
The goal is to get dough
And stay cold
Keep tripping'
Come on
Chorus:
Young Noble:
Edi life is what you make it
You living to die
Homie life is what you make it
I'm gonna get it and ride
Edi:
Know life is what you make it
And baby
I'm a Made Nigga
Live it up
Give it up until my grave nigga
Kastro:
Yo life is what you make it
This Thug Life is sacred
We can't shake it
So we don't fake it
Young Noble:
Hey yo
Life is what you make it
We born to ball
I'm warning y'all
Why you think we born Outlawz
Verse 4: Napoleon
I woke up in the morning
My Tec 9 on the dresser
Glock 9 for the pressure
Get my money
Leave them niggas naked
Fuck you?
You know you get buried
Niggas never ever learn
Facing?
But I hop glocks
And this shit cock
You know I ain't even trying to rock
If life is what you make it
I'm gonna make your shit hot
Nigga you ain't know
I ride for the dough
Besides my outlaw niggas
I cry cry for the goal
My life is aiight
But shit gonna change
Since money don't grow on tress
Beggar get on your knees
Life is what you make it
And nigga I'm a Made Nigga
Live it up or give it up till my grave nigga
Chorus:
Young Noble:
Edi life is what you make it
You living to die
Homie life is what you make it
I'm gonna get it and ride
Edi:
Know life is what you make it
And baby
I'm a Made Nigga
Live it up
Give it up until my grave nigga
Kastro:
Yo life is what you make it
This Thug Life is sacred
We can't shake it
So we don't fake it
Young Noble:
Hey yo
Life is what you make it
We born to ball
I'm warning y'all
Uh uh
Outlawz
Why don't y'all niggas move the fuck over for a minute
Let us get in
Time's up
Outlaw nigga
Verse 1: Napoleon
I was trained to bang
Your life over
Catch a game that Pac told you
Fast lane
Can't stay sober
Get the money
Then flip it over
But honeys we lace that
Nigga we stay strapped
You take another step and I'll move you 8 back
For the money I mean mug
You hog and I'll hold a grudge
I'll meet you in the parking lot
Handle some mutha fuckas
Solution, there ain't none
Nigga I can't run
It's something gonna be done
Then fuck it lets dump some
You wastin your breath
And I'm surprised there's some left
I got my nine on your chest
And you got your mind on your gat
And I got this shit up inside of me
Holdin on like its riding me
Telling me to get this money
Fuck y'all 'cause you trying me
I bust yall
'Cause you eyeing me
What dog
It's inside me
I blame my shit on society
Stackin money inside of me
Verse 2: Edi
Where the fuck is my niggas at (right here)
Where the fuck is my bitches at (right here)
For the live
We about to enter this game one more time
Now uh
Throw up your mutha fuckin hood and make it shine
And a
Give up the mutha fuckin goods 'cause they mine
Uh huh
We done forgotten
Dirty niggas from the block
Rotten
Leaving niggas rotten
It's a mutha fucka plottin
Uh huh
We keep it poppin like pussy in the south
Disrespect the Lawz
And we'll see fifty to your mouth
We the OUT-LAWZ!
Damn right
Stand Tight
We the OUT-LAWZ!
Smackin these niggas who can't fight
OUT-LAWZ!
Nigga we don't give a what!?
OUT-LAWZ!
Remember we Hit 'Em Up
Chorus: Kastro (Young Noble)
How many mutha fuckas here
Gonna show no fear
When there's death in the air
My man
I seen to many crack
Soon as they seen a gat
Even though they be strapped
That ain't G (That ain't G)
I've been all around the world
In every hood that stir
Without a worry in the world
That's me (That's me)
And this Outlaw gang
Gonna do a Outlaw thang
Till we six feet deep
Six feet deep (Six feet deep)
Verse 3: Kastro
I wake up with a new 4
Sleep with 2 4
And a 12 gauge pump
Waiting for something to jump
Y'all must be kidding me
Talking about ridding me
Faggot
This world is mines and I ain't having it
Listen
How it feel trying to steal
A nigga you can't kill
A nigga so real we make time stand still
That's me
Lil' OG
I ODed
And one more
My balls hang
And I bang
Till I'm stiff on the floor
Oh no
They must have did it again
Talking they self to death
They gonna feel it again
And that's that
That's all
That's it
No more
We the realest to ever did this shit thus far
Verse 4:
Dirty jersey only breed
Killers and dogs
Since I'm both I'm in your driveway
With gauge in the fog
Ain't shit sweet about
A nigga from New York
Accept the not guilty verdict
That you hear in the court
Bang you from the car
Rocking Me Against the World
And the blood from your face fly and land on your girl
I'm gunnin grown
Even bag up coke when my mother home
Just got the new gun
That bust off with another tone
Chorus: 1x
Verse 5: Young Noble
Make a move young homie
If you choose young homie
We school young homies
Who the fuck is us homies
We OUT-LAWZ!
Chewing D mutha fuckas
And we about to ball
Best believe mutha fuckas
And it's like a bid
I know y'all been waiting to bump this
We raised your kids with this mutha fuckin thug shit
Noby the holiest
The cripin and the blood shit
Stripper club shit
Bitches giving love quick
Fuck this we gonna take it there
Nigga you wants no part of this
We trade your shares
Make it clear
Where you going
Face your fears
A lot of money to be made this year
Over here
And we hate the cops
We catch you niggas slippin
Then we take your block
My homies stay creeping
And we ride for 'Pac
You know it ain't a thang
And we ride for Yak
You niggas know it ain't a game
'Cause we bleed for this
And if you don't believe in nothing else
Believe in this
Outlawz is it
So come and get it nigga
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Yo, it's gettin colder with time, Thug rollers with rhymes
Gotta look out for the spineless, marchin with mines
Outlawz on the grind, in the back of my mind
Gotta watch out for the one-time all the time
Lot of fights on the block, so I walk with my glock
First head get hot, gettin shot on the spot
It's a sticky sitch-e-ation, tryin to duck to hatin
Fuckin with my family, I get worse than Satan
Turnin niggaz out, at a young age
It's what my life story's about, I ain't afraid
Turnin in the water, gaspin' for air
But I'm in the air at the same time, searchin for land
It's the life of a man, without no parents to call
Had to learn right and wrong when it's on, fuck all y'all
Walkin through the cemetery talkin to the dead
Conversation we gonna keep between us, heard what he said
Think about the niggaz that can't make it to see tomorrow
Left his family all alone cause he got hit by the lead
Drama on the streets is what the Outlawz fed
And if your ass get out of line, you got a price on your head
[Chorus - Young Noble]
I was born all alone, I'mma die all alone (yeah)
So I ride all alone, from a soldier to a general
I taught myself, went to court myself (uh-huh)
Made a choice, from a soldier to a general
A boy to a man, ain't nobody give a damn (fuck that!)
Live the streets without nobody, from a soldier to a general
We was raised around criminals, and played around criminals
The game of a criminal, from a soldier to a general
[Kastro - Verse 2]
I walk around with the weight of the world
Faith in my shotty since I made it my girl (love you)
Oh! Somebody save me please, I've been
Brought up amongst these scram blest thieves and
All they can show me is I fight with my muscle and (uh-huh)
I'd do anything for these stripes in the struggle and
Happiness is Hennessey, mixes, and bitches and I'm all about my riches
From a small time grinder to a timer am I
Scandalous mind is a constant reminder of the
Evil these men do, struggle contend you
Lord, what you got your boy all into
I must be mental, I must by psycho
Crazy deranged and my brains with a rifle
That's the price we pay to have life today
Will I have it any other way? No Way (oh)
[E.D.I. Mean - Verse 3]
Seems like my addiction to the streets been a life long one
I chose to wrong damn crease
See momma work her fingers to the bone to make me a happy home
But I chose the wrong, steppin out on my own
Intrigued by them big-league niggaz with the blow
See my first dead man as a kid in eighty-four
Seen crack come and turn bums to millionaires
Turn and die a bitch out, oh, and now she don't care
Something bought the ghetto in the Summer, make niggaz tougher
Niggaz die to be fresh, so we all turn to hustlas
Some stuck with it, some really couldn't fuck with it
Some trust the wrong, and now they gone
Them flowers for the dead, all the powers in my head
I give a fuck what them cowards said, I'm all about my bread
Struggle love to, huh, hustle ball to
From a soldier to a general, nigga you better let em through
Chorus
[Young Noble - Verse 4]
I grew up, like every other kid in the ghetto
Up the hill on my mountain bike, struggle to peddle
I was a freshman with no medals
But I earned my stripes
Wrong turns made me burn my life
Got a comment 'fore you walk soldier, follow the rules
Be a leader when I see you, don't follow the crew
There's only one way to live and one way to die
One way to fail and one way to try
My eyes bloodshot from the drugs on the block
And my thugs on the block got slugs for the cops
My moms loves my pops but she hurtin herself
Laid off, so she broke, not workin herself
On my own at fifteen, learnin the ropes quick
Had to eat so I hustled, turnin my coat quick
I ain't no shit, only how to be a criminal
Edi (talking)
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon... Smoke It
Outlawz c'mon... Yea... Blood Brothers c'mon
Intoduction to the Outlaw Lifestyle
Blood Brothers ya know
Hit the weed, get the drank
Edi... Kastro... Load up, put one in
Outlaw Recordz... please respect it
Here we go
[Edi]
Introduction to the Outlawz lifestyle
Get the weed, get the drank
Turn the lights down
Bang ya hood
Show ya tatts
Let them niggaz know
They crossed the muthafuckin' line
And now they gotta go
Im with my family and I'm finna' light it
Fuck yall niggaz
I cant see a damn thang but us dog
Makaveli lives and shit I'm the fuckin proof
2nd generation Thug Life
Who is you?
Hood to hood... Outlaw please respect it
We them niggaz gettin' helix
When it get hectic
Well trained, smell game from a mile away
Get the bitch to the hide away right away
Edi - i - like a thief in the night
I rock her to sleep
I put my piece thru the light
We breathe thru the light
And we the strength for the strong
Keepin' it going
Yall muthafuckas hate cause you know
Here we go
Kastro (chorus)
I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life
So... ghetto shit is all I like
Like loud mouth ho's
Foul mouth folks
Up 3 days straight
Thuggin' in the same clothes
We scrap for a living
Trapped in this prison
We take money-money
Without asking permission
Our hearts pump thug shit
Our blood drip fire
The life of an Outlaw
For swears to admire
[Kastro]
The butchery, gun talk and money moves
The prophecy for young thugs is born to loose
Walk in my shoes
If you can you's a man
Two hands on ya balls
These squares can't understand
Daddy... raised me crazy
And now I'm worst
Down thursty for thug money
I guess I'm cursed
Who woulda' knew... that...
When the kid got big
I'd be thugged out without giving a shit
I spit dues
Appears to me no school
Follow the leader
I'll lead ya
We will not loose
Im from a rotten deck
From my cards I gotta stoppin' tek
No sweat.......... I demand respect
And respect you take
You walk lightly, politely
I do what's not right
Like ???? Spike Lee
Ain't nobody like me
No need to look
Im down hard
I die hard
I think I'm hooked
Kastro (chorus)
I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life
So... gutta shit is all I like
Like loud mouth ho's
Foul mouth folks
Up 3 days straight
Thuggin' in the same clothes
We scrap for a living
Trapped in this prison
We take money-money
Without asking permission
Our hearts pump thug shit
Our blood drip fire
The life of an Outlaw
For swears to admire
[Edi ]
We.... settin' up shop ?? Pac til the death of me
I hear ya back up in my head
Dont have to pressure me
Elevation, preparation
'Bout to take this over
'Bout to get a face in this game
Im mase over
Tired of niggaz giving me the same run around
You sellin' coke, shootin' the block
You's a rapper POW
Nigga please spare me all the details
Me and mine gon' ball or see hell
Will we fail? Nigga neva'
I got a one shot deal
And dog it's so real
Im out here like whatever
I could pay these bills or shoot to kill
Cause gutta shit is all I like
Bump a bitch in the day
And we fuckin' at night (yeah)
Ghetto shit is all I love
Over packed clubs
And oversized dub's (shit)
22's, money rules in the life we lead
Lifestyle of an Outlaw.. O.G
Kastro (chorus)
I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life
So... ghetto shit is all I like
Like loud mouth ho's
Foul mouth folks
Up 3 days straight
Thuggin' in the same clothes
We scrap for a living
Trapped in this prison
We take money-money
Without asking permission
Our hearts pump thug shit
Our blood drip fire
The life of an Outlaw
For swears to admire
Ghetto shit, Gutta shit nigga
[Young Noble] - repeated throughout track - x 23
Fuck With Me!
[Napolean - Verse 1]
Baby-girl, you know you put it on me
Shakin your ass in the quarter for me
It's like de-ja-vu the way I met you
You told me you and your nephew
Blow Makaveli too, but smash that boo
Cause that's a bootleg
And it was hard to take my eyes off your legs
Listen can I buy you a drink?
Let your home girl hold your mink
The dead thought made for you and me
Can you walk with me, talk with me
Or one-night stand with me, probably
The answer I can hear tonight
Hips, dick-lick the lips, bitch you goin home tonight
I'm a money-maker, just shakin that thing your momma gave you
Creamin that black heritage, I can't wait to taste ya
You got one life to live, with much to give
Don't play yourself short, Miss Thang, give it here
And what's this I hear, about you top class
That down-south ass will make me spend some cash
Now did you listen to the words I was spittin at ya?
You so much you gonna make g-star rival at ya
[Young Noble - Verse 2]
I give it to you good girl, in the heat of the night
Even when I'm rollin, cream you right
And I ain't even tryin to sleep on old girl
Millennium dime-piece she movin her own world
And don't be a leader, brag on his dick
I ain't tryin to lock you down, hear the slap on the wrist
And I'm the type that talks flicks, when I'm up in it
She ain't the type to throw fits when I bust in it
So what's fuckin with that
She like to lay on her stomach so I bust on her back
And I don't care if she a groupie or not
I'm gettin head on the block and the hooptie'll drop
Root-Crew been hot since back in the day
And since I knew Pac, I'm havin my way
And now you wish you would have stuck with me
Cause all your honeys wanna fuck with me
Where they at? Where they at?
[Chorus - EDI Mean]
Because I'm headin somewhere
And them other (niggaz baby) (rappers gone) gonna be dead in a year
Plus, I know you tired of them fake thugs
All-be gangstaz in they video with make-up
Uh, I don't think so nigga, I'm an outlaw nigga
Hear the heat blow nigga?
Uh, then have the time of your life
One night, next day you tell them people you're my wife
Cause can't nobody do it like this
A lot of mother fuckers talkin but we true to this shit
[EDI Mean - Verse 3]
Come on, straight off the straights of hard time and no luck
Some wonderin niggaz that ankled this game and came up
They ain't wanna fuck with us power to this
But we said 'fuck that' and set fire to this bitch nigga
Outlaw, just some ridahs on our own mission
The trite and true, we un-fuck with a boo
It's critical, the game change, we stay the same
A lot of shit y'all doin now, I did when I was seventeen
And that's the truth if I ever heard it
Hard time, sometime, but I know it's gonna be worth this shit
We done got it together, we gonna party together
They try to stop what we doin, we give em 'Hell man whatever'
Shit this how a live nigga do it, ride or die nigga blew it
We don't try nigga, lose it
And let em know not to fuck with you
And touch your boo, bust your tooth, hush them fools
Chorus
[Kastro - Verse 4]
Uh, a big dick to stroke
I ain't braggin, I'm just lettin you know
Uh, and ever sicne you bounced on me, baby I've been ready to go
Uh, and we can keep this between us
Nut with nothin much to discuss
Uh, or we can let it out to the world
Make a boy or a girl, it's on us
Baby, I like it when you show me your tongue
Lick on my balls until I cum and yell 'stop, stop'
Uh, and when I blow on your clit
Stick my thumb where you shit, you get hot
Damn, nasty, plus you got a big old ass
That pop like a gun, go 'blast, blast'
And you think your girl was fucked
Always talkin all that jazz
So don't fuck with me
I'm not the nigga you love
I'm just the nigga you fuck
I ain't the nigga to her
[Napolean] (talking)
Yeah, from the bottom
For the depths, for the bottom
We come from there, but we still here
We still breath, so long as we got air in these lungs *exhale*
We gonna get something, no matter how, no matter what
Listen
[Young Noble - Verse 1]
Yo, my whole block family, we all argue and fight
But if you not family, keep talkin alright?
Will you get them Nikes? Oh you like them yeah?
They look good on me, you wanna cop a pair
Though it takes some time, we still love everybody
Them like my thug sisters, so I'm fuckin every mommy
Everybody know my face, everybody know my name
As I walk through I heard em sayin 'Noble do his thing'
I'm flowin through this game like I'm slidin on ice
Brought these niggaz insane like I'm slidin in dice
Applyin the wife, but ain't nobody dyin tonight
We fryin the rice, dinner on the steps tonight
I bet your life I just might stretch your wife
Stretch your dime, stretch your doe, and stretch your time
It might sound short, then I'll stretch the rhyme
Nothin but another day, know I ain't gonna lie
[Chorus - TQ]
I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thang
Curb surfin on the corner each and every day (every day)
For all the people cause I never find a better way
Ain't gonna stop me from hittin when I see some paper (I'm gettin it nigga)
Somebody tell me what's the price for a better day
But it don't matter, I'm gonna get mine anyway
But in the scene It's like I still hear my feet the same
Can we get paid? just want to get paid
[EDI Mean - Verse 2]
Man I wasn't born with it
But I'm gonna get it
Let it be known I'm on a mission
>From boss livin, no bullshittin'
And I don't sit around in this who don't want nothin
And I don't kick it with these bitches who always want somethin
I'm my own man, own plan, been that way
Lost my father, shit got harder man, and since that day
I never ever really trust the world again
Age ten, feel frustration
No patience when it all forego
Fuck takin it slow
I'd rather take it and blow
I still roll daily
Only stoppin for my babies
I'm a hard=luck nigga
Keep your guard up nigga
Large cut getta
I gotta have my piece
I'll chop it up with ya man
But I gotta have my piece
You cannot be mad at me
I'm game tight on all sides
Obstacles cannot damage my pride
I manage to ride, but be it wasn't easy
Young struggla, livin for the love of us
Outlaw
Chorus
[Kastro - Verse 3]
I'm bluntin, so I'm strapped, and I'm starred and cautious
Ain't nothin but a day at the office
I stand alone so I cut my losses
And sometimes I drink until I feel nauseous (ha)
It's not easy, believe me, it's no fun
Still I chase my paper, till I can't run
And I was still just a kid till I had one
If not for bad luck, I probably wouldn't have nothin
It's two G's and I just can't quit yet
Through all they mind so I just can't sit back
I stand strong so you know I don't get checked
The born Outlaw so you know I ain't wit' that
My younger days in the day tryin to figure out
A million ways to get paid in a bigger amount
I ain't a mystery, it's elementary
Cash rules, and that's the way it was meant to be
[Napolean - Verse 4]
Eat now, I'm kinda low in the pockets
House lookin like shit, volts is climbin out the sockets
But that's how it is in twenty-three a.m.
Brick City, N-J
Besides Cali, it's the home of the A-K
I'm paid to roll, was raised too low
But at least in my heart, I've always felt alone
I stayed strong through all the times I supposed to
I pray to God daily, you barely when you supposed to
Close to the money cause it's close to my heart
In my life, death ain't nothin but a walk in the park
Hard times gettin sweeter now
I guess Allah must have blessed us cause we eatin now
Come on
[Young Noble - Verse 5]
(TQ = Can I get paid X 3)
Reminiscin of the days we was broke man (broke man)
We still missin tryin to get it, it's a sure thang (sure thang)
The forecast for today said it's gonna rain (gonna rain)
Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (gonna hang)
Live yours, and you know I'm tryin to live mine (live mine)
Get yours, cause I ain't tryin to give mine (give mine)
Everybody comin out at the same time (same time)
Nothin but another day, know I can't lie
Reminiscin of the days we was broke man (broke man)
(EDI Mean) (talking)
Black Rain, there's no chance to escape it
You know it seem like sometimes, there's nothin but bad luck?
It just won't go right, that's the black rain, you know? Uh-huh
(Chorus - Napolean (normal) / Val Young {repeated during chorus} (indented)
Black Rain, don't come down
Don't you come fallin
Black Rain, don't come down
Now don't you come fallin
Black Rain, Black Rain, don't come
You've been wettin us up from day one
We ain't never see a high point, how come
Black Rain, Black Rain comes under the sun
Oh Black Rain, Black Rain, don't come
You've been wettin us up from day one
We ain't never see a high point, how come
Black Rain, Black Rain comes under the sun
(EDI Mean - Verse 1)
We live those big money dreams
A six scene and so peelin
Lust to touch everything
Still but no feelins
We move on through these stars
And when it's on it's on we movin strong
You know the rules, roll with fools
Who use two's no trainin
Hit your block, non-stop, no aimin
Black-Rainin, and man the forecast is bleek (yeah)
Stay inside, they said it's goin for weeks
It's war in the streets
Gangbangin and wearin east (say what)
Now the city that never sleeps will never see peace
I've had enough of still killin each other over nothin
Now there's more of us willin to die over colors
Man it's insane, black rain (insane)
Feedin our seeds, makin em strong with pain, the game
And yo we won't change (won't change)
Too blind to recognize, it's a damn shame (too blind to recognize)
Cause it's right in our eyes, Black Rain!
Chorus
(Napolean - Verse 2)
I seen it all
When the black rain falls
Why will you fall
Black bodies fall
Black rain, you got time to explain
While I'm still strugglin, damn near insane
Damn hittin pain from years ago
Only you know, how the story goes
You took what I got left all in me
First you came, now the Lord's callin me
All in me, is what my Outlawz trained me
And all in me, is what my brothers gave me
And all you see is just another young thug
But please let my baby-boy play in the mud
Rain or sun, please let him have some fun
Don't wet the sidewalk, Daddy walks it to from
And don't let the pain that I touch he feel
And don't let him trust no snakes, that's real
Chorus
(Kastro - Verse 3)
It's cold outside in the middle of the summer
Days fly by, night falls like lumber
Cries inside of the minds of the younger
The hunger scream through the city like thunder
It's like a bunch of black clouds we under
From day one to day none my heart get no more
It's dark, tomorrow might come alone
Since I can't see clear, I stumbled home
It ain't fair, the air out here, too thin
I grieve and don't believe in the hearts of men
It's triflin', the life we in needs change
Till then, we hustlin, it's black rain
(Young Noble - Verse 4)
Yo, ain't no way out the hood
Can't stay out the hood
Hustle hard so every day out is good
The day seem dark, but the nights is bright
Ain't nobody goin down, so we likes to fight
Cops that come around tryin to cuff me up
Lock a brother down tryin to rough me up
We got a snitch on the block and he tellin the sergeant
Watchin like hawks, but I'm sellin regardless
My baby due soon I ain't playin with y'all
It happened so fast, first day and then gone
A million new things on coke this year
A million whole families went broke this year
We tryin to live long, can you tell me how?
I'm hopin that my heat don't fail me now
Every time I thinkin it's death, they tryin to tear me down
But see my in the flesh, can you stare me down
I do it for my fans, cause I'm livin for em
We seein clouds but I paint a perfect picture for em
Black rain, black rain
We seein clouds but I paint a perfect picture for em
Chorus
(Val Young) (Young Noble) x repeated until end
Black Rain, don't come down (don't come)
Don't you come fallin
Black Rain, don't come down (don't come)
We live in a world
Where a man is judged by the color of his skin
We can't win
Not the content of his character
They scared of you
22 million black in America
You better stand your area
75 percent population of the prison system
Niggas listen
Niggas listen
Niggas listen
Outlawz on a mission
Verse 1: Napoleon
So more gun shots
By some young niggas
And now the media consider y'all some dumb niggas
And where you at
I done came from that
So I know what's on your mind when you're cocking your nine back
Busting your bullets at them niggas on the corner
And you aim 7 5 till your victim is a goner
But it's more than life
And I don't blame you
Matter of fact I blame your parents for the shit you gonna do
There's a lot of niggas under ten getting shot by the nine
8 of them died and left 7 of them crying
For the 5th and 6th time
I'm trying to tell you dog
You done pulled through
Nigga I know that's where he are
And the third second and first is when the welfare kicks in
We joined by nothing
'Cause your?
Drinking
Buying crack
Go for drugs again
And it make you want to go and bust your gat again
But if you got a problem grab a pen
Write a letter
And send it to the Outlawz
We'll try to make it better
My young soldier
You ain't no dumb soldier
Keep your mind on your dream
And you a pro soldier
Verse 2: Young noble
Hey yo
I spit, rip for Pac and Yak
I love y'all both
That's why I rap with a grudge and keep my enemies close
Memories float
Nothing else to do but smoke
Now I'm numb with a lump in my throat
I'm scoffed up
Constipated with pain
Hating the rain
We all get wet
And pretty much when you close to death
I think you live by the gun
You die by the judge
And if my girl have a son
I'ma raise him better than I was
A little time does justice to the heart
You should ask your little boy why he rushing to the park
Everyday after school
You wonder why he love there?
They got guns drugs and plenty of thugs there
No care
That's why I speak on shit
To you parents out there
Don't sleep on shit
Raise your kids
Come on you made the kids
We got kids killing kids
Doing major bids
Damn
Chorus:
I never really got a chance to say good-bye
I hope you're thankful you lived your life
And nothing keeps that before your eyes
I never really got a chance to say good-bye
And even though you're gone
You're always on my mind
I never really got a chance to say goodbye
Verse 3: Edi
To all my youngsters out there
Trying to burn something
Will you pay attention a minute
You might learn something
'Cause look
All they want to do is lock you up and make some dough off you
And when your ass finally die
They'll find a hole for you
I know it ain't no love
It seem cold to you
But yous a soldier
Got to keep your goals close to you
'Cause 25 with an L ain't closer junior
Now in society
You're labeled as a loser junior
2 times at that
So close to your 3rd
Only 22 now what the fuck you gonna do
Convicted felons
They don't get no work
We all know that
Now you forced to draw back
You seen the cycle
They don't call it the system for nothing
Systematic ways to get you to your grave
But you heard it before
You ain't gonna listen to Edi
You gonna have to go through it
But please believe me
Ain't no glory in pain
A soldier story in vain
You niggas gobbled by the game
Aint no glory in pain
A soldier story in vain
You niggas gobbled up by the mutha fuckin game
Verse 4: Kastro
It's a long long dark road out of hell
I've been there
I can tell you the story well
Most don't make it
10 out of 12
And the 2 left fighting themselves
We sit in desperate need
Searching for a cure
Us youngsters indeed
We deserve much more
It's war
'Cause we don't get along with each other
God damn
We need to get it together
For real
Chorus
Verse 5: Napoleon
I got 50 shots for every?
These pigs is more crooked than some snakes on my block
They gave him a choice
He had to ride or die
Since bullets don't die
Oz can you tell me how he died
Stay ahead of your game
Young star
Grow eyes
Stay away from them haters
Also 1 time
I respect the game
I'm real serious with mine
It's like they lost
Playing on furious with mine
[Edi talking]
So serious
You know
It's all about will and how strong you are
If you can stand it
Stand the pressure and stay strong youngsters
Move up
Yo yo
What up
One luv
One thug
Know what y'all mutha fuckas need?
What we need nigga?
Know what America need?
What do America need?
A Outlaw as a president
Outlaw
Yeah, you might be right
What you want nigga?
That's exactly what y'all need
You might be fuckin' right guy
[Chorus x2: Phats Bossilini]
What a nigga want?
Mo' cash and mo' bitches
What a nigga need?
No foes and no snitches
How a nigga live?
High speed on the grind
And how a nigga die?
Getting shot by my nine
[Verse 1: Young Noble]
Hey yo
Who wanna fuck?
Who in the truck?
Who in a rush?
Who in the cuffs?
Nigga, who fucking with us?
Who on the block?
Who was a fiend?
Who was a cop?
Who was on my team?
Nigga, and who was not?
Who was a snitch?
Who was a bitch?
Who in the bricks?
Who the fuck ain't feeling this?
Say what?
Who on my hills?
Who the fuck dumping the pills?
Who the fuck ain't never been down the hill?
Who was the boss?
Who the fuck kicked it off?
Can you tell me?
Who the wrong nigga to cross?
Who was the rat?
Who had the gat?
Who had your back?
Who had the last laugh when the bastard cracked?
Who was the joke?
Who was the hope?
I wonder who croak?
Who the fuck did the shooting?
Who the fuck I smoke?
Who was the raw?
Who was the law?
Who was the dog?
Who the fuck going out win, lose, or draw?
Outlaw
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 2: Akwylah]
Who wanna dump?
Who wanna play with the pump?
Who wanna piece of this real life?
Say what you want
Who wanna go shot for shot?
Not for not
Top for top
Slanging rock for rock
Who want it nigga?
Who want to face the truth?
Who wanna see what this big ass thing can do?
Bang to few
Who be the man of the hour?
Spit hot shit
Known to fuck bad power
What?
Who be all in your guts?
Fucking you up like pure 'caine
Right for his cut
Who's the one?
Too quick to use a gun
Losing none
This thug shit abuse your son
Who was the cat?
Who stay dressed in black?
Who wanna gamble with a gambler?
Tick for tack
Yeah
Who act like shit is weak?
Who wanna bang with the boss?
Then hold your heat
[Chorus: x2]
[Verse 3: Young Noble]
Hey yo
I was the birth
I was the turf
I was the curse
I was the mutha fucka ready to put in work
I was the bread
I was the dead
I was the lead
I was the nigga that made you eat everything you said
You was the snake
You was the hate
You was the fake
You was the nigga trying to take food off my plate
You was the hater
You was the traitor
You was the mutha fucka that stepped off and never came back later
[Verse 4: Akwylah]
You was my man
The intro
Get part of the plan
Splitting the grams
Breaking down pounds and grams
You was the light
I was the crack and pipe
I was the high
You was the lord my life
You was my faith
To whom I pray day to day
I was the way for you to face the pearly gates
I was the one who swore that a bitch was a bitch
A switch was a switch
And a hit was a hit
Nigga
[KASTRO]
Y'all don't understand
Y'all want to, but cha don't though
This ain't what I planned
This is who I am
(I am, this is who I am)
(I am, this is who I am)
I look up to greed
I ain't sayin' nothin' strange
My feelin's ain't changed
My feelin's ain't changed
No - no - no - no
I ain't rappin', no
I look up to him
We got mo' laps to go
Understand? Naw, y'all don't understand
Pac made a nigga watch like a peep hole
Banger, that's my bigga' brotha'
I put it on my mother
I swear we need each other
(I swear we need each other)
Im just a real nigga talkin'
Real talk til I lay up in the coffin
And I'll handle my hat
And I'll gamble my stratch
Til I get mine back
It's just me dawg
[Chorus]
They don't understand
Why the fuck we do what we do
They don't understand
Why the fuck we keep it so true
They don't understand
Why the fuck we just don't give a fuck
They don't understand
When they see a nigga comin' up
They don't understand
They don't understand
They don't understand
But I don't give a damn, no
They don't understand
They don't understand
They don't understand
But I don't give a damn, no
[E.D.I]
Picture my mission
I'm in it to get it
One nigga yellin' FUCK THE WORLD
Homey that's how I live it
Strapped up
Us against the world
That's how we did it
I'm like fuck 'em
If they don't understand they ain't with us
They ain't in this
We them Outlaw souljahs
They them other niggaz that be rollin wit the row
Ya snitch
Y'all can kill my pride
If ya want it
The shit is in my veins
My blood streams is hunted
How could you not understand a nigga like me
How could you not understand living like a 'G'
It's who you be
I don't know about you
But the shit I'm puttin' down on these beats
Motherfucker it's true
No need to sugar-coat it
Or pussy deep stone it
My shit is so real
That's why the streets want it
Squares don't understand
That's why they hate on it
I'm like FUCK 'EM
They ain't stoppin' my chips
Hell naw niggaaaa
[Chorus]
[YOUNG NOBLE]
They don't understand
Man it's deeper then the music
Overstand what I'm sayin' to ya
(nigga just listen to me)
And when I die
Y'all keep on mashin'
Makaveli in our blood
We laced with his ashes
Got the mind of the militant
The heart of a souljah
Got the spirit of a struggla'
I know why God lovin' us
And all the glory is his
(all the glory is his)
They said we couldn't
But I knew we could win
With my back against the wall
Hands tied behind my back
When you got God on ya team
Young Outlaw king, I mean
Gotta feel it, don't hate it
Gotta respect it, we made it
And young niggaz worldwide related
To some shit that I was sayin' from the bottom of my heart
They felt like we felt
Tryna get some light
We in the dark
(they don't understand - stand)
All the shit we been through
(but if you understand)
You went through something similar too
Ya feel me dawg
[Chorus: Shaffar]
So many stories in the city I live in
I soak up the game, that everyone plays
I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin
Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way
[Verse 1: Napoleon]
It's been hard on us, day by day
Watchin my step gotta play where I lay
Now why this mother fucker wanna test me out
It's this thang I'ma protect myself and blow his brains out
Cold on the streets never talk on the phone
And the main thing is never bring a snake in your home
But that's hard black, why?
Cuz half the time them niggaz be in your face
smilin and shit but you don't know that
And I don't know why that nigga jealous of me
When he could do the same shit that pay me
In the streets breed a lot of killaz
That's why corners full of hate and the young ones is cap peelers
But they don't feel us when we're drownin in our own blood
And they don't know when we go home it's no love
So what's the use of us carin and shit
And that's the reason we buy guns, load 'em up and spit 'em at shit
[Chorus: Shaffar]
So many stories in the city I live in
I soak up the game, that everyone plays
I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin
Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way
[Verse 2]
[Young Noble]
I know niggaz that was kings that turned into fiends
The nigga lost everything jewels and dreams
He losin teams, the murder rate higher than ever
Niggaz need more than weed gettin higher than ever
Nuts in the streets my roots ain't nothin but deep
Niggaz roam with the heat just for somethin to eat
Niggaz sell to under covers then snitch on they brothers
Everybody sayin fuck us, I know God love us
[Mil a.k.a Hellraza]
I was raised when I cried in the household
Turned me into a nut
But these niggaz didn't know
Just from bein home I seen enough before I learned the streets
I knew all about a gun 'cause my background was deep
A little dirty nigga holdin my pants when I run
It's a chance you gotta take everyday in the slums
This for the hoods where, certain people scared to come
I had a heart as a young nigga, now I don't fear none
[Chorus: Shaffar]
So many stories in the city I live in
I soak up the game, that everyone plays
I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin
Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way
[Verse 3: Kastro]
I keep my mind on my money, money on my mind
What more can I say it been that way a long time
And anybody, who think that rude
Can suck my dick until they spit my baby girl need food
I was young, when Pac put my hands on a gun
And told me life is what you make it
And stripes you gotta take them
It took a while for me to over stand
I was only 12 but I felt like a grown man
And livin on, and that which does not kill me can only make me strong
But ya'll niggaz don't hear me though
My souljah story, for glorious pain
While I'm game you niggaz playin, played out and lame
This shit hurt, my mind blind my dick in the dirt
And I'm so sick of bein tired, and tired of bein hurt
I search out the truth, and that shit worse
I swear it's a curse that the church can't nurse, come on
[Chorus: Shaffar]
So many stories in the city I live in
I soak up the game, that everyone plays
I'm not the one so when they get caught sleepin
[Young Noble]
Aint nothin but hoes in here
I guarantee when they leave they don' say Young Noble was here
All the little homies postin' near
Thug walkin' to the dance floor while I'm chokin' a beer
I got a little hot mama with a lot of dollaz
She can spend that shit on me
Instead of mines up
Bringin' it back to the days when it first started
Bringin' it back to the ways that were cold-hearted
Noble farted like my shit dont stink
I like her mouth real wet
Her pussy real pink
So holla at cha dog
Just make sure you swallow it all
And when you cuttin' up bottle it all
Yo I fuck with all souljahs
All around souljahs
All access souljahs
Straight back shot souljahs
What's poppin mama?
Uhu... and when you get here nigga
It's poppin'... holla
[Chorus: Edi]
We aint stoppin' til we get enough
What's poppin'?
Outlawz if you ready to ride
Let a muthafucka know if you down tonight
We aint stoppin' til we get enough
What's crackin'?
Ladies if you down tonight
Let a muthafucka know if you can crush in the ride
[Napoleon]
I woke up this mornin' feelin' kinda dead
Cause the bitch last night
Wouldn't give me no head
Imma playa round here
So I keep it cocked
And my game ???? move me up a notch
Im from ??? Jerzey
Told her come to Cali
Fucked in a alley
In a ???
Listen up ya
I spend money on pussy before
I'll do it again if the girl was broke
Imma street wise nigga
You flipped the prize nigga
Fo'Fo' five cause my bank account bigger
You could look in my eyes
You'll be scaring yo-self
Cause aint nothin' worse then a World Wide Mobb Figga
I blew this hoe from San Juan, Puerto Rico
Put her up in eco, you know
Let me say no more
Im down in Mexico
Gettin' hoes ???
[Chorus: Edi]
We aint stoppin' til we get enough
What's poppin'?
Outlawz if you ready to ride
Let a muthafucka know if you down tonight
We aint stoppin' til we get enough
What's crackin'?
Ladies if you down tonight
Let a muthafucka know if you can crush in the ride
[Edi]
Imma straight playa
Type to hata-hata
Type to kick back if the shack blow evader
Type to bump yo hoe then I'll let her keep ho'in
Type to see the law then I just keep going
Im a Outlaw baby, now you after that
Awo.. She fuck ?? to fuckin' with that
I dont sniff no coke
I dont pop no pills
I dont shoot shit in my veins
But I shoot shit to kill
Lately, I got cha gone off the Red Bull & Vodka
Now ya own ya knees
Im like ohh weeee
True me, it's the California way
You got 2 more homies?
I'm on my way
Life as a rap star shouldn't be so rough
They gon' find you buried in the backyard
Keep talkin' bout us
Outlawz if you ready to ride
Let a muthafucka know if you down tonight
C'mon
[Chorus: Edi + Young Noble]
We aint stoppin' til we get enough
What's poppin'?
Outlawz if you ready to ride
Let yo homeboy know if you down tonight
We aint stoppin' til we get enough
What's crackin' ladies? (uhu)
What's crackin' ladies?
Yea yea yea yea
We aint stoppin' til we get enough
What's crackin'?
Outlawz if you ready to ride
Let a muthafucka know if you down tonight
We aint stoppin' til we get enough
What's crackin' ladies?
[Verse 1]
White tee money gang
We staying with the fitted on
Pockets on Rose, crip tryna get it on
Lounging, dirty Sprite, even dirtier
Thoughts on how to come up on a Thursday night
If it ain't about bread I don't kick no knowledge
You wanna learn something?
Take your broke ass to college
I ain't a role model, crack don't stop
Get the money then we money grabbing back up top
But naw, I ain't flashing mine
See the flash on my rings
Waving a hammer like a glass of wine. What else?
It's MOE, I told the judge I ain't budge
It's was him or me
[Hook]
Only one way in, one way out
When you get in this game, you gotta plan your way out
Streets is a maze, if you make it out
Just tryna get paid, it's a muthaf-ckin drought
It's so easy to be all about my money living these days
Niggas tryna get something from me, but no...
I know, I know,
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
[Verse 2]
Sucka niggas is blonde bimbos
Edie Hathaway, I'm jumping out the window
Act got the beat jumpin' like Timbo
Land we flying, crash like simbo?
Look here, I'm bossed up in my Outlaw eyewear
Tell 'em niggas I'm out here yeah
Warrior shit and ain't a foot of glorious shit
Getting to the money, bound to get more of this shit
Cause we hustle all day and all night
And we ain't stopping til we get it right
C'mon! Cause we hustle all day and all night
And we ain't stopping til we get it right
I can show you, better than I could tell you
If you really from the hood every ghetto is familiar
Everybody struggling, everybody hustling
Tryna make ends' meet, got us laying 6 feet deep
On your knees, I'mma get it, listen
I ain't trickin on these bitches
Bet I'm stacking my digits, listen
Let's get it!
When you doing good everybody f-cking with you
When that drought hit, ain't nobody f-cking with you
I'm just tryna paint a picture, hopin' you could see
Real niggas can make it, it's up to you and me
Tryna find light through the darkness
Insane, no love in the land of the heartless
I'mma get mine
[Hook]
Only one way in, one way out
When you get in this game, you gotta plan your way out
Streets is a maze, if you make it out
Just tryna get paid, it's a muthaf-ckin drought
It's so easy to be all about my money living these days
Niggas tryna get something from me, but no...
I know, I know,
I know, I know
I know, I know
I know, I know
[Verse 3 - Chamillionaire]
The birds fly South, but I was headed North
Watching while my parents dealing with divorce
Also was watching Diddy chilling in The Source
Thinking that I'm about to get it, bout to kill a corpse
They say the court was the better way to get a Porsche
I said of course, but everybody isn't good at sports
Can't get endorsed when you always sitting in the courts
And anyway, the money love me like it's intercourse
So now I gotta get a voice
I gotta hop up out the hoopty and go get a Royce
Government make you feel like you don't get a choice
Pass the torch and when we coming for you...
I can see like the calm in the air tonight...
So many tears I cried, so many tears
So much pain inside, so much pain
But baby it ain't over, it ain't over till we say so
So many years we tried, so many years
Keep on our love, keep in it alive
But baby it ain't over, it ain't over till we say so
So many years I had grinding my new...
Ain't here no fat lady singing till... hit the streets
So many tears, from so many tears, it's crying
So many tears they're from too many beers, I'm trying
I think I can, I know I can, I'm like that little train
Explain the same stories to my old man
I tell my daughter only head up high
And when talking to anybody, looking them in the eye
You got to roll on, life goes on, for every in a day
And know the change's gonna come, but never in a day
Longer as you getting your money,.. in a way
But you can smile instead of crying finding better days
Hey, see, it ain't over till it's over, you hear me
And the... just don't fit me, you gotta roll on, life goes on, for every in a day
And know the change's gonna come, but never in a day
So many tears I cried, so many tears
So much pain inside, so much pain
But baby it ain't over, it ain't over till we say so
So many years we tried, so many years
Keep on our love, keep in it alive
But baby it ain't over, it ain't over till we say so
Yeah, live it up or give it up, that's the outlaw model
Honor and loyalty that's the code that I follow
We're from the blocks, swanging them bottles, living out rap life
Banging them top models, and pushing in top throttle
My life is like a novel, better yet
Autobiography... fresh out the dog bible
Fourth corner gang... going for the title
The mission is survival, gotta outsmart...
Lest, to be the last motherfucker breathing with stress
A lot of my real niggers ain't breathing
Still outlaw mortals we ain't never leaving
Pushing forward into orbit, it's the new season
Get used to it, the flow is real music
Never give up against rough niggers stick to it
It's like I'm better under pressure back against the wall
This ship forever hommie, I'm a die an outlaw
So many tears I cried, so many tears
So much pain inside, so much pain
But baby it ain't over, it ain't over till we say so
So many years we tried, so many years
Keep on our love, keep in it alive
But baby it ain't over, it ain't over till we say so
Real niggers say
She... left me dog, took the kids and hit the road on me
This house is mad, I'm almost solo
Too many nights kicking backup in the street clubs
... and vip with the... girls
I can explain what this dirty gang did to me
Seeing me is for the 10 days to 23
I'm on a roll with the hottest... in the gang
Chicks don't even know my name...
You are home with the kids while I'm out in street
Wondering where I am at, ready to kill me
I know... better knew, better dumb, better dumb, damn
You ain't even leaving the... let it go
And I'm so set in my ways I seen it coming
Matter of fact, I put my foot on the gap and kept it running
It's like I had to have you, now I'm sitting with the...
Hope a Lenny Kravitz scene from it
So many tears I cried, so many tears
So much pain inside, so much pain
But baby it ain't over, it ain't over till we say so
So many years we tried, so many years
Keep on our love, keep in it alive
But baby it ain't over, it ain't over till we say so
Come on
So many tears I cried, so many tears
So much pain inside, so much pain
O.K.!
We're about to do this shit again!
Hit a couple nigger up, O.K. let's do it!
Damn is just music, like so more two shows,
Excellence, all in the presence,
My... now that I'm gone,
Short temper but my patience is long,
Ain't rushing to get money, we've been waiting this long.
About to see me every time in T.V...
My... is all mixed up...
You know how we've been liking it, man
Living life hard speed, hard...
... gasoline in the...
Living life...
[Chorus:]
King from the bottom, just a nigger from the bottom,
Got my eyes for the tops...
Man, do we got them!
Do we got them!
The money coming like they think we hit the lotto,
Is a whole lot to follow,
We don't think they could follow!
... still hungry, but we ate it all.
[Chorus:]
King from the bottom, just a nigger from the bottom,
Got my eyes for the tops...
Man, do we got them!
Do we got them!
The money coming like they think we hit the lotto,
Is a whole lot to follow,
We don't think they could follow!
... still hungry, but we ate it all.
... niggers don't bite the hand that feed you,
... disposable, the gang don't need you!
Ten rules to the game I share only two,
Yeah, niggers gonna hate you for whatever you do!
Rule one: get your cash...
Money... except God and your...
... nobody give a fuck thinking you're supposed to be...
... you were born alone, die alone on this soil,
You ride with real niggers that... an go to... for you.
[E.D.I]
Time after time niggaz thinkin' we gon' fold
We ain't yo average niggaz
I don' told you once before
All my real niggaz know
We been at it for years
Persevering and still here
Through static and tears
And yeah..
We some ridahs -- No
It ain't no stoppin' us
They couldn't stop us
So... they tried copying
But out of living color in the flesh
Guess who's back
Nigga act like you know what's good for ya
[YOUNG NOBLE]
These industry niggaz man they more like bitches
These fuckin' rappers man they more like snitches
Been in the cut and we been focusing, listening
And everybody got a story to tell
But why they twistin' them?
So keep ya head right (head right)
You want the raw on the Lawz
You gotta log-on the muthafuckin' website
(what's that?)
And that's OutlawRecordz.Net
Show some respect
Cause real niggaz go for the net
[Chorus]
Don't get it fucked up, fucked up
Nigga don't get it, get it
Fucked up, Fucked up
Nigga don't get it, get it
Fucked up, fucked up
Nigga don't get it, get it
Fucked up
Bitches don't get it, get it
Fucked Up
Snitches don't get it, get it
Fucked up
Don't get it fucked up, fucked up
Nigga don't get it, get it
Fucked up, Fucked up
Nigga don't get it, get it
Fucked up, fucked up
Nigga don't get it, get it
Fucked up
Bitches don't get it, get it
Fucked Up
Snitches don't get it, get it
Fucked up
[YOUNG NOBLE]
Who wanna ride?
Who wanna drive?
Who wanna die?
Who wanna roll up
Load up and dump at the same time
We all different but the same kind
All my niggaz on a mission that's the same as mine
Blame the times
We all spent days in line
Now we all at the front of the bus
Blames the rhymes, I
Aim the Nine, I
Came to shine, I
Thank the Lord and my heavenly father
[E.D.I]
We got to get it right back
To where we started from
This for my niggaz strugglin'
Comin' out of the slum
If you ain't ridin' on twinkies
You could still ride with me
If you ain't blingin' like I'm blingin'
You could still ride with me
Cause it ain't what you got
It's what ya know
Outlaw muthafucka, untouchable
Give 'em the truth
Or get out the booth
That's my new shit
Cause rapper's now-a-days
Y'all been makin' us all look stupid
[Chorus]
[KASTRO]
Shit, I been doin' what I wanted for some time now
Shit, I wanted as a kid
All mine now (it's all mine now)
I ain't lucked up (noooo)
Don't get it fucked up (noooo)
Look what years of stugglin' did
Wanted for something
The kid real, like one in a Mil'
Cash of kings
Without a deal or a chain that bling
I'm a Outlaw (outlaw)
But I don't rob
And when times got hard
I ain't get no job
Shit I got it how I live
Spit it like it is
And did it all for the kid (yes sir)
I'm a ridah homeboy
I ride on chrome boy
And I refuse to die right besides my chrome boy
[Napoleon talking]
All you fag niggaz gotta move on
(get the fuck out the way)
I kick up dust for real, nigga
fuck this rap shit nigga
you wanna see me, see me nigga
Nigga I'm the nigga to see
Punk ass mutha-fucka
Don't get your pockets pulled nigga
(check it out uh-uh)
Hold the fuck up nigga why you lookin so tough
You don't know that I'm an outlaw and I'll fuck you up
Punk nigga, the street change everyday,
But I'ma change a long will cuz the streets where I lay
Nowadays it ain't about runnin your mouth
It's bout (gun cocked) and (gunshots); assed out
Turnin me out nigga, I turn the streets out
With this underground thug shit that killers come out
Where the gunz be at, where the money be at
I stand full, nothin but the uncut shit I'm hardcore
And ain't nothing changed since back in the day
Just new money frays and new hand grenades
When the war pops off I'ma knock the street lights off
Y'all some paper back soldierz nigga you too soft
And killin in my raps I'm too real for that
But if I say I'ma do it, if you say you have too, prove it to me
[chorus]
It ain't nothin but a freshin to me
And if ya fuckin with me,
Then you can die if you wanna nigga
And all my life I had issues with me
you try trippin with me
Then you can die if you wanna nigga
The street made a slight killah for me
And if you soft too me
Then you can die if you wanna nigga
You act tough
And you can die if you wanna nigga
You in a rush
And you can die if you wanna nigga
I'm a street nigga, check my background
I did a couple of driveby's with the fo-pound
And I was never ever scared to bust a couple of rounds
It's all in me, my whole family was raised wrong
Nigga, my whole team strong, buck buck, double glock dead wrong
And imitatin Pac nigga, you know you wrong
And runnin your mouth will get a gun in your house
There is money down south so I gotta take some
There is money on the west coast I gotta chase some
There is money on the east coast I gotta take some
So I bought me a gun, I'm bout to rob everyone
It's like a 2000 jack the rapper, fall down
Empty down your pockets nigga and pass it around
And what was you thinkin when Pac was around
He wasn't trainin Outlawz to burn shit down
I strategize for the dough dough, cock block with the fo-fo
send four more at the po-po, his whole ass like Zorro
it's real nigga so I'ma bleed for mine
with money on my mind I'ma get it, it's mines nigga
[chorus]
It ain't nothin but a freshin to me
And if ya fuckin with me,
Then you can die if you wanna nigga
And all my life I had issues with me
you try trippin with me
Then you can die if you wanna nigga
The street made a slight killah for me
And if you soft too me
Then you can die if you wanna nigga
You act tough
And you can die if you wanna nigga
You in a rush
[chorus: Edi]
Mic check... uhu
Bitch ya heard me
Let's get down right dirty
Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy
Work them hips until I loose my cool
Then Imma introduce ya ass to my crew
[Young Noble]
You can shake that ass if you want to girl
I can break that ass if I want to girl
You can ride the dick if you need to girl
Pay you 68 bitch when I need to girl
I only spend cash when I need too ma'
You need to give the money some
Plus me too ma'
You hit the blunt once
Time to pass it bitch
I hit ya cunt once
Now she love my dick
These honey's got a problem
Coming out they clothes
I was spittin' at the hoes
Now they gettin' at Nobe
They swallow all the nut
Straight loving the taste
Mouth better then the pussy
So Im fuckin' her face
She aint bring a toothbrush
So it's cum on her teeth
She know the routine
Yo I nut and I leave (I'm gone)
In between these songs gettin' head in the booth
Tell the truth
You muthafuckas better then who?
[chorus 1: Edi]
Baby ya heard me
Let's get down right dirty
Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy
(bounce bounce bounce)
Work them hips until I loose my cool
Then Imma introduce that ass to my crew
[chorus 2: Young Noble]
Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long
As naked with my Tims on
Come along
Do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long
As naked with my Tims on
Bring it on
[Young Noble]
She ain't know I had plans
So I'm beatin' it up
Anything you got for me girl
I'm eatin' it up
Talkin' bout how she gon' work that shit
I need ya legs behind ya head to insert this dick
My nigga Reef next so what's fuckin with that
She like to lay on her stomach so I bust on her back
As naked with my Tims on layin the wood
I got hoes in the hills plus some in the hood
Some bitches talk slick but cant take the dick
Noble bone so ya know you cant break the dick
We was all alone so you know she aint the dick
She like pussy but she know aint no mistaken dick
I talk to 'em smooth then Im fuckin 'em rough
Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby
Thuggin' it up
I talk to 'em smooth then Im fuckin 'em rough
Let's do the Boxspring Boogie
Is you with it or what?
[chorus 1: Edi]
Baby ya heard me
Let's get down right dirty
Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy
(bang bang bang)
Work them hips until I loose my cool
Then Imma introduce that ass to my crew
[chorus 2: Young Noble]
Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long
As naked with my Tims on
Come along
Do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long
As naked with my Tims on
Bring it on
[verse 3: Young Noble]
My nigga Quimmy Quim said he like to piss on hoe's
My nigga Milion said he make 'em touch they toes
Bitches get slick on some K-Y shit
Then I turn to Aaron Hall on some Bye-Bye shit (Bye Bye)
Ya wonder why a muthafucka call ya bitch
Ya wonder why a muthafucka called cha friend
I aint got time for you playin' them games
Let me work it past ya time so you could play with ya brain
Nobe aint shit they be tellin they friends
These hoe's aint shit and I'll tell 'em again
On some real life trick shit
Hookers and dimes
You be diggin' in ya pockets
While she look in ya eye
My big homie told me dont trust that bitch
I told 'em: "hell nah I dont love that bitch"
I got a wife and a kid so Im cuttin' you off
You could brag to ya friends you was fuckin a Law
[chorus 1: Edi]
Baby ya heard me
Let's get down right dirty
Bounce that ass and let me see if you worthy
(bounce bounce bounce)
Work them hips until I loose my cool
Then Imma introduce that ass to my crew
[chorus 2: Young Noble]
Let's do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long
As naked with my Tims on
Bring it on
Do the Boxspring Boogie baby all night long
As naked with my Tims on
Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower
Black rose
Speaking words I've been longing to hear, for you
Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower
Black rose
Speaking words I've been longing to hear, for you
Black rose
She could have been anything she wanted to be
Black rose, black rose, got addicted to these streets
Dedicated to the girls that grew up too early
13 going on 30, no direction, promiscuous, no protection
Babies raising babies, generation x
Blame it on the fathers who weren't there for their daughters
... she was a queen cause nobody never told her
Look just like her daddy, hate up her mother
She reminded of the pain that he caused before he left her
This very pain handed down to the next one
Now she got a granddaughter soaking up the lessons
Single black mothers is the real soldiers
That's why I ain't giving up on my black roses
Breaking the chains I'm trying to be the best father
Little Cecilia, she know her daddy loves her dearly, my black rose
Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower
Black rose
Speaking words I've been longing to hear, for you
Black rose
Started out telling me baby don't take no wood nickels
And always keep your chin up, no matter what up
Just me and her, plus big bro,
My earliest memories was Brooklyn 12 flow
Slum of the slums, I was young I cherished this
So when she moved to Sacramento... I hated it
Not even knowing it was cause of me
Shit... 13, I was in the streets
And she has seen that movie already
... that nigger that made me already
So with nothing but a job and the babies
She left the only home she know lately to save me
Ain't no telling where I'd be now
Probably a felon or an addict,... look at you see now
You made me what I am today,
I finally got a chance to say, you're my black rose
Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower
Black rose
Speaking words I've been longing to hear, for you
Black rose
Hey look, I don't need but I gotta have
And it's up to me, not Obama's ass
My... is 13, it seems like yesterday me and her mama started flirting
Look at how fast time passes may 8 '98 that's my favorite day
... I ain't around, I miss her
When I see is... I don't... that's just how we rock
... just like me, but only less friendly, that's my baby
Sick of baby, get them baby, you the shit, daddy little baby
I ain't gotta say much she already know
She got... already I just let her go
... even though she knows I'm gonna tell her right now
You're my black rose
Put my hand out and you hold me like a flower
Black rose
Speaking words I've been longing to hear, for you
[Young Noble]
Thug children, it's just a little somethin for y'all
We won't front for y'all, I'ma be blunt with y'all
What you wanna be when you grow up?
I wanna be a Outlaw just so I can blow up
Damn skippy, one love to young thugs that ran with me as a young'n
Playin kick ball, hide and go seek or somethin
Right on the corner of New, yeah, I remember
So much fun as a kid, I ain't wanna go in to eat dinner
We need winners, little homie, stay in school
That machine in between your two ears is a tool
A precious jewel, like my two nieces
Shawniece and Kayla smile, make it all around Christmas
[Name] gettin bigger, [Name] gettin smarter
Think I'm gettin older, watch em like vultures
[Name] got my nephew on the way soon
Want to raise Khalil to be a man like you
Oh damn, and little Janet gettin big fast
But I'ma help [Name] point her down the right path
Times have changed, it all started with the kids
Ghetto children, let's live
[Kastro]
Please know this is true, nothing come before you
I couldn't afford jewels before I had you
Now I got one, and I named you Jewel
Daddy don't love much but I sho' love you
You my all, my heartbeat and my feet
And I don't sleep for weeks just so you can eat
And [Names]
And the precious Black Diamonds all alone on the streets
I live for y'all, y'all need me more more than I do
Don't let em lead you wrong, this is y'all song, y'all special
And y'all got my heart right where it need to be
I smile for you cause y'all the destiny
Outlawz love the kids
[EDI]
Listen, Malik and Milan
From deep within me, you shine
I know you deserve more of my time
But I'm out here on this grind
Tryin to make a life better for you
Cause money makes the world go round and that's gon' forever stay true
Still when I'm with you it seems like time movin slower
Cause God gave me a chance to give you game 'fore you grow up
Daddy's little soldier, I been born again twice
The strength that I need to go on with this life
Now as I sing this song for you, I'm here to let you know
The world belongs to you, go 'head and get that dough
And let no man stop ya, protect your sister and your mama
And when times get hard, remember, you got your father
My Black Diamond
Black Diamonds
This goes out to all the black children of the world
All the precious black children
From the Outlawz
We love you
I wanna send a special shout-out to [Name] kids, all 7 of em
Yeah
The Black Diamonds
[Chorus: Kastro]
You gon' croak
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin with them folks
You gon' choke
Dog trust me
It ain't no joke
You know a million people die everyday
Breathin' in second hand smoke
You gon' croak
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin with them folks
You gon' choke
Dog trust me
It ain't no joke
Did you know a million people die everyday
Breathin' second hand smoke
[Young Noble]
I'm like a ball of smoke
Blown from a crackpipe
Into the hands of the street
My.. father to be since the age of 5
Real cold you gotta be just to stay alive
We the second hand smoke of a fiend generation
Swear we will
But they know we won't make it
Smoking a ciggarete
Breathin' ya last breath
Tasting my own death
Rest on my home steps
And just vision all the karma and all the drama
Inherited the pain of a lost father
Heavy black raining
With no umbrella
Life's like a dice game
You can throw whatever
And it might not be in your favor
And now ya worst enemy becomes ya neighbor
And that's life
Everything happens twice
Breathin' second hand smoke from my ancestors' pipes
(God help us)
[Chorus: Kastro]
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin with them folks
You gon' choke
Dog trust me
It ain't no joke
You know a million people die everyday
Breathin' in second hand smoke
You gon' croak
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin with them folks
You gon' choke
Dog trust me
It ain't no joke
Did you know a million people die everyday
Breathin' second hand smoke
[Napoleon]
The streets dog gave birth
Another nutty baby
Plus the son of a ghetto widow might make him crazy
On his own since he 16
Turning the block out
Sleep in the crack house
Making his cash routes
Fiendin' on the side
This nigga scheming on the side
This nigga....
Cream is always on his mind
Ain't been the same since he bought that .9
Promised him a life of crime
But he ain't been the same since he bought that .9
He was once a child of god
But he ain't been the same since he bought that .9
Listen to me closely
I'ma tell you how it roast me
He's a victim of second hand smoke and choking
It's only cause he lonely cause his father ain't home
Became a victim of the gunsmoke..... he gone (damn)
Second hand smoke
[Chorus: Kastro]
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin with them folks
You gon' choke
Dog trust me
It ain't no joke
You know a million people die everyday
Breathin' in second hand smoke
You gon' croak
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin with them folks
You gon' choke
Dog trust me
It ain't no joke
Did you know a million people die everyday
Breathin' second hand smoke
[Kastro]
I'm all the way real
And you could see it in my grill
And I can't chill
Too much my blood don' spilled
I give you the deal
Just to see if you can feel
I grind for mines
I don't cheat and I don't steal
I'm about a half a mil from a half a mil
And I'd still be this real without a rapper deal
And thus.... I fight a truck for a pot of luck
And bite dust so my kids don't hurt this much
We come a long way
Still we got lots to learn
We.... toss and turn like a roster burn
So I'm concerned
Youngster, I'm still amongst ya
We grew up in the sewer
Raised up in the dumpsters
It's like we all suffer for somebody other
Born from my daddy to my baby mother
All my folks
All born with high hopes
Crying.... dying from second hand smoke
[Chorus: Kastro]
You gon' croak
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin with them folks
You gon' choke
Dog trust me
It ain't no joke
Did ou know a million people die everyday
Breathin' second hand smoke
You gon' croak
Suckin' up that smoke
Fuckin with them folks
You gon' choke
Dog trust me
It ain't no joke
Did you know a million people die everyday
(feat. Napoleon)
[Napoleon talking]
All you fag niggaz gotta move on
(get the fuck out the way)
I kick up dust for real, nigga
fuck this rap shit nigga
you wanna see me, see me nigga
Nigga I'm the nigga to see
Punk ass mutha-fucka
Don't get your pockets pulled nigga
(check it out uh-uh)
Hold the fuck up nigga why you lookin so tough
You don't know that I'm an outlaw and I'll fuck you up
Punk nigga, the street change everyday,
But I'ma change a long will cuz the streets where I lay
Nowadays it ain't about runnin your mouth
It's bout (gun cocked) and (gunshots); assed out
Turnin me out nigga, I turn the streets out
With this underground thug shit that killers come out
Where the gunz be at, where the money be at
I stand full, nothin but the uncut shit I'm hardcore
And ain't nothing changed since back in the day
Just new money frays and new hand grenades
When the war pops off I'ma knock the street lights off
Y'all some paper back soldierz nigga you too soft
And killin in my raps I'm too real for that
But if I say I'ma do it, if you say you have too, prove it to me
[chorus]
It ain't nothin but a freshin to me
And if ya fuckin with me,
Then you can die if you wanna nigga
And all my life I had issues with me
you try trippin with me
Then you can die if you wanna nigga
The street made a slight killah for me
And if you soft too me
Then you can die if you wanna nigga
You act tough
And you can die if you wanna nigga
You in a rush
And you can die if you wanna nigga
I'm a street nigga, check my background
I did a couple of driveby's with the fo-pound
And I was never ever scared to bust a couple of rounds
It's all in me, my whole family was raised wrong
Nigga, my whole team strong, buck buck, double glock dead wrong
And imitatin Pac nigga, you know you wrong
And runnin your mouth will get a gun in your house
There is money down south so I gotta take some
There is money on the west coast I gotta chase some
There is money on the east coast I gotta take some
So I bought me a gun, I'm bout to rob everyone
It's like a 2000 jack the rapper, fall down
Empty down your pockets nigga and pass it around
And what was you thinkin when Pac was around
He wasn't trainin Outlawz to burn shit down
I strategize for the dough dough, cock block with the fo-fo
send four more at the po-po, his whole ass like Zorro
it's real nigga so I'ma bleed for mine
with money on my mind I'ma get it, it's mines nigga
[chorus]
It ain't nothin but a freshin to me
And if ya fuckin with me,
Then you can die if you wanna nigga
And all my life I had issues with me
you try trippin with me
Then you can die if you wanna nigga
The street made a slight killah for me
And if you soft too me
Then you can die if you wanna nigga
You act tough
And you can die if you wanna nigga
You in a rush
(Young Noble)
Sexy should be a felony she lookin so damn good
so classy, yet she's so damn hood
And when the bottles get to poppin
and that smoke get to smokin
bust this thang wide open
(Hussein Fatal)
I'm losing my cool, the way she movin in that skirt
The heavy trill killing me look it's goin up her shirt
(E.D.I)
And she don't need no push up bra, shorty already a
star
no ass shots bomb ready for passion
(Hussein Fatal)
And i'm guilty of stalking,
somebody take me to the judge, addicted to sexiness
so i'm a victim to her love
(Young Noble)
Twisting the smoke up i'm watchin while she dippin it
lower
This is a outlaw party have a toast with my soldiers
(E.D.I)
We...
Thug Niggaz till we die
Take your bottles of henny
Snappin pictures with my semy on my waistline
(Hussein Fatal)
She makin me crazy, she got me bustin out my pants
This party ain't private, but i just wanna see her
dance
(Chorus)
Make your way to the floor (to the floor)
Take your heels off nigga move slow (C'mon)
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
(C'mon)
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
(E.D.I)
I put my whips on match like my chicks to my hats I am,
Way too fresh, nuthin less hundred stacks on me
H tried to push up I pushed back on 'em
Thought i was slippin Switched up and click clacked on
(Young Noble)
Put it in the air...
Order up another round soda like a movie
The way the shit is going down
Pools for the pictures, this is real business
And my grind is relentless, tryina touch if you sick
(Hussein Fatal)
And bottle start poppin like sixteen
Only a G know how to grab a dirty thing and get clean
Them hot king kong ain't got shit on me
I'm on a chick with a onion that ain't shit on be
(E.D.I)
And we lost in the moment
The memory is the rose
shorty got her hands all over man
(Young noble)
Yeah..
And she can't keep a huff man
baby girl is bossy
gettin money is costly
shorty ready to party...c'mon
(Chorus)
Make your way to the floor (to the floor)
Take your heels off nigga move slow (C'mon)
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
(C'mon)
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
(Tech N9ne)
Enough is fightin limit in me
Enemies sight me and then it's friendly
Wanna be like the women dingy
Finna be fight but then ain't envy
Nuthin but a thang my stuff is rougher
Mack is the half of hustlers stab then i have to cut
your stuff up
Then pass to my asthma buffer
True story bitches looking for you for real
Let lose part of your digged to much new hard as a
fiend
Tryina give something more to thing, starting your
dream
It's Tech nino with his all new regime
Thuggin like a south ball
Drinkin like an outlaw
Party like it's new years
Hit it then i'm out y'all
We hit the town and put it down without stop
Step in the club and make their motherfuckin mouths
fall
Tech N9ne....
(Chorus)
Make your way to the floor (to the floor)
Take your heels off nigga move slow (C'mon)
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
(C'mon)
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
Heyyyy... We gon party like it's new year
It's goin down in this bitch... yeah... yeah
What
Young Noble nigga
Get it right
Verse 1: Young Noble
For the world
My girl
My kid
My dog
And I know you mad at Pac for creating the Outlawz
For the block
Cops and the pigeons who watch
For the dope
The blow
The crime
The dro
For the rhymes
The dimes
The crimes
And the time
For the message
The lesson
The stressing and the blessing
For the hurt
The work
The smurfs in the dirt
For the schools
The tools
The rules
The fools
For the dead
The fed
The party's over here
For the wild
The style
It started in the Claire
For the street
The beat
The niggas with the heat
For the Lawz
The dogs
We do this shit for y'all
For the jails
The cells
The waiting on your mail
For the pain
The rain
The mutha fuckin game
For the heart
The narcs
The niggas in the park
And you have to have your heat
Because it's crazy after dark nigga
Chorus: 2x
Young Noble:
For the dough
The creme
The hoes
The fiends
And I'm riding till my life is through
And mashing for my dreams
Click clack up
I'm mashing for my team
Bitch back up
Ya Yo:
We outta mask up
And hit they ass up
Verse 2: Ya Yo
For the life
The stripes
The knife and the price
For the Ya the Yo
The days with the blow
For the drops
The coupes
The shots off the roof
For the niggas
The bitches
The trigger finger itching
For the hoods
The 'burbs
The homies with the herb
For the safe combination
And keys to your place
For the cars
The jewels
The furs
The?
For the bitches who be copying Ya
Watching all my moves
For the rise and fall
Of mine and yours
Yeah you're from the cradle
I was born an Outlaw
Verse 3: Edi
Getting paid
Getting laid
All day
Everyday
Niggas hate
Don't matter
We gonna come up anyway
Edi Ahmeen
Outlaw
Bring your team down raw
Peep this scheme
Now all calling them fake nigga holocaust
And of course we enforce everything that we spitting here
Yo you smell something funky hear
That's because we just shitted here
In this year
Niggas get it clear
See there shares disappear
We coming from the rear
Got you running in fear
Verse 4: H-Rider
When the job needs to be done
I'm there for the cause
Riding and dying for the cause
They'll never come
Dick riders
And the dick provide you with guns
That spit hand first
Come quick
Bang in silence
Since I hit for the kid
I'm a? rider
Somehow I got bullets that'll find you
And if you don't like me
And cross me
There's gonna be problems
I harm 'em in the arm and leg
Right here is where you lay
Young Noble:
Outlaw
Chorus: 2x
Verse 5: Napoleon
It's the life
Full of cash
Full of gats
Full of hoes
Got bullet hoes for foes
Trying to stay up on my toes
In the middle of the ghetto
Ain't got nowhere to turn
Just plenty of money to earn
And plenty of money to burn
When feds hit the block
Go ahead with your shots
Lead for the cops
Head full of dots
Cremated on the spot
It's a cycle for the long pay
Might just go the wrong way
Grinding in a strong way
Get along
No way
Drama at the law
Riding for the cause
Coming at your door
Your nigga dead and he don't know what he died for
What about that nigga that struggling
Ain't sleeping right
What about them kids on the street
Ain't eating right
Outlaw
Treat 'em like we do it so OG like
Living life
Taking flights
Niggas might just die tonight
Murder cases in a bloody way
Something gotta get a day
2Pac & Outlawz F/ H.E.A.T.
Miscellaneous
Baby Don't Cry (Keep Ya Head Up II)
[2Pac]
I feel you {uhh} . (baby don't)
but you can't, you can't give up
{Hey. 2Pac what?}
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {Outlawz}
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up}
[2Pac]
Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams
So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen
Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while
I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek
Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me,
"What would you do if it was you?"
Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through
I tried to trade places in the tragedy
I couldn't picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me
For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me
Four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me
Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief
Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go
No! You got to find a way to survive
cause they win when your soul dies
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry
[Edi Amin]
Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change
I ain't no hater but that nigga lost in the game
After the bright lights and big thangs
he probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle
Everyday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo')
and never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho'
Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn)
Another wild-ass nigga that's gon' drive you crazy
You got too much, mo', livin to do - I'm spittin this to you,
cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that's right)
Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated
A new millennium dime piece, so fine she
got em all stuck standin still when she come through
Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you
And show us the sky's blue somebody other than me
gon' give you everything you need, feel me?
{Don't cry-ahhhhh.}
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up {no no. ohhhh}
Baby don't cry
[Young Noble]
I'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump
Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man
Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful
Lost and turned out, what you let that nigga do to you? (Damn)
I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me
Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me
We was kids, now she got three kids
They see their father e'ryday, and they don't know who he is
Seen him last night, homey roll a E-class
Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad
I bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through
But those, ain't my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah)
I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife
Seventeen with three kids, locked down for life
Shoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressure
Hell nah I won't let her {BABY DON'T CRY}
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don't cry}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {no.}
Even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh}
Baby don't cry, I gotta keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby}
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up}
{keep your head up, never give up}
Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry
[Young Noble]
Uhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up {you'll be alright}
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry
[2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up
Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry
[Edi Amin]
For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin}
Baby don't cry
Got to keep your head up {keep your head up}
[EDI - Talking]
Uh, time done came, maintain
This for all them niggaz in the game, you know? hustlin, street life
Gettin that money, niggaz gotta maintain, you know? Holla! (yeah)
[Napolean - Verse 1]
The streets is a mother fucker, and I done said it before
Drive-bys, crack heads knockin at your front door
All them race for the money at the end of the road
Fully-loaded by my waist, I'm bout to explode
I'm on a mission for the money, ain't shit funny
Put a hole in your tummy, leave you smellin like a mummy
You crossed the game that the streets don't like
And fuckin with the Outlawz will get you killed tonight
I guzzle my pipe and think about the shit I ain't never had (uh-huh)
Just write my frustrations on my notepad
And life ain't nothin but a toe-tag
When I was three years old, I done known that
[Supreme C - Verse 2]
And yo the game got a nigga fucked up
I don't know who to trust, but I know just who to bust (bow)
Change your main form to ashes to dust
Minds stay corrupt, I'm a killa in the cut
I crush any competitor, writin back his editor
Leave your body leakin, it's Supreme C speakin
Pledge you then a edge you on, yo you just a pawn
You're runnin with the big boys, one move you're gone
I'm explosive when my rap over-doses
Label me ferocious on 'Wanted' signs posted
See me on the screen like blood on murder scenes
Midnight screams, sharp-shooter team
The williest, silliest, but yet I'm dead serious
Hate me with a passion up in the club mashin
Foul minds, I'm in your ears like a loud nine
Holdin off screamin, yeah niggaz it's about time
It's on again, got a brother feelin born again
I swore to win then, naturally my order's in
Recorded and stated, let the record show I made it
This dated when we blewin, and how you mother fuckers traded
Outlawz!
[Chorus - Napolean & EDI]
Gettin that money it ain't no tellin man (ain't no tellin)
You hustlin and strugglin and niggaz say you changed (huh)
One time, knockin they hotter with change (with change)
They eyes was watchin, but still we maintain (maintain)
Your baby momma gone say she want some change (ain't that a bitch)
Niggaz used to know, since you rollin game (oh)
Fuckin with that money now your brain tame
You fuckin the game and yo we maintain!
[Young Noble - Verse 3]
And you ain't never had a nigga that'll die for you
And you ain't never had a nigga that'll cry for you
And you ain't never had a nigga that'll pay your rent
And you ain't never know niggaz that was truly legit
And you ain't never had soldiers that'll hold you down
And you ain't never know killers that loan you pounds
And you ain't never had bitches that'll fuck the clan
Better yet, have bitches that'll fuck your man
And you ain't never had soldiers to floss the week
You couldn't hustle down the way nor walk the beat
And you ain't never had a clique that was thorough and tough
And you ain't never know Yak and Pac so give it up!
[Kastro - Verse 4]
I love bitches and all types of fast cars (hahaha... me too)
Loud guns, money-runs, and those strip bars
We watch the sun turn to stars, back to sun again
I put a box under rocks to dump a body in
And I swin in sin, couldn't pretend it's all well
My world is a jail cell, I can't seem to find bail
We gas up, trouble, bubble in my belly (uh)
Every body knew it but ain't nobody try to tell me
We maintain!
Chorus
[Mil - Verse 5]
I'm a hell-raisin nigga and I'll burn the place up (Mil)
The streets made me, look at me now and I'm straighten up
When I rolled on your block, all I see is your pump
When you roll through my hood, niggaz'll fuck you up
You're weak, won't live long, niggaz rely on luck
Speak it cheap-goin nigga, I got the heart of a thug
Leave your pillow like a puddle of a blood
And I'm gonna show you how it is to stomp and never been love at all
[EDI - Verse 6]
Every day I'm stuck in this game so I got to play it
Yeah I made up my bed so I got to lay in it
There's only one way out, limo, window tinted
My momma prayin daily for my spirit
Fuck that! I'm here to stay nigga deal with it
And I'm one of the real niggaz that's actually real with it
Meals, I'm gonna get it, but it's about what happens when I get it
Will these niggaz come clackin for my trinkets? Think it's a joke?
Part it out while I kick it and smoke
We live on the ropes, triple-beam hopes
Simple schemes broke, two minutes to go alone
Fall or come up, fuck it, stack ones up
I keep my guns up, for these killers
My eyes on these bitches
And when it's me and the law, shit I'm the first to draw
Maintain, till the end of the game
Maintain, till the end of the game, you hear me man?
Chorus x 2
[Kastro - talking over second chorus]
Fuck that! Fuck that!
Fuck you too baby! Fuck all y'all niggaz
I'm on some maintain shit
All my money gettin niggaz maintain
Most of the time, niggaz get money and only last for like a year
I'm tryin to have money for twenty years, thirty years, forty years
It's called a general,
It's easy to get money in your pocket nigga, but can you keep it?
Sometimes I feel like I'm getting kinda low
Thoughts that I'm thinkin' are the reason
So I try to remember without talkin' to myself
Things that I said or maybe things that I felt about you
Sittin' in a corner of a crowded bar room
People all around me and I still feel alone
Just when I know I'm gonna break down and cry
Someone played a tune that dried the tear from my eye
There goes another love song
Someone singin' about me again
There goes another love song
Now I need more than a friend
Lonesome and lonely, far from my home
Tryin' to get back to where I know I belong
Wishin' and hopin' I was already there
I just heard a voice whispered in my ear, singin'
There goes another love song
Someone singin' about me again
There goes another love song
Now I need more than a friend
Doodoodoo...
There goes another love song
Someone singin' about me again
There goes another love song
Now I need it more than a friend
There goes another love song
Someone singin' about me again
There goes another love song
Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my niggaz
Them Outlaw worldwide my figures
From triumph to tragedy
To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me
For pushin' that big truck on 24's
A square feat in ATL game [unverified]
Man dat's what my nigga got shot for
Bein' too mothafuckin' wrong for dis footballs
See the darkness, see the light, he wanna feel it
Misery loves pumpin' me and that's the real shit
But in 2005 I'm on some ill shit
Four niggaz sneak upon me and I'm fearless
I'm takin' a stand, a born killer
Like them niggaz in Pakistan
It's simple, gotta git 'em fore' I die
Like the old west see how we low tex da ride
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me
Now your baby dun became a G
When I'm out in them streets
The only one that got me is me
I keep my hand upon my heat
'Cause you know mama you didn't raise no bitch
So if a nigga wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
'Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
Real talk
Everyday is a new challenge
I'm a savage in my new balance
A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent
Blame the machine but fuck it I'm a hustla bitch
So we start our own label sellin' bricks legit
Power to the people, a lot of power in my pencil
We da hope for the hopeless, the voice for the voiceless
Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game
Years later last members fuckin' feelin' the same
Straight from the heart, makin' 'em walk
Live for the day don't wait for tomorrow
Hatas gettin' they wrong, I seen tha streets rap
Rounda tough with some niggaz
I seen [unverified] put religion in the roughs of some niggaz
They say gangstaz don't live that long, too many turn-coals
That's fucked up, puttin' cuffs on your folks
Coincidental the Outlawz instrumental
And raisin' a thug nation, we influential
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me
Now your baby dun became a G
When I'm out in them streets
The only one that got me is me
I keep my hand upon my heat
'Cause you know mama you didn't raise no bitch
So if a nigga wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
'Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
Real talk
Yeah, my mother ain't made no sucker
Raised in the gutta, I'm a made mothafucka
All I know is get paid mothafucka
All day mothafucka, one way over anotha
And ain't no body no where that can stop me
Call me Cachy, you tennis, I'm hockey
Mix a little bit of pocky-ocky
With black rocky in my pocks you got me
Real tall, I never took a shall unless it was support
I'm stressin' ain't my thought
And I walk these dogs, I'm a soldier
Dontcha wanna be like me when you grow up?
A man of honor comma, good karma
Niggaz wants drama, I got the problem solva
Big ass Cig, that's that shit
Plus the bully that a fully automatic
I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me
Now your baby dun became a G
When I'm out in them streets
The only one that got me is me
I keep my hand upon my heat
'Cause you know mama you didn't raise no bitch
So if a nigga wanna get at me
I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
'Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
The fog rolls in the morning
And I can hardly find my way
Along to where the heart is
Words can't begin to say
Enough about the gentle way
You always take me in
That long and narrow one-way road's
Got to take me home again
Go down, go down
Knoxville girl
With that dark and rovin' eye
Go down, go down
Knoxville girl
'Cause I know
You'll never be my bride
I met a little girl in Knoxville County
I'd known her well
Feelin' good like I should
And to her love I felt
Time was long she lay there by my side
Held me close within her arms
And kept me statisfied
Go down, go down
Knoxville girl
With that dark and rovin' eye
Go down, go down
Knoxville girl
'Cause I know
You'll never be my bride
Go down, go down
Knoxville girl
With that dark and rovin' eye
Go down, go down
Knoxville girl
'Cause I know
You'll never be my bride
So on it goes and no one knows
Why heartache never ends
Above all that you will get
Exactly what it lends
Time has come to steal my love from me
In this pain I will remain
And sing this misery
Go down, go down
Knoxville girl
With that dark and rovin' eye
Go down, go down
Knoxville girl
'Cause I know
It's winter in my consciousness
Dew has turned to frost
Some will win, some will lose
Some have won and lost
You can feel the time between us now
Pullin' us apart
If I could get in touch somehow
We can make another start
And in Ohio, there's one place I would go
Back to the arms of a girl I used to know
We'll be ridin' back in style
Gonna be there in awhile
Back in the heart of a girl in Ohio
Walking the sunshine of the day
Slowly turns to night
Whisperin' winds come what may
Birds in homeward flight
Just one way, that you can go
And the sunset is set free
Softly through the shadows to
The place I wanna be
And in Ohio, there's one place I would go
Back to the heart of a girl I used to know
We'll be ridin' back in style
Gonna be there in awhile
Back in the arms of a girl in Ohio
I know you know me better than
To say I lost my pride
When the things that you can see in me
Things that I can't hide
One day ride through the night
It's all it usually takes
See me clear of yesterday
Most of my mistakes
And in Ohio, there's one place I would go
Back to the heart of a girl I used to know
We'll be ridin' back in style
Gonna be there in awhile
Back in the heart of a girl in Ohio
In Ohio, there's one place I would go
Back to the heart of the girl I used to know
We'll be ridin' back in style
Gonna be there in awhile
Verse 1: Young noble
I don't want no open caskets
Don't be crying to me
I don't want nobody standing there lying to me
Talking about if you was there you would've died for me
Took 5 for me
Shoot blind for me
Save the pipe dreams dog
I'm gonna be aiight
And even if I die tomorrow
I'm gonna be aiight
The only time I see my family
When a relative die
When you gone
No pain
Is it better to die
Baby girl think I'm shy
But I'm crying inside
No tears in the jungle
I'm a lion inside
Nigga don't cry
Like I said on the song
God forbid I die early
Please accept that I'm gone
I lived mine
Accomplished a lot in my time
Soldier
I sold mils for Pac
Still I Rise
You sympathize
But I don't need it all
But while we hearing breathing
With the love that y'all
We Outlawz
Chorus 2x: Edi
Some day
One day we gotta go
When and where
Whom and why
Nobody knows
But when that day comes
I'm ready to roll
'Cause they won't roll when I go
Verse 2: Edi
Shit aint right
Yo it just aint adding up
My closest is gone
I'm mad as fuck
I'm more hurt than anything
Not knowing what to do
Completely wrapped up in confusion
No clues
Trusting other niggas thinkin shit is all gravy
Mind unfocused
'Cause I'm smoking daily
Rolling with big ass body guards
Niggas
No guns
Supposed to be protecting your ass
He having fun
Man fuck a vest
My nigga did with one on
Too much of a shock to my brain
I could not mourn
Do not shed a tear
Close my eyes
Said a prayer
Hoping the lord let him in when he got there
Still ride for Pac and Yak
Seike too
Still fucking the world
You know how Edi do
But I'm still crippled by the pain
Still feel like I'm to blame
Still wanna go insane everytime I here your name man
Chorus 2x
Verse 3: Kastro
They say blood's thicker than water
And I say love is thicker than blood
Who's wrong
And what's love
With no honor and trust
So I'd rather not bother
Nothing much to discus
These cards
Dealt by God
To my table
Ain't the best
And pretty much unstable
And I don't know
My friend from my foe
So I move fast
Think about shit slow
Rightfully so
I got my gun
And walk through the slums
Bubbling like gum
Wide open
I think I need more Motrin
These streets is hot
Man these bitches is smoking
And everybody for out for self out here
Man ain't no love left out here
Just blood in my eye
I can't even cry
I wonder why
So I don't even try
[2Pac]
A military mind nigga
A military mind mean money
A criminal grind nigga
A criminal grind mean hustle
You know
[Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]
We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes
[2Pac]
Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard liquor
This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker
Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger
semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz
Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
and fear of man - grow on trees
Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes
So niggaz whisper when they mention
Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure
Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers
Hits fall, we thug niggaz and we came in packs.
Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac)
In the back, my AR-15
Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine
My lyrics are blueprints to money makin
Fat as that ass that honey shakin
[Chorus (w/ Outlawz)]
[Fatal]
I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit
They call it overthuggin and shit
But I was just a younger nigga;
gettin older and lovin this shit
But what was I doin in this place?
To the fakes without a pistol in the first,
facin termination in the worst
But I figured to play the wall; to watch all these
playa hatin niggaz position for I could see 'em all
Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you
But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you.
[Dramacydal]
Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery
Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-P
My eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out
Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out
And why I do it - the ridin and smokin
Collidin with foes - in the worst place;
y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us,in the first place
Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters
Y'all don't want no funk cause
y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
[Chorus]
[C-Bo]
I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale
Stackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12
Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger
No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane
Call me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine
I be the nigga that's pullin the trigga
and dumpin the hollow points in your brain
Mo' bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball
We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)
(?) Never been no (?) men
How we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground
ain't nuttin but the hog in me
Bust off his dildo, killin (?) and keep mobbin G
It ain't no problem (?) funk off
(?) blow down punks with my sawed off
Bust they dirty-ass drawers off
and had them bitch niggaz hauled off
[Chorus]
[Outlawz]
My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay
Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay
I'm reminiscin, and catchin flashbacks when niggas ran up
in my house and I was too young, to try to blast back
What happend then? No one would tell me since I was three
Heard they got to my peoples, now they livin somewhere free
But fuck that, you got what's mines and I want that
Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back
And now I'm sittin, holdin in anger because my parents missin
Thuggin Immortal, got some war stories for ya
[Storm]
Now look at me - straight Outlaw Immortal
Never gave a fuck cause I was nobody's daughter
Outlawin from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure
cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controlled, nigga
So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla
When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths
Prayin to God as your life goes back and forth
We tradin war stories
[Chorus (repeats through to end, getting softer)]
['Pac talking]
War stories nigga; hahaha, what players do
Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
Motherfuckin Tupac a.k.a. Makaveli
Can you feel me? Just so you know, it's on Death Row
My niggaz love that shit
Dramacydal in this motherfucker, heheheh
Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggaz Fatal and Felony
C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?
(Stock / Aitken / Waterman)
Inspiration is our love
We never seem to lose control
When other people fall apart
our love just seems to grow and grow
People ask me
why I always wear a smile
They don't seem to understand
He keeps me happy
every day of my life
I'll never love another man
Our love is better
better than ever
and it keeps on growing stronger every day
It's just how it feels
when you're head over heals
I'll never let you go
Other people are so jealous
They'd like to see us fall apart
But we are stronger, so much stronger
'cause love's delivered only from the heart
And he'd call me
if I'm ever on my own
because he knows it means a lot to me
He's understanding
if I need to be alone
That's why I'll never set him free
Our love is better
better than ever
and it keeps on growing stronger every day
It's just how it feels
when you're head over heals
I'll never let you go
People ask me
why I always wear a smile
They don't seem to understand
He keeps me happy
every day of my life
I'll never love another man
Our love is better
better than ever
and it keeps on growing stronger every day
It's just how it feels
when you're head over heals
(feat. 2Pac, T-Low)
[Edi (Bosko)]
(gangstaz clap yo hands)
World Wide... Outlawz
(all the ladies clap yo hands)
Makaveli The Don...
With the homie T-Low
(gangstaz clap yo hands)
Felly Fel on the track... Bosko
(all the ladies clap yo hands)
It's going down real big... let's go
(clap yo hands baby)
[Chorus: T-Low]
This is for thugz in every state
We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
And World Wide
Aint no place that we rather be
Livin' it up with the family tonite
And World Wide
[Edi]
We holla World Wide
Better understand us
Since we coming with thugs from L.A to Atlanta
Put ya hands up
Nothin' but love from all sides of my thug cliq
Outlaw ridahs them hataz aint touchin' us
Hittin' em up in two-double-O-two
I got dank, drank, bank, what you wanna do?
Move out the way, you see us coming thru
It aint a game, it's true (uhu)
We 'bout to act a fool
You know the history
All out... ball out... picture me
Rollin' and holdin' all brands
For the victory
Edi Amin... ya know the name
Dont remember me?
Since it's nine-six
World Wide... legendary
[Chorus: T-Low]
This is for thugz in every state
We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
And World Wide
Aint no place that we rather be
Livin' it up with the family tonite
And World Wide
[2Pac]
Known for doing skandalouz deeds
No handlin' me
And naw it aint the drugs
Just the straight thug nigga in me
I swoop down and cause havoc
My rapid delivery is automatic
Lettin' niggaz have it
I been labeled as a thug nigga
Since they dont sell my shit to white folks
Ship it to the drug dealers
And catch'a-catch'a nigga world-wide
A fuckin Mobb Figga... West Coast hoo-ride
When we robb niggaz
Money made my squad bigger
But we aint sell our souls
Bustin' on our emenies, muder my foes
At my shows Imma nut
Lights, camera, time for action
Now get to clappin' to my cuts
A World Wide Mobb Figga
[Chorus: T-Low]
This is for thugz in every state
We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
And World Wide
Aint no place that we rather be
Livin' it up with the family tonite
And World Wide
[Bosko]
Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps)
All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps)
Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps)
All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps)
Clap yo hands baby
[Napoleon]
It's so hard on me
Girl pardon me
I got the same spirit Pac had
Hit 'em to me
When I arrive on the dance floor
I'm humpin' the floor
It's a world wide mobb thang
That's for sure
Got money in my pocket now
Drivin' in a rocket now
Never hear me rap around ice
I keep it underground
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z fa sheezy
(yall tryin to start the East-West beef again)
Girl please
Get ya money young souljah
Time steady wastin'
I been around the world before
I'm in Jamaica
P-R... B-R... Bahamas, plus Cuba
L-A to V-A and even Vancouver
[Young Noble]
Hey yo...
I be the Young N-O... to the B-L-E
Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
And I'm still Dirty Jerz reppin'
Outlawz reckage
Get ya dough up yall
Get ya flow up
Pac and Yak live on
Dont be surprised if they show up
At ya front door with a loaded
(ohh noooooo)
Young Nobe it the block
What's poppin' homie
Ya can hate but ya know Pac watchin homie (uhuh)
So give some love up
We stay thuggin' it up
Lil' homie is you thuggin' or what?
Throw ya dubz up
Put em real high
East, West, Dirty South, North side
Outlaw pride
[Chorus x2: T-Low]
This is for thugz in every state
We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
And World Wide
Aint no place that we rather be
Livin' it up with the family tonite
I don't feel like I'm at home
In the morning all alone
Trying hard to do the things I know I should
When the night time closes in
And the loneliness begins
I believe you'd want to be here if you could
Blaze a trail back to your heart
And you'll know that from the start
We've been together long enough to see
All the hard times take their toll
As they try to rob my soul
Of the precious gift of love you give to me
There's a song in the breeze
Hear it singin through the trees
As it blows along, you will know the tune
Time can heal, so I've been told
If you believe it, you'll grow old
All the time we need together's coming soon
We can't rely on things we know
Till there's time enough to show
Where the things that we've believed in all these years
I can't see too well for tears
Or the darkness of my fears
So I'm reaching out to find a helping hand
There's a song in the breeze
Hear it singin through the trees
As it blows along, you will know the tune
Time can heal, so I've been told
If you believe it, you'll grow old
I was born in the south land
Grew up rolling stone
Working all day in factories
Was livin' it all alone
I got no friends to call my own
No woman to love me
My life just seems to be slipping away
Thinking about jumping in the sea
I'm gonna keep praying
Everything's gonna be alright
Keep praying
Everything's gonna be alright
About a month or so ago
I was working in Tennessee
Tried to make time with another man's woman
And he turned around and tried to shoot me
I'm gonna keep praying
Everything's gonna be alright
Yes I do, yes I do
Keep praying
Everything's gonna be alright
In a place you only dream of
Where your soul is always free
Silver stages, golden curtains
Filled my head, plain as can be
As a rainbow grew around the sun
All the stars above who died came from
Somewhere beyond the scene you see
These lovely people played just for me
Now if I let you see this place
Where stories all ring true
Will you let me past your face
To see what's really you
It's not for me I ask this question
As though I were a king
For you have to love, believe, and feel
Before the burst of tambourines take you there
Green grass and high tides forever,
Castles of stone, souls and glory
Lost faces say we adore you
As kings and queens bow and play for you
Those who don't believe me,
Find your souls and set them free
Those who do, believe and know,
That time will be your key
Time and time again I've thanked them
For a peace of mind
That helped me find myself
Amongst the music and the rhyme
That enchants you there
Green grass and high tides forever
Castles of stone, souls and glory
Lost faces say we adore you
As kings and queens bow and play for you
(2Pac)
Let it be prophesized; ni**az'll die because ya crew's goon
Around the way ni**az get murdered by the full moon
Heard it in whispered tones
ni**az is bold and they choose to roll
I kill em all, watch now ni**a truth be told
Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
ni**az dyin by my 30-yard, brains'll splatter
Wonder why these ni**az cross me
I'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me
Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for reasons
Hard to kill a ni**a cause I'm comin back like Jesus
Bow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases
Lookin at my congregation so full of thug faces
Momma gave a ni**a breath, a life of stress
I invest in a vest and makin ni**az watch they every step
Label me a threat
and I ain't even got started with this s**t yet
Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a ridah
Every ni**a breathin pay attention
Bout to show you motherf**kers how it feel, to drop a body
The simple gun to my lifestyle, Killuminati
(Chorus: Kastro + 2Pac)
(Kas) Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
(Pac) Hold it down
(Kas) Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
(Pac) Hold it down
(Kas) Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
(Pac) Hold it down
(Kas) Killuminati and we got you, got you
Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
(Pac) Hold it down
(Kas) Killuminati and we got you, got you
(2Pac)
After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain
Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin again
Til I make it yo; my military be prepared for them bustaz
Similar to, bi**hes that scary, get too near me we rushin
Visions of over-packed prisons, fiends and ni**az thug livin
Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us
They pull the heater ammunition it cranks, psssh
Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place
They got me fiendin for currency, the money be callin
It's like I'm - dreamin, see in season me ballin
Participated in felonious behavior
Cock the cocked fo'-five, snatchin ni**az pagers
Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
We started out drinkin 40's, moved to harder s**t
God damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man
ni**a got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati
(Chorus (w/ minor variations))
(E.D.I. Amin)
I spend most of my time bankin ni**az
because they hate a ni**a, comin across fake ni**az
But we made ni**az, old school and I'm thinkin
Y'all some bi**h made ni**az and you steadily sinkin
O-U-T, L-A-W-Z ain't nuttin f**kin with that
We bustin back comin back for the stacks
Laugh last cash cash, all I want is the paper
Givin them f**kers tool whips, I rule haters
Y'all can't fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly
The boss ni**az, definitely, put it down strictly
E.D.I. Amin, until the law come for me
Kill em all for shortie, ninety-nine Killuminati
(Kadafi)
They got me thinkin strugglin and hustling's my only fate
Toppin grams on the kichen plate, tryin to keep that money straight
Times is rollin three up these streets sleep
But when I crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets
My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts
Got a package from the devil, payin my deeds
Preocuppied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead
More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze
Me and my thugs clock G's simpin naughty thangs
Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati
(Chorus)
(2Pac)
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Hold it down, hold it down
Makaveli up in this bi**h, worldwide mash, Westside
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
The question we ask, do you know what time it is?
Hold it down, hold it down
You know what type of s**t we be
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
You want that hip-hop real
It's that hip-hop that's real
Hold it down, hold it down
Hip-hop that's worldwide, feel?
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
f**k with me ni**a you get killed!
Hold it down, hold it down
It don't get no realer than this
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
What's my motherf**kin name ni**a?
Hold it down, hold it down
My ni**az we all bad
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
What's my muh'f**kin name ni**a?
Hold it down, hold it down
What's my muh'f**kin name?
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Outlawz in this bi**h
Rap pro at his finest
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
Repeat! Death Row at it's finest
ni**a, you know what time it is
Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain.
This is for thugz in every state,
we know that bustaz gonna hate tonite world
wide,
Ain't no place that we rather be,
livin it up with the family tonite and world
wide.
We holla World Wide, better understand us,
Since we coming with thugs from L.A to Atlanta, put ya hands up.
Nothin' but love from all sides of my thug cliq,
Outlaw ridahs them hataz aint touchin us.
Hittin' em up in two-double-O-two,
I got dank, drank, bank, what you wanna do?
Move out the way, you see us coming thru, it aint a game, it's true (uhu),
We 'bout to act a fool, you know the history.
All out, ball out, picture me,
rollin and holdin all brands for the victory,
Edi Amin ya know the name, dont remember me?
Since it's nine-six, World Wide legendary.
Chorus
Known for doing skandalouz deeds no handlin' me,
And naw it aint the drugs just the straight thug nigga in me.
I swoop down and cause havoc, my rapid delivery is automatic,
Lettin' niggaz have it, I been labeled as a thug nigga.
Since they dont sell my shit to white folks, ship it to the drug dealers,
And catch'a-catch'a nigga world-wide, a fuckin Mobb Figga.
West Coast hoo-ride, when we robb niggaz, money made my squad bigger,
But we aint sell our souls, bustin on our emenies, muder my foes.
At my shows Imma nut, lights, camera, time for action,
Now get to clappin' to my cuts, a world wide Mobb Figga.
Chorus
Gangstaz clap yo hands, all the ladies clap yo hands,
Gangstaz clap yo hands, all the ladies clap yo hands, clap yo hands baby.
It's so hard on me, girl pardon me, I got the same spirit Pac had,
Hit 'em to me when I arrive on the dance floor, I'm humpin' the floor.
It's a world wide mobb thang, that's for sure,
Got money in my pocket now, drivin' in a rocket now.
Never hear me rap around ice, I keep it underground,
O-U-T-L-A-W-Z fa sheezy (yall tryin to start the East-West beef again).
Girl please, get ya money young souljah,
Time steady wastin', I been around the world before.
I'm in Jamaica, P-R... B-R... Bahamas, plus Cuba,
L-A to V-A and even Vancouver.
Hey yo, I be the Young N-O to the B-L-E, last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z,
And I'm still Dirty Jerz reppin, Outlawz reckage.
Get ya dough up yall, get ya flow up, Pac and Yak live on,
Dont be surprised if they show up at ya front door with a loaded,
Young Nobe it the block, what's poppin' homie.
Ya can hate but ya know Pac watchin homie (uhuh),
So give some love up, we stay thuggin' it up.
Lil' homie is you thuggin' or what?
Throw ya dubz up, put em real high, East, West, Dirty South, North side,
Outlaw pride.
What (Hang on) wherever you at
Hold your head
Put your head to the sky
For my ankle bracelet niggas (Hang on)
25 to life niggas
Outlawz hang on (Hang on)
Hang on
All my thugs hang on (Hang on)
Hang on (Hang on)
Yeah
Verse 1: Young Noble
For all my thug niggas I got on the block (Hang on)
For all the little homies running from the cops (Hang on)
If you a fiend around the way coked out (Hang on)
If you a ex-drug dealer smoked out (Hang on)
If you a soldier locked down in the hole (Hang on)
No heat in your house and its cold (Hang on)
No job just got laid off (Hang on)
You did your verse but we taking you off (Hang on)
You had your ears all ready for the Lawz (Hang on)
And if you think about sniffing that rock (Hang on)
You about to hop in your homies stolen car (Hang on)
You got a dream to be a big rap star (Hang on)
You gotta hustle but you keep getting robbed (Hang on)
And now you paying for protection from the mob (Hang on)
Your baby mama want half of your check (Hang on)
And your little homies give you no respect (Hang on)
And now you waiting for your time to come around (Hang on)
Be offered work and you turning it down (Hang on)
And now your homies looking at you all funny (Hang on)
You been clocking for 12 years and no money (Hang on)
Chorus: Young Noble
Hang on
If you're out in the cold with nowhere to go you gotta (Hang on)
You 15 and you feel real old youngster (Hang on)
You only 21 and you ain't even coming home soldier (Hang on)
Four kids and make enough to feed one homie (Hang on)
Verse 2: Young Noble
Hang on
If you a thug (Hang on)
You on drugs (Hang on)
You took slugs (Hang on)
You shed blood (Hang on)
You got it bad (Hang on)
You niggas mad (Hang on)
You unprotected
Hand on
And now she pregnant (Hang on)
You pop shit and you don't even got a glock (Hang on)
You from the streets and you don't even got a block (Hang on)
You got the nerve to try to criticize me (Hang on)
Trying to judge the Young N-O-B-L-E (Hang on)
My homie Swift locked down right now (Hang on)
You got dough for some pounds right now (Hang on)
Too many niggas on your block for you to eat (Hang on)
Them out of town niggas steady trying to creep (Hang on)
Chorus
Verse 3: Ya Yo
If you single 'cause your man ain't shit (Hang on)
Independent ain't pressed for the dick (Hang on)
Kool-Aid money with Cristal taste (Hang on)
You ain't think that I will punch you in your face (Hang on)
All my ladies in the struggle like me (Hang on)
All my ladies trying to bubble like me (Hang on)
You go to school or you strip for a living (Hang on)
Only 20 and you got 3 children (Hang on)
Verse 4: Mil
If you got your test back and it's positive (Hang on)
If your bitch left you 'cause she know you got it (Hang on)
You friends disrespect you for not riding (Hang on)
You did for 3 years and couldn't call nobody (Hang on)
You caught another charge in jail added to the robbery (Hang on)
You in the county can't get a visit from your family (Hang on)
Your baby mother fucking one of your homies (Hang on)
You in the ?? (Hang on)
Don't nobody give a fuck about me
Little Nob hold on
I'm a young G
I always stay strong
Chorus 2: Young Noble
You signed a bogus contract now wanna get out you better (Hang on)
Your mama kicked your ass out 'cause you chose that route you better (Hang on)
And if you wonder how long we gonna be on top you need to (Hang on)
You niggas wish but you never gonna be like Pac they better (Hang on)
They better hang on
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