Vår herre luggar Johansson (1945)

Actors

• Harry Ahlin (actor)
• Christian Bratt (actor)
• Artur Cederborgh (actor)
• Anders Ek (actor)
• Douglas Håge (actor)
• Hans Lindgren (actor)
• Carl Reinholdz (actor)
• Tord Stål (actor)
• Thore Thorén (actor)
• Sigurd Wallén (actor)
• Tom Österholm (actor)
• Dagmar Ebbesen (actress)
• Greta Forsgren (actress)
• Marianne Gyllenhammar (actress)
• Svea Holst (actress)

Genres

• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Black Diamond - Outlawz
• Maintain - Outlawz
• So Many Stories - Outlawz
• Black Rose - Outlawz
• Mask Down - Outlawz
• New Years - Outlawz
• Us - Outlawz
• They Don't Understand - Outlawz
• It Ain't Over - Outlawz
• Boxspring Boogie - Outlawz
• If You Want 2 - Outlawz
• I Dare U - Outlawz
• Ghetto Gutta - Outlawz
• Gatz Up - Outlawz
• Everything Is Alright - Outlawz
• Loyalty - Outlawz
• We Want In - Outlawz
• Who? - Outlawz
• Rize - Outlawz
• One Way - Outlawz
• From The Bottom - Outlawz
• Die If U Wanna - Outlawz
• When Ure Heart Turns Cold - Outlawz
• 2nd Hand Smoke - Outlawz
• What's Ya Fantasy - Outlawz
• Life Is What You Make It - Outlawz
• Outlaw 2000 - Outlawz
• Soldier to a General - Outlawz
• Ghetto Ghutta - Outlawz
• Fuck With Me - Outlawz
• Get Paid - Outlawz
• Black Rain - Outlawz
• Good-Bye - Outlawz
• Ghetto Gospel Pt. 2 - Outlawz
• Celebrate - Outlawz
• Lost And Turned Out - Outlawz
• 100 Mph - Outlawz
• Y'all Can't Do - Outlawz
• World Wide (Remix) - Outlawz
• In The Event Of My Demise - Outlawz
• Our Life - Outlawz
• Red Bull & Vodka - Outlawz
• Smash - Outlawz
• Let It Burn - Outlawz
• Nobody Cares - Outlawz
• Don't Get It Fucked Up - Outlawz
• Murder Made Easy - Outlawz
• Perfect Timing - Outlawz
• Hang On - Outlawz
• When I Go - Outlawz

[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

[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?

[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

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

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

(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

[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

[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

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

[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

[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

[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

[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

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

[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

[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...

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.

[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

[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

[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

[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