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• I Ain't From Compton - O.f.t.b.
• So Long - O.f.t.b.
• Keep Your Eyes Open - O.f.t.b.
• Body and Soul - O.f.t.b.
• World Wide - O.f.t.b.
• Crack 'em - O.f.t.b.
• Husn Hai Ya Koi Jaadu - Aftab

(N.W.A.'s "Straight Outta Compton" plays)
'Eazy is his name and the boys is coming (Straight Outta C..)'
[record is suddenly cut off]
Hold it now, wait, hold it
That's PLAYED out [DJ cuts and scratches] hit it!
Straight up Watts! [x4]
The latest tape and it's out, from the LA town
Four niggaz from Watts, operate with rhymes
If you woke up late, then I'ma pull out the nine
millimete but it's bound to go deep, as I proceed
to the next line, born in LA, Watts raised me up
Not Compton where if I was a sell-out I'd be a
stupid motherfucker but I'm not, no I'm not a zero
Tell you whatup, c'mon, niggaz ain't hero
You ran 100 Miles to avoid a jack
The Bottom group will meet yo' ass on the tracks
It's vinyl put to walls, you can't hang, how can your figure
Let's be honest - have you ever squeezed a trigger?
In the late 70's yo the courthouse was built
A year later the first nigga was kilt
(Caught stealing hubcaps, is that a fact?)
Nah but I'm sure it was somethin like that
Where I'm from niggaz are BROKE, and fuck bein RUTHLESS
If you're RUTHLESS, ass'll be TOOTHLESS
Bow till they feel the flipside straight stompin
And I ain't from Compton
Straight up Watts! [x4]
[Paris] "Attitude but I ain't from Compton"
Straight up Watts! [x4]
[Paris] "Attitude but I ain't from Compton"
Hey close the doors and windows, hide your goods
When the Bottom of Watts is in your motherfuckin hood
Hold my zone with a vicious appetite
And we'll take your shit (after we take your life)
That's why these suckers think twice about comin to Watts
You know it's real gangbangers, murders and dope spots
(This ain't no lookalike shit) my city's for real
So don't commit suicide, come to Watts and get killed
And you fake motherfuckers ?takin all of the streets?
I'ma let my posse tell you (that shit sound weak!)
My lyrics don't lie niggaz die everyday
You better check your map, cause Watts in in LA
(South Central motherfucker) where the shit is CRITICAL
Brothers killin brothers makin blacks look PITIFUL
You wanna make a change and roll with my crew?
And Chief Darryl Gates, FUCK YOU!
But hold up a second let's get back to the topic
Niggaz from Compton think Watts can't rock it
We rock steady cause they musta ?been soft?
[DJ rewinds] I ain't from Compton!
Straight up Watts! [x4]
[Paris] "Attitude but I ain't from Compton"
Straight up Watts! [x4]
[Paris] "Attitude but I ain't from Compton"
(Watts everyday that there's thumbs up) Nah, thumbs down
They didn't take us serious, now I'ma clown
From state to state, every underground, city
Will know that I'm from the land, of no pity
Hittin your city like a demon on the loose
Watts is in effect (givin Compton a boot!)
(Hug the microphone, Dee spit
the dope shit that the suckers can't fuck with!)
A miracle incline, whenever I rhyme mine
Suckers will rewind, and try to de-sign
Somethin that sound ("like" - Slick Rick)
but ain't hittin ("like")
The way the that Dirty Kev rock the mic
on stage I'ma motherfuckin Watts baller
with a posse full of shitstarters you don't want a war
Gangsterish hits, what you meants, to create
Eighty-eight was the time (in ninety-one we had to wait!)
I peep the rookies in rap, boo, Bitches With Attitudes
(Talkin about another nigga's jack moves!)
But the topic of discussion is rhymes perpetrated
Play at the role of a ganster (you gettin faded!)
Talkin that same gang, you down with the real thang
Check the charts, it's nineties niggaz still dyin man
(The Bottom posse crew comin live and direct)
Straight from the niggaz in Garden Projects
If you don't know what set, try the heart of the city
A controversial rap, but we feel no pity
The job wasn't done (someone had to do it)
They called up my crew (and we got right to it)
When you think of LA (niggaz think Compton)
(But where was Compton when Watts was stompin)
We speakin on the 70's and even the 60's
Compton was somewhere singin ?Saint Dixie?
Back then it was a place for the upper class folks
The other side of town our parents were broke
Blacks moved to Compton, they thought it was a privelege
I remember when they first built the Village
They try to make it appear that Watts is forgotten
OFTB means Operatin From The Bottom
The last nigga played us (I shot him!)
We comin on strong yeah we must check Compton
You niggaz need to know that Watts is stompin!
(Crack em) I ain't from Compton

[talking: MC Hammer]
Our Father, which art in heaven
Hallowed be thy Name
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done
On earth, as it is in heaven
Give us this day, our daily bread
And forgive us our debt
As we forgive our debtors
Lead us not into temptation
But deliver us from evil
For thine is the kingdom, the power, and the glory
In Jesus' name
Amen
[Chorus: x2]
So long, so long so long
I hope to see you again
[Verse 1: Busstop]
I never got a chance to say goodbye
I could've made it to the funeral, I won't lie
But I didn't want to see my homie laying that way
Now I regret not paying respects to this day
Cause it's hard to accept I'll never see u again
Not only true homies, we were best of friends
I hope u understand my pain and grief
Cause I can feel u up there looking down on me
Now I need to get somewhere so I can think
I'm going to the graveyard to pour my homies a drink
I sip the liquor, snip a rose and lay it on the grass
And never in my life have I felt so bad
It's Saturday night, I'm at the gravesite
Sitting by the tomb stone holding a flash light
The scene is cold I got sweated in my palm
I'm hurting so inside I feel so I drop the bomb
Lil' Jay could of been more than nineteen
Now it seems every night he's in my dreams
O.F.T.B. means operating from the bottom with a tribute to the homies that's gone
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 2: FlipSide]
A lot of my homies died from gang affiliations
While others die from, imitation
But I ain't tripping, I learn from my losses
From gang banging u got's to pay the causes
You only live once, so live it to the fullest
A lot of my homies, they died by the bullet
Tony [? ] not a convict
Just a gangster who grew up in the projects
A big daddy, is what he drove
Back then, to me it was a Roll's
Top Gold, he wore it on his clothes
He had a gangster live on pose
Just keeping it real so don't set trip
Much love from the Low, the Bus, the Flip (O.F.T.B.)
If you ever in Watts take a look at the wall
Dedicated for love dogg for all of y'all
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: Low MB]
I remember everyday, I use to play
With my niggas Ros Bowlow and Lil' Jay
But now they gone and I forgot
And homies is crazy real, and still plotting
I know one day I'm going to have to meet my end
But that's the day I hope we all gon' meet again
And give each other big love at the crossroads
It's hell on earth so I'm hoping Heavens your World
I'm still chilling, with Flip and Bustop
I hope y'all chilling, with T.C. scoop with Chop
And all he other, homies that a nigga miss
For every candle, I blow out you know I wish
That we was all getting high, parle and trip
And have some laughs about the good times we use to have
Back in the days when we was all doing real bad
And right now a nigga trying to get his money right
But y'all know me yo, it's still tight
I never thought, we'd have to say goodbye
This kind of shit bring tears to a gangsters eyes
But the Low, you know I'm going to be strong
I won't say goodbye, I'm saying so long
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 4: MC Hammer]
I know we done all lost a friend before
A victim to the game in these street wars
But we gotta remember, we all gotta die
No matter what you do you can't escape your fate
David [? ] was a warrior, a soldier
You had to pay attention to the game that he told you
A dark night when he lost his life
Full of than drink he couldn't put up a fight
So he slipped on over to the darkness
My homie, my Uncle, my dearly departed
I shed tears cause I wish he was here
(He never see his Nephew get to make it up here)
25 when he took his last breathe
He barley had lived, and he had to come and see death
I can't explain all the pain that I feel
[? ] yeah that's real
[Chorus]
So long, so long so long
I hope to see you again
So long, so long so long
I hope to see you again
So long, so long so long
I hope to see you again
I hope to see my homies one day soon
To my Grandfather Willie James, my Auntie Rest In Peace
To all my Nephews

[Intro: interpolation from "Pulp Fiction"]
The path of the righteous man is besect on all sides by the inequities of
the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed, who in the name of the
charity and goodwill, shepherds the weak thru the Valley of Darkness, for
he is truly His brother's keeper. And I will strike down upon thee with
great vengeance and FURIOUS anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy
my brother. And you will know my name is the lord when I strike my
vengeance upon thee
[Makaveli] Let us pray my nigga, for we definitely have sinned
[Chorus:]
Keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga
If you ever, figure, to be a bigger nigga
Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga
If you ever, figure, to keep livin, nigga
[Verse 1:]
It's time for you to feel the real born ridahs
Lowdown, Bustop and Flipside shotters
Down for Johnny Clown cos they ass out-of-bounds
Hit em up and lay em down
Cos the shit y'all be doin, we done already done
The war y'all tryin ta win, we done already won
We ain't on the same place or the same foot
From jackin to rappin, it's Steve Mack and the crooks
From the eastside of Wotts, West Coast of the border
where the real gangbangers do them drive-by slaughters
Off the lick and weed, cocaine mixed with speed
Quick to pull a trigger, break ya down to your knees
Motherfuckers kill for anything where I come from
Sayin "Fuck tha police!" on them one-on-one's
For me, I'm not a follower, I'm a leader
I got this tailor-made, Paul bait Peter
[Chorus: x2]
Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga
If you ever, figure, to be a bigger nigga
Gots ta keep your eyes on your money and the cops, nigga
If you ever, figure, to keep livin, nigga
[Verse 2:]
This ain't the life I chose, to be a hoss
Stressed out, and stranded on Death Row
But sooner or later, I knew it fall in our face
and we don't give a fuck about you niggas cos y'all hate us
You're haters, like the Gators, we ain't bustin our heads
Puttin it down on this grass, yellin "Fuck the Feds!"
Cos they don't wanna see us, they were nada (What you doin Flip?)
Flipside checkin the hood, and our black girl's are hotter
My grammar, is slender, rehearsed it, like Santa's
smokin Havana's, like Tony Montana
In 1998, the world is ours
As ghetto stars, [?]every matches and raches is cars[?]
An eye for an eye, fuck with me and you will die
It's '97, say hi to my one eye
Brace AK when you see the D-K-K
or the T-T-P, we're off the way ????
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3:]
Under this black trenchcoat, I keep a fully for you bullies
I'm comin for you first before you niggas try to do me
Too many niggas died, loaded not, focussed high
Reachin for a piece of that pie in the sky
From the best to the worst, don't get caught up in drama
The Grim Reaper revives and leave a message with your momma
Revenge is set, I'm double back into the killers
You know who they was, when hesitate to pull the trigger
Your whole part is fraud, they tied you up with your kids
Flashbacks on life and all the shit that'cha did
Take nothin for granted, you're on this planet to win
What goes around, comes around again and again
Cos nowadays, you gots ta keep ya eyes open
I bet this thang show you motherfuckers I ain't jokin
Are niggas down for beef? For when it's time for war
I'll be kickin down your motherfuckin front door

[Intro: ]
[inhaling] My last time gettin' high
[Verse 1:]
Fallin' in love ain't no joke
Some praise dope like the Catholic praise the pope
I'm looking at my life thrugh the hour glass
How much longer in this world will I last
Boostin' basein' one of the cops chasin'
Big time I be facin' in need of a vacation
Got hooked in a year, never kicked the habit
First day on the streets i still had to have it (body and soul)
Back on the scene a full fleded fiend
Pull a scheme and get high by all means
A quarter spoon a day is my medicene
I ain't never had a high that was better than
When I'm nodding drifting in my own zone
I wanna be left all alone
Some front like they high, but they ain't high
The ultimate high is when you die
[Hook:]
Please tell me why. I'm hooked on this dope.
It's got me feeling out of control
I can't deny (no no) that I need help
It's taking over my body and soul body and soul
[Verse 2:]
Being addicted to this dope makes me wonder
Will it be another dose that'll take me under
Or another dope fiend with the same habit
Puttin' a knife in my back like a street savage
And the road that I travel is a dark route
From one stop to another then the jail house
It seems that I'm waiting on my day to pass
Methodul is what I'm on no I can't last (body and soul)
As I withdraw dripped with sweat to make it through the night
But trying to kick this freakin' habit is a strong fight
I seen my girl overdose it's been 3 days
Impuleses convulses send me in a daze
I can hear 2Pac tellin' me to be strong
But my nigga got stoned and left us out here alone
I know I gots to quit before my future unfolds
This shit got the best of my body and soul
[Hook]
"Picture your dreams on a triple beam"
"Don't underestimate the power of the bitches"
[Verse 3:]
I'm lost and turned out, do anything for a fix
Dying slow and can't seem to kick the habit
Shot up so much dope I can't fing a good vein
But when I ain't high my whole bodys in pain
So everyday I'm searching for that dogs food
A lost sould in the ghetto like a whirlpool
In a shack with 5 other dope fiends
Who got tracks damn near lower than a Soul Train
And it's a shame cause all it took was one hit
Straight to the vein now they got a nigga losin' it
A true hustler having money turned junky
I wanna stop but they say I can't shake the monkey
Off my back, I even tried to go cold turkey
But all it did was make me fiend more and mentally hurt me
Quickly running out of time I got to watch the clock
So on McDownly Street caught up in Gridlock'd

[Intro: Flip Side]
O.F.T.B
1996
Low M.B
Bustop
Flip Side
Let's take it world wide
Serve 'em
[Verse 1: Flip Side]
Suge Knight got the sack
Everybody on the streets and in the industry knows that
They use to say we was trash
Until we cracked them like this, and shot them like that
Now I'm starting to get my paper
Bumped it to some fool's who said we wouldn't be major
Player hatin' up and down
Not knowing there was Bounty 'ru's
All around
I know you fool's can't stand me
As I bail with Rondo with Sammy
In hopes to get a Grammy (That's right)
We ain't shaking Hollywood we still thinking about the shit that's jumping
Off in the hood
I'm hearing cheer's from my family friends and my peer's
1996 O.F.T.B. we in here
[Chorus: Mich'elle]
Time after time
Day after day
Have to prove myself
I'll be the one survivor, last motherfucking left
Time after time
Day after day
Have to prove myself
I'll be the one survivor, last motherfucking left
Time after time
Time after time
[Verse 2: Bustop]
Got my checks now watch me take off
What's up now
(Keep it going Flip you coming off)
All my life I been surrounded by danger
Sneaky bitches
And fake banger's
Change my life and chose a new route
Lay down my thought's, know they being bought
Cause I don't want to be like him
Mind fucked, with no fucking ends
So day by day I'm on a kamikaze
Ain't no nigga, ain't bitch ain't no body fin'a to stop me
I'll leaving mystery, I'm making history
With every motherfuckin' word that I speak
[Chorus: Mich'elle With Kurupt talking:]
O.F.T.B. world wide stampede
Came to give these motherfucker's what they need
Outlawz
Till the day we die
From the streets of Watt's going worldwide (Wide, wide)
O.F.T.B. world wide stampede
Came to give these motherfucker's what they need
Outlawz
Till the day we die
From the streets of Watt's going worldwide (Wide, wide)
Time after time
Time after time
Time, after time
Time after time
[Verse 3: Low MB]
You niggas better realize
That I'm rolling with the Bustop and the Flip Side
And for you niggas not knowing
If it's fight fuck this mic's and these fist's start flowing
In 50 states they've been waiting for this bottom shit
While you be sleep we be up making fucking hits
And all our shit
Be true to life stories
No nut's, no motherfucking glory
It's a war in this industry
If you ain't down with me then you my motherfucking enemy
So I'm a have to bring the drama
Fuck you, your whole family and your baby's mama
So are you with me or against me
I'm rolling with the whole
Death Row family
From the bottom to the top nigga
Fuck what you saying, it's all about Watt's nigga
[Chorus: Mich'elle With Kurupt talking:]
[Verse 4: Yaki Kadafi]
See as the Outlawz we run the world
To my block getting that Emmitt Smith on cop's ditching rock's to the curb
And on the parties where we go or whiling on the streets with the shotty
Sippin' the notty
As long as you niggas really know
And I hustle to get that dough
Fast money or slow
Even pill's lead to tab's
Or robbin' they rab's for blow
I dropped out and learnt my math's got to get the gat to mash and get that cash
From rap book to stash
For all my people's that passed
Didn't last to see us grow up
Two of us back on the block running from task's get your dough up
Cause see I
Managed to stay alert on point like Magnum P.I
I ain't scared to D-I-E
Cause there'll be nothin' on me
[Verse 5: Tupac]
World wide I'm a Don in my own rhymes
Got the call niggas gonna bomb with a strong rhyme
Watch me bank on motherfucker's run for cover
Outlawz till we die so we thug brother's
Let them understand it's a family thing
I hate the Fed's
Eating good drinking Champagne and breaking bread
This is for my dog's in Watts and shit
Tupac got your back who can stop the hit
And even with these cop's if they steer for me
I'll die screaming motherfucking M.O.B
Now did you hear me
Spitting clearly
Niggas fear me
Too next to me not to hear me
Slide on these other buster's
Ride on these motherfuckers please
Recognize Death Row G's
We can get wild
But understand just who got us
Rocking with that Operating knocking out the bottom
[Outro: Kurupt]
O.F.T.B. world wide stampede
Came to give these motherfucker's what they need
Outlawz
Till the day we die
From the streets of Watt's going worldwide (Wide, wide)
O.F.T.B. world wide stampeed
Came to give these motherfucker's what they need
Outlawz
Till the day we die
From the streets of Watt's going worldwide (Wide, wide)
And you don't stop, yeah
Kurupt from Tha Dogg Pound down with my niggas from the O.F to the T to the
Straight to the B nigga what?

[Hook:]
CRACK let me at 'em let me at 'em let me at 'em
So I CRACK let me at 'em let me at 'em let me at 'em
Although about a million to this shit to be tooken out
And for you fools who let us in good lookin' out
Now let us make our doe don't want no one enfore this
Lookin' out for all our niggas who support this
And for you motherfucers waitin' for that break up
The Bottom is creepin' to the top you better wake up
Because an obstacle is not impossible
We'll go over or crawl under like a rock-a-roach
And don't you ever think you fools are gonna play us
Because again not even Raid couldn't fade us
I fought us in and now we goin' for that platinum
Comin' back with album three you know we crackin' 'em
[Hook x3]
In 1983 we was upstate
We wasn't thinkin' about parole we had x-dates
I put the P into paper to free my mind
Once a nigga get released I gotta get mine
I never knew I had to struggle in this industry
But stop rockin' the mic they said it couldn't be
So in the meantime the inbetween time
I kept writting in the hall where it's cold
Cause I couldn't sto fight
Five years later I hit the streets
I found my niggas we got it together flowin' on T.V.
We had to come up with some money cause the shit costs
(Who broke it off?) My nigga G.T. and the motherfuckin' boss
We made song after song for the bitches and the homies
While y'all was at home lookin' at videos of the phonies
Now the Bottom is comin' back with a killing flow
So make room for a nigga on Death Row
And let us...
[Hook]
[Talking:]
Project kids three niggas living on the edge
In other words we're damn near dead
But hunters don't choke we go for broke
And y'all thought it was over
They say it ain't over till the fat lady sings
What that hoe don't know nothin' about the noise that I bring
Let that hoe rock that note and I'm a killer her (kill her)
If that snipe got hype off that Miller
Tickin' like time bomb (BOOM)
I'm dangerous straight up watch you motherfuckers can't fuck with us
Come around and get beat down or either shot down
In other words don't fuck around
I'm stressin' to the max I'm stressin' to the max
I knew I shouldn't of signed that motherfuckin' contract
But all I wanted to do was put my voice on a track
Never thought my album hit a flip flop fag
A flip flop gag a flip flop fag
They let a nigga for dead but we got against that
They put me on a sound they put me on a sound
They said I'm gonna rule but they already left
So tackin' a rapper a nigga had no patience
I'm crackin' motherfuckers with no hesitation

Husnumi Gaye Hai Haya Nahi Hoti, Paar Shaiyi Ada Nahi Hoti
Aa.., Husn Ko Aitiaaj Ilaahjim Hai, Har Najar Paar Sa Nahi Hoti
( Husn Hai Ya Koi Jaadu Sar Pe Chadhake Bolata Hai
Har Najar Jaalim Hai Teri Kaatilaana Har Ada Hai
Tu Kayaamat Yeh Hai Kayaamat Maine Koi Na Dekha Tere Jaisa
( Tere Dekh Ke Jalwe Sab Deewaane Ho Baithe
Raha Na Dil Pe Kaabu Hosh Apane Kho Baithe) 2 ) 2
Aare Je Rangin Pe Tere Gul Nisaar
Teri Julfon Pe Ghat Yeh Khushgawaar
Har Taraf Hai Teri Hi Ranginiya
Chhaayi Mausam Pe Sab Teri Shaukhiya
Hai Mehak Rangin Fiza Mein Rang Bhi Hai Tera
Har Najar Se Hi Numaya Dhang Bhi Hai Tera
Jehan Mein Mere Tera Tasswur, Mere Khayalon Mein Tu Hi Hai
Teri Kasam Se Jaane Tamanna, Saanson Mein Teri Khushbu Hai
(Tere Dekh Ke Jalwe Sab Deewaane Ho Baithe
Raha Na Dil Pe Kaabu Hosh Apane Kho Baithe) 2
Aarju Ka Deep Roshan Tujhase Hai
Muskurata Saara Gulshan Tujhase Hai
Haay Re Dil Gungunaaye Tere Geet
Jindagi Par Mere Chhaaye Tere Geet
Tujhape Mera Dil Fida Hai, Jaan Bhi Hai Kurbaan
Gulbadan Hasti Pe Meri Tera Hi Yeh Ehsaan
Harte Najar Tak Tere Hi Jalwe, Koi Nahi Tere Jaisa
Teri Baat Pe Khehta Hoon Main Main Hoon Tera Deewaana
Tere Dekh Ke Jalwe Sab Deewaane Ho Baithe
Raha Na Dil Pe Kaabu Hosh Apane Kho Baithe
( Husn Hai Ya Koi Jaadu, Sar Pe Chadhake Bolata Hai
Har Najar Jaalim Hai Teri, Kaatilaana Har Ada Hai
Tu Kayaamat Yeh Hai Kayaamat Maine Koi Na Dekha Tere Jaisa
Tere Dekh Ke Jalwe Sab Deewaane Ho Baithe
Raha Na Dil Pe Kaabu Hosh Apane Kho Baithe ) 2
( Tere Dekh Ke Jalwe Sab Deewaane Ho Baithe
Raha Na Dil Pe Kaabu Hosh Apane Kho Baithe ) 3