Outlawz Filmography

• Inside Death Row 2008, role: actor, character name: Themselves Play in Full Screen
• Outlawz: Worldwide 2002, role: producer, Play in Full Screen

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  Maintainshow lyrics

  Maintain

  [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?

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  Mask Down

  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

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  Smash

  [Young Noble] (talking)
  We got Bad Azz in this mother fucker (Outlawz!)
  Spiggity Spice 1 in this mother fucker (Oaktown)
  The Low-LIfes in this mother fucker (Still thuggin)
  You know The Outlawz in this bitch (hahah. it's on)
  [Napolean - Verse 1]
  Once again
  Another fat nigga fried
  Do a drive-by if you wanna fuck with mine
  Cause we swallowed inside
  My feet stuck to the ground
  And ain't shit that move me
  Dog, I'm heavy bound
  And I done seen niggaz get touched by the pair
  Runnin they mouth with only one to the ground
  I blow my shit cause I can back it up
  Fuck poppin the trunk
  Let's throw some hands up
  Now how many real niggaz gonna stand up?
  I thought so, niggaz better shut up
  I'm five-six, hearts bigger than me
  But I'll fuck you up so destructively
  Thoughtfully, my mack ten pop for me
  Got my glocks with me, come ride my block with me
  Intoxively, I bought that hennesee
  Come ride with me or homicide with me
  Outlawz nigga
  [Bad Azz - Verse 2]
  Shit a nigga still breathin hard from the last song
  Cause out here it's either mash or get mashed on
  Rest In Peace to all those who done passed away (R-I-P)
  Cause with the beat that's in the streets life don't last long
  All in between you need to eat, you need some wheat
  You needs to heat, the beat, cause you's a condon savage street to shit
  You got to mash to sleep a week or snooze
  Stay on my feet, I'm tryin to keep em in some shoes
  Stay outta jail, this nigga fucks hard and twos again
  Let's get this money like we ain't never got it again
  Let's keep shootin em like we ain't never shot it again
  You got your life but you promised to die
  Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside
  Life is death at the end, you put the rest inside (come on)
  [Chorus - Young Noble (normal) and Bad Azz (indented)]
  Life's short young nigga, get your mash on
  Hustle on little nigga, get your cash on
  If you see death around the corner, get your blast on
  You gonna die anyway, life don't last long
  We still feelin pain from the last song
  Shit, we still feelin rain from the last storm
  Homie either mash or get mashed on
  Little nigga either blast or get blast on
  [Young Noble - Verse 3]
  I see how you got to play it now
  You got to lay it down
  And clown for your crown, have respect now
  That's a test just to see if you gonna bring it to em
  Then come a whole lot of please when you bring it to em
  We keep it movin, motivation is the money
  Ability to feed niggaz hungry is so lovely
  But that ain't it, we got some soldiers locked down
  It's been perfect for what we doin when they drop down
  It's hot now and we right up in the thick of it
  Picture this, all of us, eatin chips
  Sittin on the porch by our house, leavin something in a stash
  How do we outlast? Always keep cash
  [Spice 1 - Verse 4]
  Sittin on the scene, with the nine
  Never would of thought, I'd be gettin mine
  Bossilini, straight murder dog
  Plotted my magazine, master cream
  Discenegrate niggaz who blast me
  He didn't know I was trapped
  He didn't know I was ready
  Plug a hole in his chest
  And check out with the niggaz vetti
  Do a dirty shit, smokin bomb on the dock
  Cut your ass up in pieces, throw your meat to the sharks
  I got that, hold up
  Got a glock and I be puttin niggaz in comas
  You's a mother fuckin fool
  Cause you dyin for runnin up on me
  [Low Lives - Verse 5]
  You want beef bitch nigga, see me face to face
  After the case, my niggaz travel state to state
  I'm on a mash with case, so I can't procrastinate
  There's so many lives in state, lord I'm always gonna take
  My fate keep guessin, Smith and Wesson Stressin
  The lesser the charge, the shorter the yard, I'm dodgin bullets
  Rest In Peace to those who couldn't, I'm not gonna run
  Keep on mashin and keep on blastin
  I'm lastin my time here
  Nigga I'm a be a legend in my own time 'fore a die here
  You wanna smoke, I'm a note to keep my mind clear
  And every nigga that I know mash with no fear
  Come on
  Chorus
  [Young Noble - Verse 6]
  A yo, I takes no, no slope, that slope
  Livin with no breath
  Who wanna go next?
  No stretch when it's time to sprint
  Time limited
  They want my life but I ain't givin it
  Outlaw, Low-Lives, taking your life
  We blow mics and I'm breakin in with soap dice
  I'm baitin now the nigga you hate now
  Full steam ahead, my beam is red
  Niggaz wanna fight dirty
  I'm clean as them
  Stay hurtin in the part
  You wanna bleed instead?
  [Low Lives - Verse 7]
  I'm Mister Shorty to the K, the K, f-fantastic
  And I'm out here mashin like a nation-wide assassin
  I'm kickin ass and takin names later
  Better yet, call me Shorty, the motivator dominator
  Great rhymes sayer, whole cappa drug dealer
  Low-Life nigga, I'm twenty-one and gettin bigger
  Roll with niggaz, mine's as big as nine figures
  Yeah, them low life niggaz, them five-five niggaz, nigga
  You'll get high, roll by, once in a while
  I see ya lovin my style
  You know I can take it, roll with a stand-by for nothin
  Divide, lay low until the ride be out
  The four-five on the ground, forty and out
  To fourteen days hard time, Low Lives!

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  Soldier to a General

  [Napolean - Verse 1]
  Yo, it's gettin colder with time, Thug rollers with rhymes
  Gotta look out for the spineless, marchin with mines
  Outlawz on the grind, in the back of my mind
  Gotta watch out for the one-time all the time
  Lot of fights on the block, so I walk with my glock
  First head get hot, gettin shot on the spot
  It's a sticky sitch-e-ation, tryin to duck to hatin
  Fuckin with my family, I get worse than Satan
  Turnin niggaz out, at a young age
  It's what my life story's about, I ain't afraid
  Turnin in the water, gaspin' for air
  But I'm in the air at the same time, searchin for land
  It's the life of a man, without no parents to call
  Had to learn right and wrong when it's on, fuck all y'all
  Walkin through the cemetery talkin to the dead
  Conversation we gonna keep between us, heard what he said
  Think about the niggaz that can't make it to see tomorrow
  Left his family all alone cause he got hit by the lead
  Drama on the streets is what the Outlawz fed
  And if your ass get out of line, you got a price on your head
  [Chorus - Young Noble]
  I was born all alone, I'mma die all alone (yeah)
  So I ride all alone, from a soldier to a general
  I taught myself, went to court myself (uh-huh)
  Made a choice, from a soldier to a general
  A boy to a man, ain't nobody give a damn (fuck that!)
  Live the streets without nobody, from a soldier to a general
  We was raised around criminals, and played around criminals
  The game of a criminal, from a soldier to a general
  [Kastro - Verse 2]
  I walk around with the weight of the world
  Faith in my shotty since I made it my girl (love you)
  Oh! Somebody save me please, I've been
  Brought up amongst these scram blest thieves and
  All they can show me is I fight with my muscle and (uh-huh)
  I'd do anything for these stripes in the struggle and
  Happiness is Hennessey, mixes, and bitches and I'm all about my riches
  From a small time grinder to a timer am I
  Scandalous mind is a constant reminder of the
  Evil these men do, struggle contend you
  Lord, what you got your boy all into
  I must be mental, I must by psycho
  Crazy deranged and my brains with a rifle
  That's the price we pay to have life today
  Will I have it any other way? No Way (oh)
  [E.D.I. Mean - Verse 3]
  Seems like my addiction to the streets been a life long one
  I chose to wrong damn crease
  See momma work her fingers to the bone to make me a happy home
  But I chose the wrong, steppin out on my own
  Intrigued by them big-league niggaz with the blow
  See my first dead man as a kid in eighty-four
  Seen crack come and turn bums to millionaires
  Turn and die a bitch out, oh, and now she don't care
  Something bought the ghetto in the Summer, make niggaz tougher
  Niggaz die to be fresh, so we all turn to hustlas
  Some stuck with it, some really couldn't fuck with it
  Some trust the wrong, and now they gone
  Them flowers for the dead, all the powers in my head
  I give a fuck what them cowards said, I'm all about my bread
  Struggle love to, huh, hustle ball to
  From a soldier to a general, nigga you better let em through
  Chorus
  [Young Noble - Verse 4]
  I grew up, like every other kid in the ghetto
  Up the hill on my mountain bike, struggle to peddle
  I was a freshman with no medals
  But I earned my stripes
  Wrong turns made me burn my life
  Got a comment 'fore you walk soldier, follow the rules
  Be a leader when I see you, don't follow the crew
  There's only one way to live and one way to die
  One way to fail and one way to try
  My eyes bloodshot from the drugs on the block
  And my thugs on the block got slugs for the cops
  My moms loves my pops but she hurtin herself
  Laid off, so she broke, not workin herself
  On my own at fifteen, learnin the ropes quick
  Had to eat so I hustled, turnin my coat quick
  I ain't no shit, only how to be a criminal

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  What's Ya Fantasy

  [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

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  It Ain't Overshow lyrics

  It Ain't Over

  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

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  Murder Made Easy

  [Young Noble] (talking)
  Outlaw, Outlaw
  Bring your mother fucking Jersey Mob
  In the name of Makaveli The Don, the killa motherfuckin Kadafi
  [Akwylah - Verse 1]
  Everybody wanna know how I live my life (pucka)
  Where's my balls? (pucka)
  Where's my ice?
  No matter now I answer then, feel my stripes
  You keep poppin shit, I'll pin my knights *dying*
  At your grow dega
  Smokin on your drow Flavor
  Spit some pimp shit
  Then dip with your old neighbor (come on)
  And if you really, feel some type of way about it
  Run up in your hood, then I'll shoot my fuckin way about it
  This Jersey Mob, Outlaw, Akwylah
  To my crew selling coke clinkin' cock dollars
  We in the same game, eat the pain, maintain
  All the snitches wanna see us in chain gangs
  The hate for traitors, that's all a cop thought of
  We live stool pigeons smokin in salt water *pigeon*
  Only my lord and our crew know what happened to him
  His family prayin 'cause one day they might back into him (uh-huh, uh-huh)
  [Smooth - Verse 2]
  With nothin to loose, I walk through clutchin my tools
  Ice-grill make you wanna say what's fuckin with Smooth (yo, what's fuckin
  with that nigga?)
  I'm sick of these crews, actin like they've been payin dues
  I put the heat to em, tell them niggaz kick off they shoes
  What would you do in the position when it's us against you?
  That Teflon mother fucker, can your head take two?
  Shut the fuck up 'fore your luck's up
  What you gonna do when your shit's up
  Besides get dissed on nigga, and pistol-whipped up
  Tied up, mouth taped up, layed out, and hit up
  Leave you in pray, gotta give you a napkin to wipe that shit up
  After the fact, holdin in time, shit up for lit up
  High drilly and shit yeah nigga you know the mix-up
  We that squad for real, Jersey Mob for real
  It be kill or be killed, so we drawin that steel
  I'm lovin the rush, Essex county doublin us, fuckin with us (yeah, yeah,
  yeah)
  We ownin enough, them rollers is bust
  [Chorus - Akwylah] x 2
  (Murder - repeated in background of chorus)
  Murder made easy for dummies
  Before you pull the trigger
  Hit his pockets, take all his money
  First you gotta be smart
  Check his race and his bag
  To see if he's strapped
  And hit him once in the face
  And that's that
  [Trife - Verse 3]
  Well where you at then?
  When I needed you the most
  I hit rock bottom
  I couldn't see that we was close
  Yo box, watch em
  Now they all Champaign
  Ballin campaign
  Yeah that nigga fall in the rain
  Dirty ya joints poppin like you greasy burger enflamed
  Every verse I drop's another small piece of the pain
  Shit'll never be the same
  After we got burned
  Niggaz is burnt out
  And yo there's nowhere to turn
  Like court adjourned
  Without a quarter to burn
  Short of return
  To the same game in order to earn
  Y'all niggaz don't learn
  I ain't concerned by far
  Spit six bars like gem-star, stitches, and scars
  Niggaz dry snitchin, yo they intuition bizarre
  Picture me starved
  Without a partner, pitchin is hard
  Listen, my jaw, to find the right position tomorrow
  Is mission imposs?
  I be yellin really my eyes
  Niggaz kill me when they nod like they really alive
  [Kastro - Verse 4]
  You ain't shit without your homeboys
  Y'all ain't no grown boys
  I feel it all and no voice
  Now you stuck with no choice
  Get on the ground, give up your property
  It's like monopoly
  With Jersey Mob this time, they're ain't a mother fucker stoppin me
  That's why I pop three in my throat
  Wait for my shit to drop and it's murder she wrote
  Forgot to pull it close
  And I got enough to go around for everybody challengin
  Guns, never silence, I'm still wildin like Allen
  And Mister Jeru, well it's mob. all that deep shit
  You can keep it
  Fuck frontin, I ain't never kept a secret
  My dog's swift, doin the hard shift in the jail
  I'm still sendin the mail
  We livin' in Hell
  My mom dukes told me 'life is what you make it'
  So watch yours close
  And The Outlawz will fuck around and take it
  I got these spinks payin a hundred a gram, fifty for half
  I'll get em for thiry that's why I dump at last
  Chorus
  [Napolean - Verse 5]
  We catch niggaz at the stop light
  And do what's not right
  It's worked for centuries
  To the OG's and peace gites
  We seat night, and we run through your chest
  Got a bitch with your name on her breast
  Up to set up your death
  We watch your ass for ten months
  If we gots em (yeah)
  Then the first mistake you make (see them)
  Mother fucker we gots you (got em)
  We do it so cold
  We make your niggaz think they saw a ghost
  You untouchable niggaz don't even know we so close
  (right next to you nigga)
  Coast to coast, we spread so rapidly
  Man, the niggaz sittin next to you answer to me
  Cause we can touch you when we want to
  So watch your tongue
  We listenin closely man
  Y'all know have no one
  We got guns
  Plus the ones that Pac left (uh-huh)
  We got enemies
  Plus the ones that Pac left (uh-huh)
  We bang thug life, outlaw
  Cause that's our job (yeah, yeah)
  We backed by the Mob
  And we hittin these niggaz hard
  So what?

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  Nobody Cares

  [Kastro] (talking)
  Hmm, damn, I feel ya
  Turn, nope, don't nobody care
  These Outlawz feel y'all (yup)
  Yeah, don't nobody care
  Sometime it get like that (When it feel like don't nobody care)
  It seems like nobody care (nope, not nobody)
  I care though, listen
  [Kastro - Verse 1]
  I been so sick lately, bellyin and not achy
  These issues keep me with pistols for safety
  I got plans that the cops ain't included in
  And not a handcuff or shell could hold em in
  Right at the end of my road, who been there before?
  Now that I'm dead, it's like I've been dead before
  Same story, it's raw, I'm an outlaw
  A bread warhead, K-Dogg is a warrior
  And when I stand, I stand on my own two
  If I fall, I land on my own two
  A soldier, and it been like that
  Pac and Yak see us now and they could see all that
  Who really care? Fuck the tarry hair
  And the rest of the Outlawz was without a share
  Don't nobody care, just like I thought
  So I just stare at the world like I don't give a fuck
  [Napolean - Verse 2]
  I remember them days when it was dark outside
  The only thing I felt I had was my nuts and my pride
  I was different than them niggaz on the block sellin drugs
  But I was always with em, actin like a thug
  Runnin through the mud cause the cops was on us
  We just walkin home from school but they always on us
  It's like this, the streets is so lovely
  I love the streets, because the streets made me
  The ghetto seems so in peace
  Man, that I moved to the suburbs and there's more police
  Where I'm from, a fiend'll pack a gun
  Overton, Jersey the harder the slum
  But I made it up outta there, thanks to the Lord, kid
  But I'll never leave my box alone, nigga I swear (swear)
  And to the young kids wearin the streets do
  I know nobody don't care, but the Outlawz do (cause we do)
  [Chorus - Young Noble]
  We stack clips, glack licks in the air
  Smoke sticks on the stairs, dog, nobody care (nobody care)
  We shot the fear when everybody was there
  Beat each other half to death, but homie nobody care (nobody care)
  My momma wasn't there and my poppa wasn't there
  Couldn't find em anywhere cause nobody cared, yeah
  We split mills, pop pills and shit
  Ten on the floor, ten in the bed, damn, nobody care
  [Young Noble - Verse 3]
  Yo, hard times as a youngsta
  Scarred by the hunger, wonder
  How many gonna die this summer (die this summer)
  We loud like thunder roamin the strip
  Now everybody act cool, we approachin the vip (come on, come on)
  Smokin a stick, hit, cause we live for this (live for this)
  Just like shit is hard raisin kids in this
  I got 'Outlaw' tatted on my stomach and all (stomach and all)
  We can fight and hang out later like nothing is wrong
  Laise your Timms up tight cause the ride is rough (uh)
  You can tighten my cuffs, I'm still likin the cuffs (come on)
  Fuck this and that, cause I'mma get you back (uh-huh)
  I know you mother fuckers sick and wish that I couldn't rap
  Hatin already waitin till my pockets is fat (uh)
  Would you rather see me incarcerated, locked in the back? (come on)
  Cockin a strap, have your whole block in a gat (yeah)
  Every body down flat, where them dollars at? (uh, oh yeah)
  [EDI Mean - Verse 4]
  I put my faith in the Lord, pray for patience in war
  Now only time'll tell if he heard me before
  I see myself in the mirror, young nigga full of flaws
  But in the streets, I'm a hero cause I give it to em raw
  I'm just my momma's second son, and I just bought me a gun
  Cause some niggaz want some, and I ain't got nothin for em
  Me and my niggaz stay hungry, strivin for the old and gray money
  Ridin while these niggaz think it's funny
  But ain't a damn thing funny to a nigga like me (nah)
  When you sittin on your ass broke and thirty
  And don't nobody care about your sob story (nah)
  I work so hard homie, you better be about your money (homie)
  Oh yeah, it goes both ways, and momma used to say
  'The Lord'll help those who help themselves'
  I keep my eyes on the prize so there ain't no chance for me fail
  Cause don't nobody give a fuck when you livin in hell

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  Our Life

  [Napoleon: talking]
  Outlawz... could never touch the kids in the ghetto man
  That's where I'm from..... man
  [Chorus]
  This is our life
  Even tho' the sun dont always shine
  It's still our life
  If you keep yo head up everything will be alright
  In living your life
  [Napoleon]
  I'm damn near 'bout to go in tears
  Writin' this verse here
  I feel like I'm cursed here
  I'm choked up since I lost my peers
  But I know one day we be back again
  One love to my Mexicans
  Tryin' to run across the border
  To see freedom all over again
  Man... One love to my Africans
  They try to kill us with AIDS
  But they smart again
  It's like I die once that I be born again
  With the grace of Allah
  Kept away my sins
  From the ghetto where they play with heavy metal to win
  Lost my parents so I moved with my next-of-kin
  Life.... just so mych pain to me
  To tell the truth I dont wanna die angrily
  Makaveli and Kadafi, them trained me
  I feel yall in the dark steady hatin' me
  [Chorus]
  This is our life
  Even tho' the sun dont always shine
  It's still our life
  If you keep yo head up everything will be alright
  In living your life
  [Edi]
  In '96 we was on top of the world
  Videos, movies, money, jewels and girls
  Rolls Royces, Hummers, Jagz and all that
  Hard to believe one night in Vegas changed all that
  Fast forward... 6 years
  Man, we still here
  Despite be hated on (huh)
  We still clear
  Until the end of time you cant stop destiny
  Back for everything they owe
  Now let's go
  [Young Noble]
  I got the spirit of a angel
  The heart of a soldier
  The mind of a militant
  Was blessed by my mother
  The inspiration of my life
  She 4 years clean
  With 15 years on the pipe
  And she just got married
  I felt pain... ya sayin' Pac smilin' at the wedding
  Never forget her mah'
  Yall baby fool, I promise to ya Imma stay a trooper
  Outlawz done die
  We forever move
  [Chorus]
  This is our life
  Even tho' the sun dont always shine
  It's still our life
  If you keep yo head up everything will be alright
  In living your life
  [Kastro]
  Oh... I'm on, pens and needles
  Needles and pens
  These 2 Tims was my Beemer
  Before I heard of a Benz
  I got lost tryin' to find my ends
  And got crossed tryin' to find me a friend
  That's life....
  We sacrifice for better days
  We pray for a better way that never came
  Hey! (hey.. hey)
  What's more precious then a innocent child, smilin'
  ??? was foul, look at his smile
  School's not cool
  Them big body rules
  The workin' mans a fool
  If he cant afford the jewels
  Look at how life use ya
  Abuse and confuse ya
  Remember we was suppose to be the future?
  Now we grown
  The future is here and we gone
  Oh where did we go wrong
  Let's live...
  And do right by these kids my friend
  They the only shot we got at living life again
  C'mon
  [Chorus x2]
  This is our life
  Even tho' the sun dont always shine
  It's still our life
  If you keep yo head up everything will be alright

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  Outlaw 2000

  Uh uh
  Outlawz
  Why don't y'all niggas move the fuck over for a minute
  Let us get in
  Time's up
  Outlaw nigga
  Verse 1: Napoleon
  I was trained to bang
  Your life over
  Catch a game that Pac told you
  Fast lane
  Can't stay sober
  Get the money
  Then flip it over
  But honeys we lace that
  Nigga we stay strapped
  You take another step and I'll move you 8 back
  For the money I mean mug
  You hog and I'll hold a grudge
  I'll meet you in the parking lot
  Handle some mutha fuckas
  Solution, there ain't none
  Nigga I can't run
  It's something gonna be done
  Then fuck it lets dump some
  You wastin your breath
  And I'm surprised there's some left
  I got my nine on your chest
  And you got your mind on your gat
  And I got this shit up inside of me
  Holdin on like its riding me
  Telling me to get this money
  Fuck y'all 'cause you trying me
  I bust yall
  'Cause you eyeing me
  What dog
  It's inside me
  I blame my shit on society
  Stackin money inside of me
  Verse 2: Edi
  Where the fuck is my niggas at (right here)
  Where the fuck is my bitches at (right here)
  For the live
  We about to enter this game one more time
  Now uh
  Throw up your mutha fuckin hood and make it shine
  And a
  Give up the mutha fuckin goods 'cause they mine
  Uh huh
  We done forgotten
  Dirty niggas from the block
  Rotten
  Leaving niggas rotten
  It's a mutha fucka plottin
  Uh huh
  We keep it poppin like pussy in the south
  Disrespect the Lawz
  And we'll see fifty to your mouth
  We the OUT-LAWZ!
  Damn right
  Stand Tight
  We the OUT-LAWZ!
  Smackin these niggas who can't fight
  OUT-LAWZ!
  Nigga we don't give a what!?
  OUT-LAWZ!
  Remember we Hit 'Em Up
  Chorus: Kastro (Young Noble)
  How many mutha fuckas here
  Gonna show no fear
  When there's death in the air
  My man
  I seen to many crack
  Soon as they seen a gat
  Even though they be strapped
  That ain't G (That ain't G)
  I've been all around the world
  In every hood that stir
  Without a worry in the world
  That's me (That's me)
  And this Outlaw gang
  Gonna do a Outlaw thang
  Till we six feet deep
  Six feet deep (Six feet deep)
  Verse 3: Kastro
  I wake up with a new 4
  Sleep with 2 4
  And a 12 gauge pump
  Waiting for something to jump
  Y'all must be kidding me
  Talking about ridding me
  Faggot
  This world is mines and I ain't having it
  Listen
  How it feel trying to steal
  A nigga you can't kill
  A nigga so real we make time stand still
  That's me
  Lil' OG
  I ODed
  And one more
  My balls hang
  And I bang
  Till I'm stiff on the floor
  Oh no
  They must have did it again
  Talking they self to death
  They gonna feel it again
  And that's that
  That's all
  That's it
  No more
  We the realest to ever did this shit thus far
  Verse 4:
  Dirty jersey only breed
  Killers and dogs
  Since I'm both I'm in your driveway
  With gauge in the fog
  Ain't shit sweet about
  A nigga from New York
  Accept the not guilty verdict
  That you hear in the court
  Bang you from the car
  Rocking Me Against the World
  And the blood from your face fly and land on your girl
  I'm gunnin grown
  Even bag up coke when my mother home
  Just got the new gun
  That bust off with another tone
  Chorus: 1x
  Verse 5: Young Noble
  Make a move young homie
  If you choose young homie
  We school young homies
  Who the fuck is us homies
  We OUT-LAWZ!
  Chewing D mutha fuckas
  And we about to ball
  Best believe mutha fuckas
  And it's like a bid
  I know y'all been waiting to bump this
  We raised your kids with this mutha fuckin thug shit
  Noby the holiest
  The cripin and the blood shit
  Stripper club shit
  Bitches giving love quick
  Fuck this we gonna take it there
  Nigga you wants no part of this
  We trade your shares
  Make it clear
  Where you going
  Face your fears
  A lot of money to be made this year
  Over here
  And we hate the cops
  We catch you niggas slippin
  Then we take your block
  My homies stay creeping
  And we ride for 'Pac
  You know it ain't a thang
  And we ride for Yak
  You niggas know it ain't a game
  'Cause we bleed for this
  And if you don't believe in nothing else
  Believe in this
  Outlawz is it
  So come and get it nigga

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  In The Event Of My Demise

  [Geronimo Ji Jaga]
  In the event of my demise
  when my heart can beat no more
  I hope I die for a princeple
  Or a belief that I have lived for
  I will die before my time
  Beacause I feel the shadow's depth
  So much I wanted to acomplish
  Before I reached my death
  I have to come to grips with the possibility
  And wiped the last tear from my eyes
  I loved all who were positive
  In the event of my demise
  [Young Noble]
  In the event of my demise don't shed no tear
  I'll share my wizdom with the world, they'll know I was here
  Know I was clear, every thing I said I ment
  A outlaw, when I was born they prepared my ditch
  Said I won't live long, statistic showed
  I'm tryna past 24 realistic goal, listen all
  You gotta stay cold inside
  That's what I tell myself when I feel alone sometime
  But I can't cry, I don't tear no more
  I love god, from death I don't fear no more
  A part taken in this movment to better my people
  Though they see me on TV, I tell them we equal
  Don't look at me as a stranger, I'm one of your own
  We was rised in concrete and grew as a rose
  Still I rise, but never get a chance to fly
  Mama please don't cry
  In the event of my demise
  [Chorus: Young Noble]
  In the event of my demise
  can't breathe no more
  hope I die for a princeple
  something I lived for
  dying before my time
  feel the shadows of depth
  Trying to fulfill all my dreams before I reach my death
  came to grips with the possibility
  The world's killing me, and my soldiers die young with no sympathy
  I wipe the last tear from my eyes
  I loved all who stand strong
  In the event of my demise
  [Napoleon]
  If I should die before I awake
  let my family be stairght of the money I make
  Give my son, what he needs, other than his father
  Is it self respect, better get his honor
  with the law come to swallow my soul, it's so big
  Cause the street took enough of my life, we all see
  It's a cycle make you feel psycho
  Everything struggles behind this man, see nobody love you
  Got a piece of the streets and it's gonna die with me
  may your, soul forgive me
  Makaveli's within me
  In principle we stand by stronger than power
  We gon' die by the rules you can never devour
  On the earth from my birth fell nothing but pain
  only thing I ever gave was the baby the name
  that's my heart, and if I should go I'll go on in sparks
  that's the event of my demise, and it lurks in the dark
  [Chorus]
  [??]
  Now as I stand here, a man here
  Not a perfect one, but a searching one
  Seek in another, blazing time
  Sound crazy but I'm actually tryin to escape my mind
  Tryna rise in time
  but hoping that you didn't notice
  When i was at my low as
  So I knew they were watching, I couldn't stop it
  So many things I wanted to accomplish
  Too many dreams, wasted with no promise
  From out the darkness I struggle to see the light
  Rumble deep in the night
  Hustlin with all of my might
  Some won't see it that way
  But us is given praise
  But all of them will dream
  That I did it my way
  In the event of my demise
  [E.D.I. Amin]
  I was born to a storm that won't lead up
  And I was rased to stay brave with my head up
  But thing ain't got better
  We still gettin wetter in this bad weather
  I need more than a sweater and a leather
  Yo, ain't nothin ment to last forever
  So the stuggling and the suffering ain't gon' last forever
  And my will, probably be like two lines long
  It will read I'm dead but my soul lives on
  And my spirit still living though my body is gone
  In the event of my demise I love all who stay strong
  I love all who stay strong
  In the event of my demise, com'on
  [Geronimo Ji Jaga]
  In the event of my demise
  when my heart can beat no more
  I hope I die for a princeple
  Or a belief that I have lived for
  I will die before my time
  Beacause I feel the shadow's depth
  So much I wanted to acomplish
  Before I reached my death
  I have to come to grips with the possibility
  And wiped the last tear from my eyes
  I loved all who were positive

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  If You Want 2

  [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

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  I Dare U

  [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

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  Ghetto Gutta

  [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

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  Loyalty

  [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

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  Lost And Turned Out

  [Napoleon]
  I know this young nigga who love to keep his gun in his pants
  14, little Ant will snatch your shit to enhance
  He lost his moms at a early age, pops was cracked out
  His brother ran a drug house where they slept with they Mac's out
  And where we from, fuck them basketball teams
  And your neighborhood PAL cause it's all about makin cream
  He stayed dirty, copped a clip for thirty
  He'd rather be sellin drugs early instead of young, black and nerdy
  He had his hard hat, born ready for war
  This young nigga heart's gone and I saw this before
  He lived day by day, prey by prey, stray by stray
  Blunted on Chancellor Ave. 380 hallway
  He bought a AK and I know he gon' sway, it ain't no damn way
  That this young nigga can turn his life around, mang
  Now where is God when you need him, he's internally bleedin
  Little Ant's barely breathin but he gotta stay eatin
  So he robs again but this time he all smoked out
  He put his finger on the trigger and let the death fly out
  Some man got hit, he's layin on the pavement stiff
  Blood drippin from his face and he drownin in it
  Now what a surprise that little Ant can't come around
  That it's his own man dead on the ground
  Dead on the ground
  Damn
  He can't come around
  That it's his own man dead on the ground
  Dead on the ground
  Lost, turned out
  Not a doubt
  What's it all about
  Lost, turned out
  Not a doubt
  What's it all about
  [EDI]
  Baby girl, I can see you in that crazy world
  Spinnin out of control, nowhere to go
  At one point in time, huh, you could've been mine
  But you was movin too fast, couldn't take the chance in losin yo ass
  In high school, we was homies, but that was before we
  Started keepin each other from bein lonely
  With my mama workin all the time and your daddy drinkin
  Sneakin, tryin to bump and grind, what is he thinkin?
  We escaped in each other, became friends before lovers
  More like sister and brother, at least we can trust us
  But I had dreams, yeah, my plane leavin soon
  Had to hook up with Pac, huh, continue to bloom
  I called twice just to see if you alright
  Both times you wasn't home, I knew somethin was wrong
  And then I knew I was right, when they said they found you one night
  Barely holdin on, tell me where did you go wrong?
  Was it when you started strippin for tips?
  Then sellin it for mo' chips?
  And sniffin powder just to deal with it
  Can you tell me, I guess that you can't
  Cause I'm hearin you about to take your last dance
  Let the game get the best of you, baby
  Shoulda called on a Law, he was testin you, baby
  But now you gone before you can be found
  Gone without a doubt, lost and turned out
  Lost and turned out
  Lost, turned out
  Not a doubt
  What's it all about
  Lost, turned out
  Not a doubt
  What's it all about
  [Young Noble]
  My brother Sean, he home now, he cool for a minute
  I love him to death but bullshit he stays in it
  I'm gettin older [Name] middle school around the corner
  The drug dealers need and teach what they wanna
  "Moms, can I go to the park and play?"
  Didn't play, I was countin every single cent them niggas made
  Then his moms lost her job, no more money-stackin
  On her way home she slipped on some ice and caught a back spasm
  And that's what happened to Aline
  She said she had lotta pains, just an excuse to be a fiend
  Low on food, though it was good what my mama made
  But you know a hungry nigga at school can't concentrate
  B to an F student
  Think about the bitches and the sneakers, my whole childhood ruined
  I made my first sale [?] in a alley way in 164
  I was scared as shit
  I wasn't scared of the cops though, this is true
  I was more scared of what mom duke'd do
  So I chilled for a few instead of [?]
  Spent weekends with my peeps just escapin the block
  Little [Names], I knew em since seven
  We had a room, they had a house, just no way to compare it
  But they parents taught me shit and gave me shit
  Fed me, treated a nigga just like family
  You gave me love and you neglected me too
  Lost and turned out but still comin home to you
  I love you [Name]
  I love you [Name]
  Lost and turned out but still comin home to you
  I love you [Name]
  Lost, turned out
  Not a doubt
  What's it all about
  Lost, turned out
  Not a doubt

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  Let It Burn

  [Chorus: E.D.I]
  I got this monkey on my back
  And I can't let it go
  So much trouble on my brain
  And I can't let it go
  Oh, and I'm so throed
  I don't know what to do
  But pour me a drank
  And smoke a blunt or two
  And let it burn
  Let it burn [x5]
  Motherfucker.. We
  Let it burn [x6]
  All my soldiers
  Let it burn
  [YOUNG NOBLE]
  Spark up a cigarette
  You talkin' the biggest threat
  You mention my set
  Resurrect my life through death
  I walk around with the dirtiest boots
  Camouflage the suit
  We them soldiers that you gotta salute
  26 years full of Donald Goines material
  Pour water in my cereal
  Don't worry it'll get us through
  We never complained
  We weathered the rain
  Stayed loyal to the thug core
  Respecting the game
  I'm just a New Street nigga
  With a lil' bit of fame
  Picture me rhyming
  Motherfuck nickel and dimin'
  On some coke shit
  My clips went for 80 a watts
  Raw, until that cook got, gravy the cop
  And goin' home, stoppin' ya fun
  When Yak got killed
  If you grew up with a nigga don't that make 'em ya friend
  I see the world through a foggy lens
  With a Fo'-Five buried in my baggy jeans
  Even my mom dukes was a naggin' fiend
  I thank God she like 6 or 7 years clean
  If you believe then you can achieve anything
  Try the measure the price of life thru a triple-beam
  And let it burn
  [Chorus]
  [E.D.I]
  I ain't stressin' no bitches
  I'm out here stressin' my riches
  And these 5-dolla niggaz bout to turn me into a killer
  My friend is my pen
  My only homey is my lonely thoughts
  Ridin' thru the city with a gage bout to blow it off
  I smoke a blunt to take the pain out
  And if I wasn't high probably try to blow my brains out
  Why??
  Cause mama need her medicine
  My kids gotta eat
  Labels playin' hella games
  Boy don't fuck around with me
  If it ain't one thing it's a motherfuckin 'notha
  Word to my granny, and my daddy and my mother
  But I ain't no sucka
  I'ma let it -- let it burn
  Get back on my two feet and swerve
  [Chorus]
  [CHAIR KRAZY]
  I lost my head with a family
  And these niggaz astounding
  That I'm back up off my feet dawg
  But I'm still sitting down
  Yeah I'm paralyzed
  So it's just a half of me
  And my father dead too
  So I'm a bastard 'G'
  I'm bout to hit this rap game
  Get the cash and flee
  And I'm forever with my motherfuckin family
  This billy bang Outlawz hard, listen me
  And yeah we'll burn you bout the legacy of P-A-C
  [KASTRO]
  I'm a dawg, but I don't roll over (wroof!)
  I might stumble but I don't fall over (wroof!)
  A whole patron, money gone, hung over (wroof!)
  Never ever my level, one over (wroof!)
  I gotta shake the devil off my shoulder (wroof!)
  And never will I settle, I'm a soldier (wroof!)
  All the time is the time to make the donuts (wroof!)
  Ya feel that
  Then light another stouge up

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  Y'all Can't Do

  [Girl]
  Y'all can't do
  Y'all can't do like the Outlawz do
  Y'all can't do like the Outlawz do
  Y'all can't do like the Outlawz do
  Y'all can't, y'all can't
  Y'all can't do
  [Napoleon]
  I heard a rumor that them Outlawz died
  Came back alive and started spittin' fire
  Changed up our dollars
  Then we flicked 55
  Life of a true grinder
  Give me mines
  Aint no time for you to run
  Get ya nine
  Throw 'em from the shoulders
  Like they do in '89
  It's cool, it is now 2002
  These niggaz play with guns leave a bullet in ya
  Them Outlawz sprung off the money
  Aint a breast wit' the ass
  Shit stay cocked cause I gotta get the cash
  Fresh off the plane, I'll arrive anyday
  Go to the same block where my niggaz sell yaay
  Slang them A-K's where they don for the day
  And y'all can't do it this way, no way
  This Napoleon, strength for the strong
  Y'all aint knowing
  'Pac aint ?? we continue to ?? nigga
  [Chorus]
  (Y'all can't do)
  Shit to us..
  Make sure ya show respect when you mention us
  Cause when you test the Lawz, you testing God
  And everybody die hard nigga
  (Y'all can't do)
  What the Lawz could do
  I dont wanna send the dogs for you
  Have a call for you
  It aint no telling what the Lawz'll do
  Nigga I thought you knew -- that
  (Y'all can't do)
  [Edi]
  Y'all can't do what we do
  Outlawz Recordz this is true
  Slide thru tatted up, gatted down (uhooo)
  How's ya main thang cause she gone get fooled
  Bounce, rock, roll, thug
  Sittin' in the back of the Lincoln, blowing bud
  Two semi's, for them niggaz too friendly
  I got 2 dimes
  Enough time and Im ready baby
  Introduction to the Outlawz lifestyle
  Go crazy, throw bo's, wild out now
  Fuck holding back
  Tired of being held down now
  Chrome make 'em feel us anyway that we can now
  [Young Noble]
  Hey yo I creep thru ya block late night with a 5th
  Creep thru ya spot, game tight for ya bitch
  Niggaz like Nobe where the fuck you been?
  Overseas doing shows for the ends, we hustle hard
  Outlawz Recordz coming thru, with muscle dog
  Slam dance at a Lawz show, they love it hard
  Thug walk with a drink in my palm
  Crip walk, blood walk, to this song
  I need a brew nigga dont get pissed on
  And my crew on some ol' other shit dog
  Outlawz we aint fuckin' with you
  I thought my homegirl told you
  [Chorus]
  (Y'all can't do)
  All the shit we do
  Why the fuck you tryin' to tell us all the shit we knew
  Cause when the shit hit the fan
  Ya cliq did too
  Now everybody gonna miss you
  (Y'all can't do)
  All the shit we done
  We was there before
  Now we back to number one
  We got about a long run
  Outlawz muthafucka we the wrong ones
  (Y'all can't do)
  [Kastro]
  Outlaw... Outlaw... remember that? (huh!)
  'Trade War Stories', 'When We Ride', remember that? (huh!)
  'Hail Mary', who the fuck made that?
  Who the only squad alive that could bring 'Pac back?
  We do it how we do it
  Y'all can't do that (nah)
  Try on these shoes get ya wig blew back
  It's Thug Life baby, and already knew that
  It's a daily operation, dog we rep it like that
  I got a line in my pocket
  That shoot up many rockets
  So, forget about it
  Doing deals with mobsters
  That'll pop you in the head
  With a bottle of Vodka
  If we see some shit up out cha
  We beat it up out cha
  This is how we do, one rowdy crew
  Kadafi up in this, Makaveli is too
  So stop tryin to do what y'all can't do
  Please take my advice, it's true
  [Chorus]
  (Y'all can't do)
  Shit to us..
  Make sure ya show respect when you mention us
  Cause when you test the Lawz, you testing God
  And everybody die hard nigga
  (Y'all can't do)
  What the Lawz could do
  I dont wanna send the dogs for you
  Have a call for you
  It aint no telling what the Lawz'll do
  Nigga I thought you knew -- that
  (Y'all can't do)
  [Young Noble]
  East Coast niggaz know they thug with the Lawz
  Down South niggaz get crunk with the Lawz
  All my up North niggaz give it up for the Lawz
  West Coast niggaz throw they dubs for the Lawz
  East Coast niggaz know they thug with the Lawz
  Down South niggaz get crunk with the Lawz
  All my up North niggaz give it up for the Lawz

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  Ghetto Gospel Pt. 2

  [HOOK]
  We gon' see if you can handle the pressure (like we do)
  Serious, who get it done? (my people)
  Twist it up and light it up (like me)
  Then go (like me)
  Go hard (like me, like me)
  We gon' see if you can inspire the game (like I did)
  You ain't never seen pain (like we did)
  Pour it up, and drink it up (like us)
  We hold (it's a must)
  Go hard (it's a must)
  [KASTRO]
  They told me God gon' test ya
  So many ups and downs
  Now my texture like leather
  I couldnt' settle for lesser
  So I got up off my ass and got down for whatever
  Everyday I see the same old bullshit
  And any day now, could be the one I loose it
  It's like my screws is loose
  And the truth is
  I'm kind of confused
  I don't know what the truth is
  They told me God gon' test me, I hope I pass
  And get the chance to laugh last
  I a rare breed
  With a need for speed
  And a hunger for numbers
  I need to feed
  Look how they seasoned me
  The 'G' gene in me
  It's the reason my people's believe in me
  Here's to the past
  My peers not with me (yess)
  I pour liquor for years they spent with me
  [Chorus: YOUNG NOBLE]
  You say you want yours
  Let me see you go hard homey
  Otherwise you just wastin' ya time
  And it's stickin'
  Don't be a victim
  Everybody dies by the hands of God
  (ohhhhhh)
  Can't nobody save 'em
  Can't nobody blame when they just like we
  (noooooo)
  Can't nobody change 'em
  Can't nobody save 'em
  It's how it's gotta be
  [YOUNG NOBLE]
  They say God gon' test ya
  You fall hard, do you stand tall?
  Or do you crack under the pressure?
  In my own words like Pac's Resurrection
  You do a U-Turn or heads in dangerous direction
  The strangest confession, you do not know me
  No matter how many times you niggaz press rewind and quote me
  Son it's deeper then a rap song
  I ain't tryna end up flat on my stomach
  With half of my back gone
  The pain I feel inside been passed on
  Souljah to soldier everytime one of us pass on
  So you ain't gotta ask what I mash for
  I'm a lost soul, live and die by the code
  I was taught to improvise when the funds low
  Playin' hard, nigga never go gun-ho
  I got one more
  Little piece of advice
  Don't play hard cause you playin' with yo life soldier
  [Chorus]
  [E.D.I]
  They say the Lord gon' test ya
  Get down on ya knees my nigga
  He'll definately bless ya
  And I know you on some hard times
  Shit only recently, I started seeing some good times
  Somewhere deep in me, I kind of wanna live a good life
  But all I know is traps, crack, and hood life
  And they got me so gone
  When I do get some money man
  I spend it all on chrome
  We so backwards
  Niggaz take penitentiary chances, with nothing to show for it
  Look... at the end of the day
  If you gettin' paid
  You better tuck some away
  For a rainy day
  Cause it is gon' rain
  It's all good now
  But it is gon' change
  What goes up, gotta come down
  Some niggaz survive
  Some niggaz drown
  What you gon' do?
  [Chorus]
  [HOOK]
  We gon' see if you can handle the pressure (like we do)
  Serious, who get it done? (my people)
  Twist it up and light it up (like me)
  Then go (like me)
  Go hard (like me, like me)
  We gon' see if you can inspire the game (like I did)
  You ain't never seen pain (like we did)
  Pour it up, and drink it up (like us)
  We hold (it's a must)

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  Gatz Up

  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

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  100 Mphshow lyrics

  100 Mph

  Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
  On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
  Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
  On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
  Man, hold up, back up, give us some space
  I think I just found the baddest... in the place
  Damn, baby girl... with it, and when she moving man she breaking every rule with it
  And me, I'm cool with it cause that's exactly how I see it
  And how she needs to do it and how we need to g it
  I'm the only player in here you really need to be with
  Now go ahead and pop it... p.I.m.p. shit
  I know a profession no one... of me
  You got my nature rising girl, look what you have done to me
  Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
  On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
  Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
  On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
  She working out lately, my old lady got a new body
  Got my Jimmy popping willies like a Ducati
  She remind me... empire...
  Good Lord... true guns
  No make-up, she don't care about Channel, Jimmy Chiu, Gucci, Prada or...
  She could spot a hater even with the shades on
  Beyonce Big... her theme song
  ... smart too, cause I gotta be eagle on me
  And show the badge she thinks the desert eagle on me
  And yes sir, it's her don't lose a... I got they key to baby's box when it needs lock
  She calls ice box where our used to be,.. chevy mamma... used to me
  I tell her this is what you do for me
  See, where my bottom baby used to be
  Let mamma so cold, she's so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
  On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
  Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
  On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
  ... at the ball playing lost in the sound
  When I know we can go from where kick it all around
  Got a... with a villa, on the coast out in...
  We can sip some liquor while we're smoking...
  ... got me... just to get a bone, maybe...
  ... just that made me real sorry
  Sexy little bad... we can come... stay up on a hustle, got a... full of diamonds
  Walking out the city making rain harder than the dudes all black and... sitting up big 22
  Now she's baddest little thing that I've ever seen
  Slim waist with a face... magazine
  Mamma got the kind of ball got the beauty queen in the movie scene, you know what I mean
  And my mind is the only thing she blows all around up and down she goes
  ... the edge... down to the flow, yeah, she knows, she's a killer, killer
  That girl is a winner, so cold make the hardest... shiver, shiver
  ... fast cars, pretty women, I'm speeding in her
  Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
  On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
  Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler

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  Girl In Ohioshow lyrics

  Girl In Ohio

  It's winter in my consciousness
  Dew has turned to frost
  Some will win, some will lose
  Some have won and lost
  You can feel the time between us now
  Pullin' us apart
  If I could get in touch somehow
  We can make another start
  And in Ohio, there's one place I would go
  Back to the arms of a girl I used to know
  We'll be ridin' back in style
  Gonna be there in awhile
  Back in the heart of a girl in Ohio
  Walking the sunshine of the day
  Slowly turns to night
  Whisperin' winds come what may
  Birds in homeward flight
  Just one way, that you can go
  And the sunset is set free
  Softly through the shadows to
  The place I wanna be
  And in Ohio, there's one place I would go
  Back to the heart of a girl I used to know
  We'll be ridin' back in style
  Gonna be there in awhile
  Back in the arms of a girl in Ohio
  I know you know me better than
  To say I lost my pride
  When the things that you can see in me
  Things that I can't hide
  One day ride through the night
  It's all it usually takes
  See me clear of yesterday
  Most of my mistakes
  And in Ohio, there's one place I would go
  Back to the heart of a girl I used to know
  We'll be ridin' back in style
  Gonna be there in awhile
  Back in the heart of a girl in Ohio
  In Ohio, there's one place I would go
  Back to the heart of the girl I used to know
  We'll be ridin' back in style
  Gonna be there in awhile

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  Knoxville Girl

  The fog rolls in the morning
  And I can hardly find my way
  Along to where the heart is
  Words can't begin to say
  Enough about the gentle way
  You always take me in
  That long and narrow one-way road's
  Got to take me home again
  Go down, go down
  Knoxville girl
  With that dark and rovin' eye
  Go down, go down
  Knoxville girl
  'Cause I know
  You'll never be my bride
  I met a little girl in Knoxville County
  I'd known her well
  Feelin' good like I should
  And to her love I felt
  Time was long she lay there by my side
  Held me close within her arms
  And kept me statisfied
  Go down, go down
  Knoxville girl
  With that dark and rovin' eye
  Go down, go down
  Knoxville girl
  'Cause I know
  You'll never be my bride
  Go down, go down
  Knoxville girl
  With that dark and rovin' eye
  Go down, go down
  Knoxville girl
  'Cause I know
  You'll never be my bride
  So on it goes and no one knows
  Why heartache never ends
  Above all that you will get
  Exactly what it lends
  Time has come to steal my love from me
  In this pain I will remain
  And sing this misery
  Go down, go down
  Knoxville girl
  With that dark and rovin' eye
  Go down, go down
  Knoxville girl
  'Cause I know

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  Real Talkshow lyrics

  Real Talk

  Now you dun heard a lot of talk about me and my niggaz
  Them Outlaw worldwide my figures
  From triumph to tragedy
  To right back on top the niggaz still mad at me
  For pushin' that big truck on 24's
  A square feat in ATL game [unverified]
  Man dat's what my nigga got shot for
  Bein' too mothafuckin' wrong for dis footballs
  See the darkness, see the light, he wanna feel it
  Misery loves pumpin' me and that's the real shit
  But in 2005 I'm on some ill shit
  Four niggaz sneak upon me and I'm fearless
  I'm takin' a stand, a born killer
  Like them niggaz in Pakistan
  It's simple, gotta git 'em fore' I die
  Like the old west see how we low tex da ride
  I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me
  Now your baby dun became a G
  When I'm out in them streets
  The only one that got me is me
  I keep my hand upon my heat
  'Cause you know mama you didn't raise no bitch
  So if a nigga wanna get at me
  I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
  'Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
  Real talk
  Everyday is a new challenge
  I'm a savage in my new balance
  A lot of rappers but not enough raw talent
  Blame the machine but fuck it I'm a hustla bitch
  So we start our own label sellin' bricks legit
  Power to the people, a lot of power in my pencil
  We da hope for the hopeless, the voice for the voiceless
  Outlaw soldiers, we still in the game
  Years later last members fuckin' feelin' the same
  Straight from the heart, makin' 'em walk
  Live for the day don't wait for tomorrow
  Hatas gettin' they wrong, I seen tha streets rap
  Rounda tough with some niggaz
  I seen [unverified] put religion in the roughs of some niggaz
  They say gangstaz don't live that long, too many turn-coals
  That's fucked up, puttin' cuffs on your folks
  Coincidental the Outlawz instrumental
  And raisin' a thug nation, we influential
  I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me
  Now your baby dun became a G
  When I'm out in them streets
  The only one that got me is me
  I keep my hand upon my heat
  'Cause you know mama you didn't raise no bitch
  So if a nigga wanna get at me
  I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
  'Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me
  Real talk
  Yeah, my mother ain't made no sucker
  Raised in the gutta, I'm a made mothafucka
  All I know is get paid mothafucka
  All day mothafucka, one way over anotha
  And ain't no body no where that can stop me
  Call me Cachy, you tennis, I'm hockey
  Mix a little bit of pocky-ocky
  With black rocky in my pocks you got me
  Real tall, I never took a shall unless it was support
  I'm stressin' ain't my thought
  And I walk these dogs, I'm a soldier
  Dontcha wanna be like me when you grow up?
  A man of honor comma, good karma
  Niggaz wants drama, I got the problem solva
  Big ass Cig, that's that shit
  Plus the bully that a fully automatic
  I know mama, you did your best at raisin' me
  Now your baby dun became a G
  When I'm out in them streets
  The only one that got me is me
  I keep my hand upon my heat
  'Cause you know mama you didn't raise no bitch
  So if a nigga wanna get at me
  I be out in them streets, my thang cocked
  'Cause really all I got in the game everyday is me

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  There Goes Another Love Song

  Sometimes I feel like I'm getting kinda low
  Thoughts that I'm thinkin' are the reason
  So I try to remember without talkin' to myself
  Things that I said or maybe things that I felt about you
  Sittin' in a corner of a crowded bar room
  People all around me and I still feel alone
  Just when I know I'm gonna break down and cry
  Someone played a tune that dried the tear from my eye
  There goes another love song
  Someone singin' about me again
  There goes another love song
  Now I need more than a friend
  Lonesome and lonely, far from my home
  Tryin' to get back to where I know I belong
  Wishin' and hopin' I was already there
  I just heard a voice whispered in my ear, singin'
  There goes another love song
  Someone singin' about me again
  There goes another love song
  Now I need more than a friend
  Doodoodoo...
  There goes another love song
  Someone singin' about me again
  There goes another love song
  Now I need it more than a friend
  There goes another love song
  Someone singin' about me again
  There goes another love song

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  Baby Don't Cry

  2Pac & Outlawz F/ H.E.A.T.
  Miscellaneous
  Baby Don't Cry (Keep Ya Head Up II)
  [2Pac]
  I feel you {uhh} . (baby don't)
  but you can't, you can't give up
  {Hey. 2Pac what?}
  [2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
  Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {Outlawz}
  Even when the road is hard, never give up
  Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up {Keep ya head up}
  [2Pac]
  Now here's a story bout a woman with dreams
  So picture perfect at thirteen, an ebony queen
  Beneath the surface it was more than just a crooked smile
  Nobody knew about her secret so it took a while
  I could see a tear fall slow down her black cheek
  Sheddin quiet tears in the back seat; so when she asked me,
  "What would you do if it was you?"
  Couldn't answer such a horrible pain to live through
  I tried to trade places in the tragedy
  I couldn't picture three crazed niggaz grabbin me
  For just a moment I was trapped in the pain, Lord come and take me
  Four niggaz violated, they chased and they raped me
  Even though it wasn't me, I could feel the grief
  Thinkin with your brains blown that would make the pain go
  No! You got to find a way to survive
  cause they win when your soul dies
  [2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
  Baby please don't cry, you got to keep your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up
  Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up
  Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up {never give up}
  Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}
  Even when the road is hard, never give up
  Baby don't cry
  [Edi Amin]
  Forget him girl (forget him girl) he ain't gon' never change
  I ain't no hater but that nigga lost in the game
  After the bright lights and big thangs
  he probably could loev you, but he in love with the struggle
  Everyday, his mind on gettin mo' (gettin mo')
  and never your feelings, he's chasin millions fo' sho'
  Uh oh (uh oh), now you bout to have his baby? (dayamn)
  Another wild-ass nigga that's gon' drive you crazy
  You got too much, mo', livin to do - I'm spittin this to you,
  cause you deserve more than what he givin to you (that's right)
  Beautiful, black, precious, and complicated
  A new millennium dime piece, so fine she
  got em all stuck standin still when she come through
  Baby take a little mo' time, love'll find you
  And show us the sky's blue somebody other than me
  gon' give you everything you need, feel me?
  {Don't cry-ahhhhh.}
  [2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
  Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
  Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
  Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up {keep your head up}
  Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {never give up}
  Even when the road is hard, never give up {no no. ohhhh}
  Baby don't cry
  [Young Noble]
  I'm tryin to do all that I can, from jump
  Now you losin, you was choosin the wrong man
  Dealt the wrong hand, you was young and beautiful
  Lost and turned out, what you let that nigga do to you? (Damn)
  I knew her since elementary, she blew a kiss to me
  Wrote me a note in crayon, wantin to get with me
  We was kids, now she got three kids
  They see their father e'ryday, and they don't know who he is
  Seen him last night, homey roll a E-class
  Mad cheese in the stash, still a deadbeat dad
  I bring her, Pampers and food, just to stop through
  But those, ain't my seeds, nuttin really I could do (nah)
  I feel pity for you, you ain't even his wife
  Seventeen with three kids, locked down for life
  Shoulda chose me, she bout to O.D. from the pressure
  Hell nah I won't let her {BABY DON'T CRY}
  [2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
  Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up {you'll be alright}
  Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby don't cry}
  Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up {baby baby baby}
  Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {no.}
  Even when the road is hard, never give up {no-ohhhh}
  Baby don't cry, I gotta keep your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up
  Baby don't cry, you got to keep your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up {ooooh baby}
  Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up
  Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up {keep your head up}
  {keep your head up, never give up}
  Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry
  [Young Noble]
  Uhh, uhh, yeah, don't give up {you'll be alright}
  Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry
  [2Pac + H.E.A.T.]
  Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up
  Baby don't cry, I hope you got your head up
  Even when the road is hard, never give up, baby don't cry
  [Edi Amin]
  For all the ladies {Soulshock, Karlin}
  Baby don't cry
  Got to keep your head up {keep your head up}

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  Outlawzshow lyrics

  Outlawz

  (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

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  Die If You Wannashow lyrics

  Die If You Wanna

  (feat. Napoleon)
  [Napoleon talking]
  All you fag niggaz gotta move on
  (get the fuck out the way)
  I kick up dust for real, nigga
  fuck this rap shit nigga
  you wanna see me, see me nigga
  Nigga I'm the nigga to see
  Punk ass mutha-fucka
  Don't get your pockets pulled nigga
  (check it out uh-uh)
  Hold the fuck up nigga why you lookin so tough
  You don't know that I'm an outlaw and I'll fuck you up
  Punk nigga, the street change everyday,
  But I'ma change a long will cuz the streets where I lay
  Nowadays it ain't about runnin your mouth
  It's bout (gun cocked) and (gunshots); assed out
  Turnin me out nigga, I turn the streets out
  With this underground thug shit that killers come out
  Where the gunz be at, where the money be at
  I stand full, nothin but the uncut shit I'm hardcore
  And ain't nothing changed since back in the day
  Just new money frays and new hand grenades
  When the war pops off I'ma knock the street lights off
  Y'all some paper back soldierz nigga you too soft
  And killin in my raps I'm too real for that
  But if I say I'ma do it, if you say you have too, prove it to me
  [chorus]
  It ain't nothin but a freshin to me
  And if ya fuckin with me,
  Then you can die if you wanna nigga
  And all my life I had issues with me
  you try trippin with me
  Then you can die if you wanna nigga
  The street made a slight killah for me
  And if you soft too me
  Then you can die if you wanna nigga
  You act tough
  And you can die if you wanna nigga
  You in a rush
  And you can die if you wanna nigga
  I'm a street nigga, check my background
  I did a couple of driveby's with the fo-pound
  And I was never ever scared to bust a couple of rounds
  It's all in me, my whole family was raised wrong
  Nigga, my whole team strong, buck buck, double glock dead wrong
  And imitatin Pac nigga, you know you wrong
  And runnin your mouth will get a gun in your house
  There is money down south so I gotta take some
  There is money on the west coast I gotta chase some
  There is money on the east coast I gotta take some
  So I bought me a gun, I'm bout to rob everyone
  It's like a 2000 jack the rapper, fall down
  Empty down your pockets nigga and pass it around
  And what was you thinkin when Pac was around
  He wasn't trainin Outlawz to burn shit down
  I strategize for the dough dough, cock block with the fo-fo
  send four more at the po-po, his whole ass like Zorro
  it's real nigga so I'ma bleed for mine
  with money on my mind I'ma get it, it's mines nigga
  [chorus]
  It ain't nothin but a freshin to me
  And if ya fuckin with me,
  Then you can die if you wanna nigga
  And all my life I had issues with me
  you try trippin with me
  Then you can die if you wanna nigga
  The street made a slight killah for me
  And if you soft too me
  Then you can die if you wanna nigga
  You act tough
  And you can die if you wanna nigga
  You in a rush

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  Outlaw 4 Life - 2005 A.P.

  [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
  Or have niggaz like me comin' thru ya window.. window

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  Neva Surrenda

  [Napoleon]
  I know this young nigga who love to keep his gun in his pants
  14, little Ant will snatch your shit to enhance
  He lost his moms at a early age, pops was cracked out
  His brother ran a drug house where they slept with they Mac's out
  And where we from, fuck them basketball teams
  And your neighborhood PAL cause it's all about makin cream
  He stayed dirty, copped a clip for thirty
  He'd rather be sellin drugs early instead of young, black and nerdy
  He had his hard hat, born ready for war
  This young nigga heart's gone and I saw this before
  He lived day by day, prey by prey, stray by stray
  Blunted on Chancellor Ave. 380 hallway
  He bought a AK and I know he gon' sway, it ain't no damn way
  That this young nigga can turn his life around, mang
  Now where is God when you need him, he's internally bleedin
  Little Ant's barely breathin but he gotta stay eatin
  So he robs again but this time he all smoked out
  He put his finger on the trigger and let the death fly out
  Some man got hit, he's layin on the pavement stiff
  Blood drippin from his face and he drownin in it
  Now what a surprise that little Ant can't come around
  That it's his own man dead on the ground
  Dead on the ground
  Damn
  He can't come around
  That it's his own man dead on the ground
  Dead on the ground
  Lost, turned out
  Not a doubt
  What's it all about
  Lost, turned out
  Not a doubt
  What's it all about
  [EDI]
  Baby girl, I can see you in that crazy world
  Spinnin out of control, nowhere to go
  At one point in time, huh, you could've been mine
  But you was movin too fast, couldn't take the chance in losin yo ass
  In high school, we was homies, but that was before we
  Started keepin each other from bein lonely
  With my mama workin all the time and your daddy drinkin
  Sneakin, tryin to bump and grind, what is he thinkin?
  We escaped in each other, became friends before lovers
  More like sister and brother, at least we can trust us
  But I had dreams, yeah, my plane leavin soon
  Had to hook up with Pac, huh, continue to bloom
  I called twice just to see if you alright
  Both times you wasn't home, I knew somethin was wrong
  And then I knew I was right, when they said they found you one night
  Barely holdin on, tell me where did you go wrong?
  Was it when you started strippin for tips?
  Then sellin it for mo' chips?
  And sniffin powder just to deal with it
  Can you tell me, I guess that you can't
  Cause I'm hearin you about to take your last dance
  Let the game get the best of you, baby
  Shoulda called on a Law, he was testin you, baby
  But now you gone before you can be found
  Gone without a doubt, lost and turned out
  Lost and turned out
  Lost, turned out
  Not a doubt
  What's it all about
  Lost, turned out
  Not a doubt
  What's it all about
  [Young Noble]
  My brother Sean, he home now, he cool for a minute
  I love him to death but bullshit he stays in it
  I'm gettin older [Name] middle school around the corner
  The drug dealers need and teach what they wanna
  "Moms, can I go to the park and play?"
  Didn't play, I was countin every single cent them niggas made
  Then his moms lost her job, no more money-stackin
  On her way home she slipped on some ice and caught a back spasm
  And that's what happened to Aline
  She said she had lotta pains, just an excuse to be a fiend
  Low on food, though it was good what my mama made
  But you know a hungry nigga at school can't concentrate
  B to an F student
  Think about the bitches and the sneakers, my whole childhood ruined
  I made my first sale [?] in a alley way in 164
  I was scared as shit
  I wasn't scared of the cops though, this is true
  I was more scared of what mom duke'd do
  So I chilled for a few instead of [?]
  Spent weekends with my peeps just escapin the block
  Little [Names], I knew em since seven
  We had a room, they had a house, just no way to compare it
  But they parents taught me shit and gave me shit
  Fed me, treated a nigga just like family
  You gave me love and you neglected me too
  Lost and turned out but still comin home to you
  I love you [Name]
  I love you [Name]
  Lost and turned out but still comin home to you
  I love you [Name]
  Lost, turned out
  Not a doubt
  What's it all about
  Lost, turned out
  Not a doubt
  What's it all about

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  Ride Wit Us or Collide Wit Usshow lyrics

  Ride Wit Us or Collide Wit Us

  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
  Uh
  [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
  [Chorus: x2]

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  Killuminati 2K10

  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
  But baby it ain't over, till it's over.

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  Novakane

  [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
  But don't nobody notice it really you feel me, we must rise

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  Tradin' War Stories

  [2Pac]
  A military mind nigga
  A military mind mean money
  A criminal grind nigga
  A criminal grind mean hustle
  You know
  [Chorus: 2Pac (repeat 2X)]
  We tradin war stories, we Outlawz on the rise
  Jealous niggaz I despise, look in my eyes
  [2Pac]
  Now can your mind picture, a thug nigga drinkin hard liquor
  This ghetto life has got me catchin up to God quicker
  Who would figure that all I need was a hair trigger
  semi-automatic Mack 11 just to scare niggaz
  Pardon my thug poetry, but suckers is born everyday
  and fear of man - grow on trees
  Criminal ties for centuries, a legend in my own rhymes
  So niggaz whisper when they mention
  Machiavelli was my tutor Donald Goines, my father figure
  Moms sent me to go play with the drug dealers
  Hits fall, we thug niggaz and we came in packs.
  Every one of niggaz strapped sippin on 'nac (Cognac)
  In the back, my AR-15
  Thuggin till I die, these streets got me cravin thorazine
  My lyrics are blueprints to money makin
  Fat as that ass that honey shakin
  [Chorus (w/ Outlawz)]
  [Fatal]
  I bust a trey-trey, buggin an' shit
  They call it overthuggin and shit
  But I was just a younger nigga;
  gettin older and lovin this shit
  But what was I doin in this place?
  To the fakes without a pistol in the first,
  facin termination in the worst
  But I figured to play the wall; to watch all these
  playa hatin niggaz position for I could see 'em all
  Made it up out of there, lucky to be here to tell you
  But it'll never be a repeat people I'm tryin to tell you.
  [Dramacydal]
  Now picture the scenery, I'm thugged out smokin greenery
  Considered a B.G., but I'm off in this game somethin D-P
  My eyes only see deez, that's why I'm young and burnt out
  Learned the know how, well how to do now, by 18 turned out
  And why I do it - the ridin and smokin
  Collidin with foes - in the worst place;
  y'all shouldn'ta fucked with us,in the first place
  Y'all real O.G.'s, droppin game to the youngsters
  Y'all don't want no funk cause
  y'all be the next in the long line of war stories
  [Chorus]
  [C-Bo]
  I breaks 'em off with this gangsta war story tale
  Stackin loot up in the coupe that I protect with a Mack 12
  Slap my clip in the chamber; fool, your life's in danger
  No one will remain when I come through dumpin insane
  Call me Bo-wl of Major Pain, gun-slang and movin 'caine
  I be the nigga that's pullin the trigga
  and dumpin the hollow points in your brain
  Mo' bigger balls that RuPaul, Thug Life ain't a ball
  We bust that ass up against the wall (up against the wall)
  (?) Never been no (?) men
  How we bucks 'em down on the way to the ground
  ain't nuttin but the hog in me
  Bust off his dildo, killin (?) and keep mobbin G
  It ain't no problem (?) funk off
  (?) blow down punks with my sawed off
  Bust they dirty-ass drawers off
  and had them bitch niggaz hauled off
  [Chorus]
  [Outlawz]
  My whole family been raised, on shit that ain't okay
  Ain't nuttin on this earth will make a nigga like me stay
  I'm reminiscin, and catchin flashbacks when niggas ran up
  in my house and I was too young, to try to blast back
  What happend then? No one would tell me since I was three
  Heard they got to my peoples, now they livin somewhere free
  But fuck that, you got what's mines and I want that
  Never drop my guard, been on the squad, since ways back
  And now I'm sittin, holdin in anger because my parents missin
  Thuggin Immortal, got some war stories for ya
  [Storm]
  Now look at me - straight Outlaw Immortal
  Never gave a fuck cause I was nobody's daughter
  Outlawin from my tits to my clits, don't try to figure
  cause the murderous tendencies of my mind can't be controlled, nigga
  So who's the bigger, who's the quickest killer?
  Would ya try to trip with my finger on the 9 milla
  When I got cha on kay-nine-fourths
  Prayin to God as your life goes back and forth
  We tradin war stories
  [Chorus (repeats through to end, getting softer)]
  ['Pac talking]
  War stories nigga; hahaha, what players do
  Thug Life, Outlaw Immortalz
  Motherfuckin Tupac a.k.a. Makaveli
  Can you feel me? Just so you know, it's on Death Row
  My niggaz love that shit
  Dramacydal in this motherfucker, heheheh
  Yea nigga! Shout out to my niggaz Fatal and Felony
  C-Bo, the bald head nut, what?

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  When I Go

  Verse 1: Young noble
  I don't want no open caskets
  Don't be crying to me
  I don't want nobody standing there lying to me
  Talking about if you was there you would've died for me
  Took 5 for me
  Shoot blind for me
  Save the pipe dreams dog
  I'm gonna be aiight
  And even if I die tomorrow
  I'm gonna be aiight
  The only time I see my family
  When a relative die
  When you gone
  No pain
  Is it better to die
  Baby girl think I'm shy
  But I'm crying inside
  No tears in the jungle
  I'm a lion inside
  Nigga don't cry
  Like I said on the song
  God forbid I die early
  Please accept that I'm gone
  I lived mine
  Accomplished a lot in my time
  Soldier
  I sold mils for Pac
  Still I Rise
  You sympathize
  But I don't need it all
  But while we hearing breathing
  With the love that y'all
  We Outlawz
  Chorus 2x: Edi
  Some day
  One day we gotta go
  When and where
  Whom and why
  Nobody knows
  But when that day comes
  I'm ready to roll
  'Cause they won't roll when I go
  Verse 2: Edi
  Shit aint right
  Yo it just aint adding up
  My closest is gone
  I'm mad as fuck
  I'm more hurt than anything
  Not knowing what to do
  Completely wrapped up in confusion
  No clues
  Trusting other niggas thinkin shit is all gravy
  Mind unfocused
  'Cause I'm smoking daily
  Rolling with big ass body guards
  Niggas
  No guns
  Supposed to be protecting your ass
  He having fun
  Man fuck a vest
  My nigga did with one on
  Too much of a shock to my brain
  I could not mourn
  Do not shed a tear
  Close my eyes
  Said a prayer
  Hoping the lord let him in when he got there
  Still ride for Pac and Yak
  Seike too
  Still fucking the world
  You know how Edi do
  But I'm still crippled by the pain
  Still feel like I'm to blame
  Still wanna go insane everytime I here your name man
  Chorus 2x
  Verse 3: Kastro
  They say blood's thicker than water
  And I say love is thicker than blood
  Who's wrong
  And what's love
  With no honor and trust
  So I'd rather not bother
  Nothing much to discus
  These cards
  Dealt by God
  To my table
  Ain't the best
  And pretty much unstable
  And I don't know
  My friend from my foe
  So I move fast
  Think about shit slow
  Rightfully so
  I got my gun
  And walk through the slums
  Bubbling like gum
  Wide open
  I think I need more Motrin
  These streets is hot
  Man these bitches is smoking
  And everybody for out for self out here
  Man ain't no love left out here
  Just blood in my eye
  I can't even cry
  I wonder why
  So I don't even try

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  World Wide (Remix)

  feat. 2Pac, T-Low
  [Edi] + (Bosko)
  (gangstaz clap yo hands)
  World Wide..... Outlawz
  (all the ladies clap yo hands)
  Makaveli The Don....
  With the homie T-Low
  (gangstaz clap yo hands)
  Felly Fel on the track.... Bosko
  (all the ladies clap yo hands)
  It's going down real big.... let's go
  (clap yo hands baby)
  [T-Low - Chorus]
  This is for thugz in every state
  We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
  And World Wide
  Aint no place that we rather be
  Livin' it up with the family tonite
  And World Wide
  [Edi]
  We holla World Wide
  Better understand us
  Since we coming with thugs from L.A to Atlanta
  Put ya hands up
  Nothin' but love from all sides of my thug cliq
  Outlaw ridahs them hataz aint touchin' us
  Hittin' em up in two-double-O-two
  I got dank, drank, bank, what you wanna do?
  Move out the way, you see us coming thru
  It aint a game, it's true (uhu)
  We 'bout to act a fool
  You know the history
  All out... ball out.... picture me
  Rollin' and holdin' all brands
  For the victory
  Edi Amin... ya know the name
  Dont remember me?
  Since it's nine-six
  World Wide... legendary
  [T-Low - Chorus]
  This is for thugz in every state
  We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
  And World Wide
  Aint no place that we rather be
  Livin' it up with the family tonite
  And World Wide
  [2Pac]
  Known for doing skandalouz deeds
  No handlin' me
  And naw it aint the drugs
  Just the straight thug nigga in me
  I swoop down and cause havoc
  My rapid delivery is automatic
  Lettin' niggaz have it
  I been labeled as a thug nigga
  Since they dont sell my shit to white folks
  Ship it to the drug dealers
  And catch'a-catch'a nigga world-wide
  A fuckin Mobb Figga... West Coast hoo-ride
  When we robb niggaz
  Money made my squad bigger
  But we aint sell our souls
  Bustin' on our emenies, muder my foes
  At my shows Imma nut
  Lights, camera, time for action
  Now get to clappin' to my cuts
  A World Wide Mobb Figga
  [T-Low - Chorus]
  This is for thugz in every state
  We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
  And World Wide
  Aint no place that we rather be
  Livin' it up with the family tonite
  And World Wide
  [Bosko]
  Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps)
  All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps)
  Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps)
  All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps)
  Clap yo hands baby
  [Napoleon]
  It's so hard on me
  Girl pardon me
  I got the same spirit Pac had
  Hit 'em to me
  When I arrive on the dance floor
  I'm humpin' the floor
  It's a world wide mobb thang
  That's for sure
  Got money in my pocket now
  Drivin' in a rocket now
  Never hear me rap around ice
  I keep it underground
  O-U-T-L-A-W-Z fa sheezy
  (yall tryin to start the East-West beef again)
  Girl please
  Get ya money young souljah
  Time steady wastin'
  I been around the world before
  I'm in Jamaica
  P-R... B-R.... Bahamas, plus Cuba
  L-A to V-A and even Vancouver
  [Young Noble]
  Hey yo....
  I be the Young N-O... to the B-L-E
  Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
  And I'm still Dirty Jerz reppin'
  Outlawz reckage
  Get ya dough up yall
  Get ya flow up
  Pac and Yak live on
  Dont be surprised if they show up
  At ya front door with a loaded
  (ohh noooooo)
  Young Nobe it the block
  What's poppin' homie
  Ya can hate but ya know Pac watchin homie (uhuh)
  So give some love up
  We stay thuggin' it up
  Lil' homie is you thuggin' or what?
  Throw ya dubz up
  Put em real high
  East, West, Dirty South, North side
  Outlaw pride
  [T-Low - Chorus 2X]
  This is for thugz in every state
  We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
  And World Wide
  Aint no place that we rather be
  Livin' it up with the family tonite
  And World Wide

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  Get Paid

  [Napolean] (talking)
  Yeah, from the bottom
  For the depths, for the bottom
  We come from there, but we still here
  We still breath, so long as we got air in these lungs *exhale*
  We gonna get something, no matter how, no matter what
  Listen
  [Young Noble - Verse 1]
  Yo, my whole block family, we all argue and fight
  But if you not family, keep talkin alright?
  Will you get them Nikes? Oh you like them yeah?
  They look good on me, you wanna cop a pair
  Though it takes some time, we still love everybody
  Them like my thug sisters, so I'm fuckin every mommy
  Everybody know my face, everybody know my name
  As I walk through I heard em sayin 'Noble do his thing'
  I'm flowin through this game like I'm slidin on ice
  Brought these niggaz insane like I'm slidin in dice
  Applyin the wife, but ain't nobody dyin tonight
  We fryin the rice, dinner on the steps tonight
  I bet your life I just might stretch your wife
  Stretch your dime, stretch your doe, and stretch your time
  It might sound short, then I'll stretch the rhyme
  Nothin but another day, know I ain't gonna lie
  [Chorus - TQ]
  I still remember when a nigga didn't have a thang
  Curb surfin on the corner each and every day (every day)
  For all the people cause I never find a better way
  Ain't gonna stop me from hittin when I see some paper (I'm gettin it nigga)
  Somebody tell me what's the price for a better day
  But it don't matter, I'm gonna get mine anyway
  But in the scene It's like I still hear my feet the same
  Can we get paid? just want to get paid
  [EDI Mean - Verse 2]
  Man I wasn't born with it
  But I'm gonna get it
  Let it be known I'm on a mission
  >From boss livin, no bullshittin'
  And I don't sit around in this who don't want nothin
  And I don't kick it with these bitches who always want somethin
  I'm my own man, own plan, been that way
  Lost my father, shit got harder man, and since that day
  I never ever really trust the world again
  Age ten, feel frustration
  No patience when it all forego
  Fuck takin it slow
  I'd rather take it and blow
  I still roll daily
  Only stoppin for my babies
  I'm a hard=luck nigga
  Keep your guard up nigga
  Large cut getta
  I gotta have my piece
  I'll chop it up with ya man
  But I gotta have my piece
  You cannot be mad at me
  I'm game tight on all sides
  Obstacles cannot damage my pride
  I manage to ride, but be it wasn't easy
  Young struggla, livin for the love of us
  Outlaw
  Chorus
  [Kastro - Verse 3]
  I'm bluntin, so I'm strapped, and I'm starred and cautious
  Ain't nothin but a day at the office
  I stand alone so I cut my losses
  And sometimes I drink until I feel nauseous (ha)
  It's not easy, believe me, it's no fun
  Still I chase my paper, till I can't run
  And I was still just a kid till I had one
  If not for bad luck, I probably wouldn't have nothin
  It's two G's and I just can't quit yet
  Through all they mind so I just can't sit back
  I stand strong so you know I don't get checked
  The born Outlaw so you know I ain't wit' that
  My younger days in the day tryin to figure out
  A million ways to get paid in a bigger amount
  I ain't a mystery, it's elementary
  Cash rules, and that's the way it was meant to be
  [Napolean - Verse 4]
  Eat now, I'm kinda low in the pockets
  House lookin like shit, volts is climbin out the sockets
  But that's how it is in twenty-three a.m.
  Brick City, N-J
  Besides Cali, it's the home of the A-K
  I'm paid to roll, was raised too low
  But at least in my heart, I've always felt alone
  I stayed strong through all the times I supposed to
  I pray to God daily, you barely when you supposed to
  Close to the money cause it's close to my heart
  In my life, death ain't nothin but a walk in the park
  Hard times gettin sweeter now
  I guess Allah must have blessed us cause we eatin now
  Come on
  [Young Noble - Verse 5]
  (TQ = Can I get paid X 3)
  Reminiscin of the days we was broke man (broke man)
  We still missin tryin to get it, it's a sure thang (sure thang)
  The forecast for today said it's gonna rain (gonna rain)
  Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (gonna hang)
  Live yours, and you know I'm tryin to live mine (live mine)
  Get yours, cause I ain't tryin to give mine (give mine)
  Everybody comin out at the same time (same time)
  Nothin but another day, know I can't lie
  Reminiscin of the days we was broke man (broke man)

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  Fuck With Me

  [Young Noble] - repeated throughout track - x 23
  Fuck With Me!
  [Napolean - Verse 1]
  Baby-girl, you know you put it on me
  Shakin your ass in the quarter for me
  It's like de-ja-vu the way I met you
  You told me you and your nephew
  Blow Makaveli too, but smash that boo
  Cause that's a bootleg
  And it was hard to take my eyes off your legs
  Listen can I buy you a drink?
  Let your home girl hold your mink
  The dead thought made for you and me
  Can you walk with me, talk with me
  Or one-night stand with me, probably
  The answer I can hear tonight
  Hips, dick-lick the lips, bitch you goin home tonight
  I'm a money-maker, just shakin that thing your momma gave you
  Creamin that black heritage, I can't wait to taste ya
  You got one life to live, with much to give
  Don't play yourself short, Miss Thang, give it here
  And what's this I hear, about you top class
  That down-south ass will make me spend some cash
  Now did you listen to the words I was spittin at ya?
  You so much you gonna make g-star rival at ya
  [Young Noble - Verse 2]
  I give it to you good girl, in the heat of the night
  Even when I'm rollin, cream you right
  And I ain't even tryin to sleep on old girl
  Millennium dime-piece she movin her own world
  And don't be a leader, brag on his dick
  I ain't tryin to lock you down, hear the slap on the wrist
  And I'm the type that talks flicks, when I'm up in it
  She ain't the type to throw fits when I bust in it
  So what's fuckin with that
  She like to lay on her stomach so I bust on her back
  And I don't care if she a groupie or not
  I'm gettin head on the block and the hooptie'll drop
  Root-Crew been hot since back in the day
  And since I knew Pac, I'm havin my way
  And now you wish you would have stuck with me
  Cause all your honeys wanna fuck with me
  Where they at? Where they at?
  [Chorus - EDI Mean]
  Because I'm headin somewhere
  And them other (niggaz baby) (rappers gone) gonna be dead in a year
  Plus, I know you tired of them fake thugs
  All-be gangstaz in they video with make-up
  Uh, I don't think so nigga, I'm an outlaw nigga
  Hear the heat blow nigga?
  Uh, then have the time of your life
  One night, next day you tell them people you're my wife
  Cause can't nobody do it like this
  A lot of mother fuckers talkin but we true to this shit
  [EDI Mean - Verse 3]
  Come on, straight off the straights of hard time and no luck
  Some wonderin niggaz that ankled this game and came up
  They ain't wanna fuck with us power to this
  But we said 'fuck that' and set fire to this bitch nigga
  Outlaw, just some ridahs on our own mission
  The trite and true, we un-fuck with a boo
  It's critical, the game change, we stay the same
  A lot of shit y'all doin now, I did when I was seventeen
  And that's the truth if I ever heard it
  Hard time, sometime, but I know it's gonna be worth this shit
  We done got it together, we gonna party together
  They try to stop what we doin, we give em 'Hell man whatever'
  Shit this how a live nigga do it, ride or die nigga blew it
  We don't try nigga, lose it
  And let em know not to fuck with you
  And touch your boo, bust your tooth, hush them fools
  Chorus
  [Kastro - Verse 4]
  Uh, a big dick to stroke
  I ain't braggin, I'm just lettin you know
  Uh, and ever sicne you bounced on me, baby I've been ready to go
  Uh, and we can keep this between us
  Nut with nothin much to discuss
  Uh, or we can let it out to the world
  Make a boy or a girl, it's on us
  Baby, I like it when you show me your tongue
  Lick on my balls until I cum and yell 'stop, stop'
  Uh, and when I blow on your clit
  Stick my thumb where you shit, you get hot
  Damn, nasty, plus you got a big old ass
  That pop like a gun, go 'blast, blast'
  And you think your girl was fucked
  Always talkin all that jazz
  So don't fuck with me
  I'm not the nigga you love
  I'm just the nigga you fuck
  I ain't the nigga to her

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  Black Rain

  (EDI Mean) (talking)
  Black Rain, there's no chance to escape it
  You know it seem like sometimes, there's nothin but bad luck?
  It just won't go right, that's the black rain, you know? Uh-huh
  (Chorus - Napolean (normal) / Val Young {repeated during chorus} (indented)
  Black Rain, don't come down
  Don't you come fallin
  Black Rain, don't come down
  Now don't you come fallin
  Black Rain, Black Rain, don't come
  You've been wettin us up from day one
  We ain't never see a high point, how come
  Black Rain, Black Rain comes under the sun
  Oh Black Rain, Black Rain, don't come
  You've been wettin us up from day one
  We ain't never see a high point, how come
  Black Rain, Black Rain comes under the sun
  (EDI Mean - Verse 1)
  We live those big money dreams
  A six scene and so peelin
  Lust to touch everything
  Still but no feelins
  We move on through these stars
  And when it's on it's on we movin strong
  You know the rules, roll with fools
  Who use two's no trainin
  Hit your block, non-stop, no aimin
  Black-Rainin, and man the forecast is bleek (yeah)
  Stay inside, they said it's goin for weeks
  It's war in the streets
  Gangbangin and wearin east (say what)
  Now the city that never sleeps will never see peace
  I've had enough of still killin each other over nothin
  Now there's more of us willin to die over colors
  Man it's insane, black rain (insane)
  Feedin our seeds, makin em strong with pain, the game
  And yo we won't change (won't change)
  Too blind to recognize, it's a damn shame (too blind to recognize)
  Cause it's right in our eyes, Black Rain!
  Chorus
  (Napolean - Verse 2)
  I seen it all
  When the black rain falls
  Why will you fall
  Black bodies fall
  Black rain, you got time to explain
  While I'm still strugglin, damn near insane
  Damn hittin pain from years ago
  Only you know, how the story goes
  You took what I got left all in me
  First you came, now the Lord's callin me
  All in me, is what my Outlawz trained me
  And all in me, is what my brothers gave me
  And all you see is just another young thug
  But please let my baby-boy play in the mud
  Rain or sun, please let him have some fun
  Don't wet the sidewalk, Daddy walks it to from
  And don't let the pain that I touch he feel
  And don't let him trust no snakes, that's real
  Chorus
  (Kastro - Verse 3)
  It's cold outside in the middle of the summer
  Days fly by, night falls like lumber
  Cries inside of the minds of the younger
  The hunger scream through the city like thunder
  It's like a bunch of black clouds we under
  From day one to day none my heart get no more
  It's dark, tomorrow might come alone
  Since I can't see clear, I stumbled home
  It ain't fair, the air out here, too thin
  I grieve and don't believe in the hearts of men
  It's triflin', the life we in needs change
  Till then, we hustlin, it's black rain
  (Young Noble - Verse 4)
  Yo, ain't no way out the hood
  Can't stay out the hood
  Hustle hard so every day out is good
  The day seem dark, but the nights is bright
  Ain't nobody goin down, so we likes to fight
  Cops that come around tryin to cuff me up
  Lock a brother down tryin to rough me up
  We got a snitch on the block and he tellin the sergeant
  Watchin like hawks, but I'm sellin regardless
  My baby due soon I ain't playin with y'all
  It happened so fast, first day and then gone
  A million new things on coke this year
  A million whole families went broke this year
  We tryin to live long, can you tell me how?
  I'm hopin that my heat don't fail me now
  Every time I thinkin it's death, they tryin to tear me down
  But see my in the flesh, can you stare me down
  I do it for my fans, cause I'm livin for em
  We seein clouds but I paint a perfect picture for em
  Black rain, black rain
  We seein clouds but I paint a perfect picture for em
  Chorus
  (Val Young) (Young Noble) x repeated until end
  Black Rain, don't come down (don't come)
  Don't you come fallin
  Black Rain, don't come down (don't come)

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  2nd 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
  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

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  Life Is What You Make It

  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

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  Hang On

  What (Hang on) wherever you at
  Hold your head
  Put your head to the sky
  For my ankle bracelet niggas (Hang on)
  25 to life niggas
  Outlawz hang on (Hang on)
  Hang on
  All my thugs hang on (Hang on)
  Hang on (Hang on)
  Yeah
  Verse 1: Young Noble
  For all my thug niggas I got on the block (Hang on)
  For all the little homies running from the cops (Hang on)
  If you a fiend around the way coked out (Hang on)
  If you a ex-drug dealer smoked out (Hang on)
  If you a soldier locked down in the hole (Hang on)
  No heat in your house and its cold (Hang on)
  No job just got laid off (Hang on)
  You did your verse but we taking you off (Hang on)
  You had your ears all ready for the Lawz (Hang on)
  And if you think about sniffing that rock (Hang on)
  You about to hop in your homies stolen car (Hang on)
  You got a dream to be a big rap star (Hang on)
  You gotta hustle but you keep getting robbed (Hang on)
  And now you paying for protection from the mob (Hang on)
  Your baby mama want half of your check (Hang on)
  And your little homies give you no respect (Hang on)
  And now you waiting for your time to come around (Hang on)
  Be offered work and you turning it down (Hang on)
  And now your homies looking at you all funny (Hang on)
  You been clocking for 12 years and no money (Hang on)
  Chorus: Young Noble
  Hang on
  If you're out in the cold with nowhere to go you gotta (Hang on)
  You 15 and you feel real old youngster (Hang on)
  You only 21 and you ain't even coming home soldier (Hang on)
  Four kids and make enough to feed one homie (Hang on)
  Verse 2: Young Noble
  Hang on
  If you a thug (Hang on)
  You on drugs (Hang on)
  You took slugs (Hang on)
  You shed blood (Hang on)
  You got it bad (Hang on)
  You niggas mad (Hang on)
  You unprotected
  Hand on
  And now she pregnant (Hang on)
  You pop shit and you don't even got a glock (Hang on)
  You from the streets and you don't even got a block (Hang on)
  You got the nerve to try to criticize me (Hang on)
  Trying to judge the Young N-O-B-L-E (Hang on)
  My homie Swift locked down right now (Hang on)
  You got dough for some pounds right now (Hang on)
  Too many niggas on your block for you to eat (Hang on)
  Them out of town niggas steady trying to creep (Hang on)
  Chorus
  Verse 3: Ya Yo
  If you single 'cause your man ain't shit (Hang on)
  Independent ain't pressed for the dick (Hang on)
  Kool-Aid money with Cristal taste (Hang on)
  You ain't think that I will punch you in your face (Hang on)
  All my ladies in the struggle like me (Hang on)
  All my ladies trying to bubble like me (Hang on)
  You go to school or you strip for a living (Hang on)
  Only 20 and you got 3 children (Hang on)
  Verse 4: Mil
  If you got your test back and it's positive (Hang on)
  If your bitch left you 'cause she know you got it (Hang on)
  You friends disrespect you for not riding (Hang on)
  You did for 3 years and couldn't call nobody (Hang on)
  You caught another charge in jail added to the robbery (Hang on)
  You in the county can't get a visit from your family (Hang on)
  Your baby mother fucking one of your homies (Hang on)
  You in the ?? (Hang on)
  Don't nobody give a fuck about me
  Little Nob hold on
  I'm a young G
  I always stay strong
  Chorus 2: Young Noble
  You signed a bogus contract now wanna get out you better (Hang on)
  Your mama kicked your ass out 'cause you chose that route you better (Hang on)
  And if you wonder how long we gonna be on top you need to (Hang on)
  You niggas wish but you never gonna be like Pac they better (Hang on)
  They better hang on

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  Good-Bye

  We live in a world
  Where a man is judged by the color of his skin
  We can't win
  Not the content of his character
  They scared of you
  22 million black in America
  You better stand your area
  75 percent population of the prison system
  Niggas listen
  Niggas listen
  Niggas listen
  Outlawz on a mission
  Verse 1: Napoleon
  So more gun shots
  By some young niggas
  And now the media consider y'all some dumb niggas
  And where you at
  I done came from that
  So I know what's on your mind when you're cocking your nine back
  Busting your bullets at them niggas on the corner
  And you aim 7 5 till your victim is a goner
  But it's more than life
  And I don't blame you
  Matter of fact I blame your parents for the shit you gonna do
  There's a lot of niggas under ten getting shot by the nine
  8 of them died and left 7 of them crying
  For the 5th and 6th time
  I'm trying to tell you dog
  You done pulled through
  Nigga I know that's where he are
  And the third second and first is when the welfare kicks in
  We joined by nothing
  'Cause your?
  Drinking
  Buying crack
  Go for drugs again
  And it make you want to go and bust your gat again
  But if you got a problem grab a pen
  Write a letter
  And send it to the Outlawz
  We'll try to make it better
  My young soldier
  You ain't no dumb soldier
  Keep your mind on your dream
  And you a pro soldier
  Verse 2: Young noble
  Hey yo
  I spit, rip for Pac and Yak
  I love y'all both
  That's why I rap with a grudge and keep my enemies close
  Memories float
  Nothing else to do but smoke
  Now I'm numb with a lump in my throat
  I'm scoffed up
  Constipated with pain
  Hating the rain
  We all get wet
  And pretty much when you close to death
  I think you live by the gun
  You die by the judge
  And if my girl have a son
  I'ma raise him better than I was
  A little time does justice to the heart
  You should ask your little boy why he rushing to the park
  Everyday after school
  You wonder why he love there?
  They got guns drugs and plenty of thugs there
  No care
  That's why I speak on shit
  To you parents out there
  Don't sleep on shit
  Raise your kids
  Come on you made the kids
  We got kids killing kids
  Doing major bids
  Damn
  Chorus:
  I never really got a chance to say good-bye
  I hope you're thankful you lived your life
  And nothing keeps that before your eyes
  I never really got a chance to say good-bye
  And even though you're gone
  You're always on my mind
  I never really got a chance to say goodbye
  Verse 3: Edi
  To all my youngsters out there
  Trying to burn something
  Will you pay attention a minute
  You might learn something
  'Cause look
  All they want to do is lock you up and make some dough off you
  And when your ass finally die
  They'll find a hole for you
  I know it ain't no love
  It seem cold to you
  But yous a soldier
  Got to keep your goals close to you
  'Cause 25 with an L ain't closer junior
  Now in society
  You're labeled as a loser junior
  2 times at that
  So close to your 3rd
  Only 22 now what the fuck you gonna do
  Convicted felons
  They don't get no work
  We all know that
  Now you forced to draw back
  You seen the cycle
  They don't call it the system for nothing
  Systematic ways to get you to your grave
  But you heard it before
  You ain't gonna listen to Edi
  You gonna have to go through it
  But please believe me
  Ain't no glory in pain
  A soldier story in vain
  You niggas gobbled by the game
  Aint no glory in pain
  A soldier story in vain
  You niggas gobbled up by the mutha fuckin game
  Verse 4: Kastro
  It's a long long dark road out of hell
  I've been there
  I can tell you the story well
  Most don't make it
  10 out of 12
  And the 2 left fighting themselves
  We sit in desperate need
  Searching for a cure
  Us youngsters indeed
  We deserve much more
  It's war
  'Cause we don't get along with each other
  God damn
  We need to get it together
  For real
  Chorus
  Verse 5: Napoleon
  I got 50 shots for every?
  These pigs is more crooked than some snakes on my block
  They gave him a choice
  He had to ride or die
  Since bullets don't die
  Oz can you tell me how he died
  Stay ahead of your game
  Young star
  Grow eyes
  Stay away from them haters
  Also 1 time
  I respect the game
  I'm real serious with mine
  It's like they lost
  Playing on furious with mine
  [Edi talking]
  So serious
  You know
  It's all about will and how strong you are
  If you can stand it
  Stand the pressure and stay strong youngsters
  Move up

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  Ghetto Ghutta

  Edi (talking)
  C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon... Smoke It
  Outlawz c'mon... Yea... Blood Brothers c'mon
  Intoduction to the Outlaw Lifestyle
  Blood Brothers ya know
  Hit the weed, get the drank
  Edi... Kastro... Load up, put one in
  Outlaw Recordz... please respect it
  Here we go
  [Edi]
  Introduction to the Outlawz lifestyle
  Get the weed, get the drank
  Turn the lights down
  Bang ya hood
  Show ya tatts
  Let them niggaz know
  They crossed the muthafuckin' line
  And now they gotta go
  Im with my family and I'm finna' light it
  Fuck yall niggaz
  I cant see a damn thang but us dog
  Makaveli lives and shit I'm the fuckin proof
  2nd generation Thug Life
  Who is you?
  Hood to hood... Outlaw please respect it
  We them niggaz gettin' helix
  When it get hectic
  Well trained, smell game from a mile away
  Get the bitch to the hide away right away
  Edi - i - like a thief in the night
  I rock her to sleep
  I put my piece thru the light
  We breathe thru the light
  And we the strength for the strong
  Keepin' it going
  Yall muthafuckas hate cause you know
  Here we go
  Kastro (chorus)
  I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life
  So... ghetto shit is all I like
  Like loud mouth ho's
  Foul mouth folks
  Up 3 days straight
  Thuggin' in the same clothes
  We scrap for a living
  Trapped in this prison
  We take money-money
  Without asking permission
  Our hearts pump thug shit
  Our blood drip fire
  The life of an Outlaw
  For swears to admire
  [Kastro]
  The butchery, gun talk and money moves
  The prophecy for young thugs is born to loose
  Walk in my shoes
  If you can you's a man
  Two hands on ya balls
  These squares can't understand
  Daddy... raised me crazy
  And now I'm worst
  Down thursty for thug money
  I guess I'm cursed
  Who woulda' knew... that...
  When the kid got big
  I'd be thugged out without giving a shit
  I spit dues
  Appears to me no school
  Follow the leader
  I'll lead ya
  We will not loose
  Im from a rotten deck
  From my cards I gotta stoppin' tek
  No sweat.......... I demand respect
  And respect you take
  You walk lightly, politely
  I do what's not right
  Like ???? Spike Lee
  Ain't nobody like me
  No need to look
  Im down hard
  I die hard
  I think I'm hooked
  Kastro (chorus)
  I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life
  So... gutta shit is all I like
  Like loud mouth ho's
  Foul mouth folks
  Up 3 days straight
  Thuggin' in the same clothes
  We scrap for a living
  Trapped in this prison
  We take money-money
  Without asking permission
  Our hearts pump thug shit
  Our blood drip fire
  The life of an Outlaw
  For swears to admire
  [Edi ]
  We.... settin' up shop ?? Pac til the death of me
  I hear ya back up in my head
  Dont have to pressure me
  Elevation, preparation
  'Bout to take this over
  'Bout to get a face in this game
  Im mase over
  Tired of niggaz giving me the same run around
  You sellin' coke, shootin' the block
  You's a rapper POW
  Nigga please spare me all the details
  Me and mine gon' ball or see hell
  Will we fail? Nigga neva'
  I got a one shot deal
  And dog it's so real
  Im out here like whatever
  I could pay these bills or shoot to kill
  Cause gutta shit is all I like
  Bump a bitch in the day
  And we fuckin' at night (yeah)
  Ghetto shit is all I love
  Over packed clubs
  And oversized dub's (shit)
  22's, money rules in the life we lead
  Lifestyle of an Outlaw.. O.G
  Kastro (chorus)
  I been a straight gutta nigga for all my life
  So... ghetto shit is all I like
  Like loud mouth ho's
  Foul mouth folks
  Up 3 days straight
  Thuggin' in the same clothes
  We scrap for a living
  Trapped in this prison
  We take money-money
  Without asking permission
  Our hearts pump thug shit
  Our blood drip fire
  The life of an Outlaw
  For swears to admire
  Ghetto shit, Gutta shit nigga

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  Die If U Wanna

  [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

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  Don't Get It Fucked Up

  [E.D.I]
  Time after time niggaz thinkin' we gon' fold
  We ain't yo average niggaz
  I don' told you once before
  All my real niggaz know
  We been at it for years
  Persevering and still here
  Through static and tears
  And yeah..
  We some ridahs -- No
  It ain't no stoppin' us
  They couldn't stop us
  So... they tried copying
  But out of living color in the flesh
  Guess who's back
  Nigga act like you know what's good for ya
  [YOUNG NOBLE]
  These industry niggaz man they more like bitches
  These fuckin' rappers man they more like snitches
  Been in the cut and we been focusing, listening
  And everybody got a story to tell
  But why they twistin' them?
  So keep ya head right (head right)
  You want the raw on the Lawz
  You gotta log-on the muthafuckin' website
  (what's that?)
  And that's OutlawRecordz.Net
  Show some respect
  Cause real niggaz go for the net
  [Chorus]
  Don't get it fucked up, fucked up
  Nigga don't get it, get it
  Fucked up, Fucked up
  Nigga don't get it, get it
  Fucked up, fucked up
  Nigga don't get it, get it
  Fucked up
  Bitches don't get it, get it
  Fucked Up
  Snitches don't get it, get it
  Fucked up
  Don't get it fucked up, fucked up
  Nigga don't get it, get it
  Fucked up, Fucked up
  Nigga don't get it, get it
  Fucked up, fucked up
  Nigga don't get it, get it
  Fucked up
  Bitches don't get it, get it
  Fucked Up
  Snitches don't get it, get it
  Fucked up
  [YOUNG NOBLE]
  Who wanna ride?
  Who wanna drive?
  Who wanna die?
  Who wanna roll up
  Load up and dump at the same time
  We all different but the same kind
  All my niggaz on a mission that's the same as mine
  Blame the times
  We all spent days in line
  Now we all at the front of the bus
  Blames the rhymes, I
  Aim the Nine, I
  Came to shine, I
  Thank the Lord and my heavenly father
  [E.D.I]
  We got to get it right back
  To where we started from
  This for my niggaz strugglin'
  Comin' out of the slum
  If you ain't ridin' on twinkies
  You could still ride with me
  If you ain't blingin' like I'm blingin'
  You could still ride with me
  Cause it ain't what you got
  It's what ya know
  Outlaw muthafucka, untouchable
  Give 'em the truth
  Or get out the booth
  That's my new shit
  Cause rapper's now-a-days
  Y'all been makin' us all look stupid
  [Chorus]
  [KASTRO]
  Shit, I been doin' what I wanted for some time now
  Shit, I wanted as a kid
  All mine now (it's all mine now)
  I ain't lucked up (noooo)
  Don't get it fucked up (noooo)
  Look what years of stugglin' did
  Wanted for something
  The kid real, like one in a Mil'
  Cash of kings
  Without a deal or a chain that bling
  I'm a Outlaw (outlaw)
  But I don't rob
  And when times got hard
  I ain't get no job
  Shit I got it how I live
  Spit it like it is
  And did it all for the kid (yes sir)
  I'm a ridah homeboy
  I ride on chrome boy
  And I refuse to die right besides my chrome boy

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  Everything Is Alright

  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

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  From The Bottomshow lyrics

  From The Bottom

  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.

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  Black Diamondshow lyrics

  Black Diamond

  [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

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  One Wayshow lyrics

  One Way

  [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...

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  Boxspring Boogieshow lyrics

  Boxspring Boogie

  [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

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  Celebrateshow lyrics

  Celebrate

  [Young Noble]
  stearing to this tunnel of life
  it ain't a far sight
  in the dark
  searching for god's light
  so cold I got frost bite
  lost kite from the prison
  this system got these young niggaz lost like
  mice in a maze
  rollin dice to the grave
  some say it's just the price of the fame
  reality strike, repeat the same tragedy twice
  all I'm thinkin man
  it had to be life
  when the casualties rise
  plan plotting 'til your strategy dies
  black cotton till i've gotten what's mine
  I don't travel the globe
  stood firm with an average of 4
  I was almost cut down like a half of a stole
  but you know that ain't how we roll
  from a soldier to a general
  go leadin' still do what I'm told
  I got the soul of a old head
  in the young niggaz bodies
  we don't put this gun in nobody
  you don't wanna know no homie
  what is really goin on
  shit is real
  couldn't tell you everything in a song
  man the pain is so personal
  so deep I couldn't explain it in words for ya
  I don't sleep
  I can rest when I'm dead
  cause I'm blessed while I'm here
  through the rain, pain
  blood, sweat and tears
  dedicated to underdogs
  that wanna see us make it
  we make it, they make it
  this calls for celebration
  [hook: TQ]
  all around the world
  we about to celebrate
  the mamas ain't crying no mo
  my niggaz ain't dying no mo
  tell me do you wanna go
  I mean it's kinda like a holiday
  kinda like a white tray on silver day
  kinda like jamaica in may
  when all my people celebrate
  [Kastro]
  I wasn't born with a silver spoon
  my mama was poor in the delivery room
  but we gon make it
  look done made it
  cops still goin strong
  mom poppin the greatest
  life been good to a nigga
  I remember bout the hood
  and how I could do a nigga
  but not me
  I been good to a nigga
  I support not no more
  i'm a hood rich nigga now
  and I'm hangin like wet clothes
  the fresh white frisbee tee
  countin bank rows
  I ain't botherin with you stank hoes
  another problem bit©h
  I got enough for those
  me, myself
  I don't need nothin else
  but a good mind
  and some good health
  that's all I got on my wish list
  pop a bottle
  what's the celebration bit©hes
  [hook]
  [E.D.I.]
  we ain't sayin that it's all good now
  any hood USA
  man it still goes down
  but despite of all that
  we gon still have a good time
  toss a few back
  celebrate the fact
  that my kids still eatin
  man I'm glad I'm still breathin
  glad I got my ratchet cause the snakes still creapin
  man I got a lawyer cause the law still cheatin
  listen, big bottles of drank
  big weed in my pocket
  nigga I got stanks
  we gon drank, we gon smoke
  till we damn near faint
  and after all that
  we gon do it again
  this is for the good time
  so we get some mo
  if we don't we gon smile
  on the ones before
  if you got real ones
  man hug your folks
  cause you never know
  when it gon go
  so celebrate

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  Rize

  [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

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  So Many Stories

  [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

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  Perfect Timing

  Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
  On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
  Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
  On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
  Man, hold up, back up, give us some space
  I think I just found the baddest [?] in the place
  Damn, baby girl [?] with it, and when she moving man she breaking every rule with it
  And me, I'm cool with it cause that's exactly how I see it
  And how she needs to do it and how we need to g it
  I'm the only player in here you really need to be with
  Now go ahead and pop it [?] p.I.m.p. shit
  I know a profession no one [?] of me
  You got my nature rising girl, look what you have done to me
  Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
  On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
  Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
  On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
  She working out lately, my old lady got a new body
  Got my Jimmy popping willies like a Ducati
  She remind me [?] empire [?]
  Good Lord [?] true guns
  No make-up, she don't care about Channel, Jimmy Chiu, Gucci, Prada or [?]
  She could spot a hater even with the shades on
  Beyonce Big [?] her theme song
  [?] smart too, cause I gotta be eagle on me
  And show the badge she thinks the desert eagle on me
  And yes sir, it's her don't lose a [?] I got they key to baby's box when it needs lock
  She calls ice box where our used to be, [?] chevy mamma [?] used to me
  I tell her this is what you do for me
  See, where my bottom baby used to be
  Let mamma so cold, she's so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
  On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
  Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
  On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
  [?] at the ball playing lost in the sound
  When I know we can go from where kick it all around
  Got a [?] with a villa, on the coast out in [?]
  We can sip some liquor while we're smoking [?]
  [?] got me [?] just to get a bone, maybe [?]
  [?] just that made me real sorry
  Sexy little bad [?] we can come [?] stay up on a hustle, got a [?] full of diamonds
  Walking out the city making rain harder than the dudes all black and [?] sitting up big 22
  Now she's baddest little thing that I've ever seen
  Slim waist with a face [?] magazine
  Mamma got the kind of ball got the beauty queen in the movie scene, you know what I mean
  And my mind is the only thing she blows all around up and down she goes
  [?] the edge [?] down to the flow, yeah, she knows, she's a killer, killer
  That girl is a winner, so cold make the hardest [?] shiver, shiver
  [?] fast cars, pretty women, I'm speeding in her
  Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler
  On your mark get set go, let me swing it by the 100 miles per hour
  Let mamma so cold what you doing making me wanna holler

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  Red Bull & Vodka

  [Young Noble]
  Aint nothin but hoes in here
  I guarantee when they leave they don' say Young Noble was here
  All the little homies postin' near
  Thug walkin' to the dance floor while I'm chokin' a beer
  I got a little hot mama with a lot of dollaz
  She can spend that shit on me
  Instead of mines up
  Bringin' it back to the days when it first started
  Bringin' it back to the ways that were cold-hearted
  Noble farted like my shit dont stink
  I like her mouth real wet
  Her pussy real pink
  So holla at cha dog
  Just make sure you swallow it all
  And when you cuttin' up bottle it all
  Yo I fuck with all souljahs
  All around souljahs
  All access souljahs
  Straight back shot souljahs
  What's poppin mama?
  Uhu... and when you get here nigga
  It's poppin'... holla
  [Chorus: Edi]
  We aint stoppin' til we get enough
  What's poppin'?
  Outlawz if you ready to ride
  Let a muthafucka know if you down tonight
  We aint stoppin' til we get enough
  What's crackin'?
  Ladies if you down tonight
  Let a muthafucka know if you can crush in the ride
  [Napoleon]
  I woke up this mornin' feelin' kinda dead
  Cause the bitch last night
  Wouldn't give me no head
  Imma playa round here
  So I keep it cocked
  And my game ???? move me up a notch
  Im from ??? Jerzey
  Told her come to Cali
  Fucked in a alley
  In a ???
  Listen up ya
  I spend money on pussy before
  I'll do it again if the girl was broke
  Imma street wise nigga
  You flipped the prize nigga
  Fo'Fo' five cause my bank account bigger
  You could look in my eyes
  You'll be scaring yo-self
  Cause aint nothin' worse then a World Wide Mobb Figga
  I blew this hoe from San Juan, Puerto Rico
  Put her up in eco, you know
  Let me say no more
  Im down in Mexico
  Gettin' hoes ???
  [Chorus: Edi]
  We aint stoppin' til we get enough
  What's poppin'?
  Outlawz if you ready to ride
  Let a muthafucka know if you down tonight
  We aint stoppin' til we get enough
  What's crackin'?
  Ladies if you down tonight
  Let a muthafucka know if you can crush in the ride
  [Edi]
  Imma straight playa
  Type to hata-hata
  Type to kick back if the shack blow evader
  Type to bump yo hoe then I'll let her keep ho'in
  Type to see the law then I just keep going
  Im a Outlaw baby, now you after that
  Awo.. She fuck ?? to fuckin' with that
  I dont sniff no coke
  I dont pop no pills
  I dont shoot shit in my veins
  But I shoot shit to kill
  Lately, I got cha gone off the Red Bull & Vodka
  Now ya own ya knees
  Im like ohh weeee
  True me, it's the California way
  You got 2 more homies?
  I'm on my way
  Life as a rap star shouldn't be so rough
  They gon' find you buried in the backyard
  Keep talkin' bout us
  Outlawz if you ready to ride
  Let a muthafucka know if you down tonight
  C'mon
  [Chorus: Edi + Young Noble]
  We aint stoppin' til we get enough
  What's poppin'?
  Outlawz if you ready to ride
  Let yo homeboy know if you down tonight
  We aint stoppin' til we get enough
  What's crackin' ladies? (uhu)
  What's crackin' ladies?
  Yea yea yea yea
  We aint stoppin' til we get enough
  What's crackin'?
  Outlawz if you ready to ride
  Let a muthafucka know if you down tonight
  We aint stoppin' til we get enough
  What's crackin' ladies?

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  We Want In

  [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

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  When Ure Heart Turns Cold

  [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

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  They Don't Understand

  [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

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  Us

  [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

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  Who?

  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

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  Better Than Evershow lyrics

  Better Than Ever

  (Stock / Aitken / Waterman)
  Inspiration is our love
  We never seem to lose control
  When other people fall apart
  our love just seems to grow and grow
  People ask me
  why I always wear a smile
  They don't seem to understand
  He keeps me happy
  every day of my life
  I'll never love another man
  Our love is better
  better than ever
  and it keeps on growing stronger every day
  It's just how it feels
  when you're head over heals
  I'll never let you go
  Other people are so jealous
  They'd like to see us fall apart
  But we are stronger, so much stronger
  'cause love's delivered only from the heart
  And he'd call me
  if I'm ever on my own
  because he knows it means a lot to me
  He's understanding
  if I need to be alone
  That's why I'll never set him free
  Our love is better
  better than ever
  and it keeps on growing stronger every day
  It's just how it feels
  when you're head over heals
  I'll never let you go
  People ask me
  why I always wear a smile
  They don't seem to understand
  He keeps me happy
  every day of my life
  I'll never love another man
  Our love is better
  better than ever
  and it keeps on growing stronger every day
  It's just how it feels
  when you're head over heals

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  World Wide Remix (feat. 2Pac & T-Low)

  (feat. 2Pac, T-Low)
  [Edi (Bosko)]
  (gangstaz clap yo hands)
  World Wide... Outlawz
  (all the ladies clap yo hands)
  Makaveli The Don...
  With the homie T-Low
  (gangstaz clap yo hands)
  Felly Fel on the track... Bosko
  (all the ladies clap yo hands)
  It's going down real big... let's go
  (clap yo hands baby)
  [Chorus: T-Low]
  This is for thugz in every state
  We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
  And World Wide
  Aint no place that we rather be
  Livin' it up with the family tonite
  And World Wide
  [Edi]
  We holla World Wide
  Better understand us
  Since we coming with thugs from L.A to Atlanta
  Put ya hands up
  Nothin' but love from all sides of my thug cliq
  Outlaw ridahs them hataz aint touchin' us
  Hittin' em up in two-double-O-two
  I got dank, drank, bank, what you wanna do?
  Move out the way, you see us coming thru
  It aint a game, it's true (uhu)
  We 'bout to act a fool
  You know the history
  All out... ball out... picture me
  Rollin' and holdin' all brands
  For the victory
  Edi Amin... ya know the name
  Dont remember me?
  Since it's nine-six
  World Wide... legendary
  [Chorus: T-Low]
  This is for thugz in every state
  We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
  And World Wide
  Aint no place that we rather be
  Livin' it up with the family tonite
  And World Wide
  [2Pac]
  Known for doing skandalouz deeds
  No handlin' me
  And naw it aint the drugs
  Just the straight thug nigga in me
  I swoop down and cause havoc
  My rapid delivery is automatic
  Lettin' niggaz have it
  I been labeled as a thug nigga
  Since they dont sell my shit to white folks
  Ship it to the drug dealers
  And catch'a-catch'a nigga world-wide
  A fuckin Mobb Figga... West Coast hoo-ride
  When we robb niggaz
  Money made my squad bigger
  But we aint sell our souls
  Bustin' on our emenies, muder my foes
  At my shows Imma nut
  Lights, camera, time for action
  Now get to clappin' to my cuts
  A World Wide Mobb Figga
  [Chorus: T-Low]
  This is for thugz in every state
  We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
  And World Wide
  Aint no place that we rather be
  Livin' it up with the family tonite
  And World Wide
  [Bosko]
  Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps)
  All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps)
  Gangstaz clap yo hands (8 claps)
  All the ladies clap yo hands (8 claps)
  Clap yo hands baby
  [Napoleon]
  It's so hard on me
  Girl pardon me
  I got the same spirit Pac had
  Hit 'em to me
  When I arrive on the dance floor
  I'm humpin' the floor
  It's a world wide mobb thang
  That's for sure
  Got money in my pocket now
  Drivin' in a rocket now
  Never hear me rap around ice
  I keep it underground
  O-U-T-L-A-W-Z fa sheezy
  (yall tryin to start the East-West beef again)
  Girl please
  Get ya money young souljah
  Time steady wastin'
  I been around the world before
  I'm in Jamaica
  P-R... B-R... Bahamas, plus Cuba
  L-A to V-A and even Vancouver
  [Young Noble]
  Hey yo...
  I be the Young N-O... to the B-L-E
  Last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z
  And I'm still Dirty Jerz reppin'
  Outlawz reckage
  Get ya dough up yall
  Get ya flow up
  Pac and Yak live on
  Dont be surprised if they show up
  At ya front door with a loaded
  (ohh noooooo)
  Young Nobe it the block
  What's poppin' homie
  Ya can hate but ya know Pac watchin homie (uhuh)
  So give some love up
  We stay thuggin' it up
  Lil' homie is you thuggin' or what?
  Throw ya dubz up
  Put em real high
  East, West, Dirty South, North side
  Outlaw pride
  [Chorus x2: T-Low]
  This is for thugz in every state
  We know that bustaz gonna hate tonite
  And World Wide
  Aint no place that we rather be
  Livin' it up with the family tonite

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  Song For The Breezeshow lyrics

  Song For The Breeze

  I don't feel like I'm at home
  In the morning all alone
  Trying hard to do the things I know I should
  When the night time closes in
  And the loneliness begins
  I believe you'd want to be here if you could
  Blaze a trail back to your heart
  And you'll know that from the start
  We've been together long enough to see
  All the hard times take their toll
  As they try to rob my soul
  Of the precious gift of love you give to me
  There's a song in the breeze
  Hear it singin through the trees
  As it blows along, you will know the tune
  Time can heal, so I've been told
  If you believe it, you'll grow old
  All the time we need together's coming soon
  We can't rely on things we know
  Till there's time enough to show
  Where the things that we've believed in all these years
  I can't see too well for tears
  Or the darkness of my fears
  So I'm reaching out to find a helping hand
  There's a song in the breeze
  Hear it singin through the trees
  As it blows along, you will know the tune
  Time can heal, so I've been told
  If you believe it, you'll grow old

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  Keep Prayingshow lyrics

  Keep Praying

  I was born in the south land
  Grew up rolling stone
  Working all day in factories
  Was livin' it all alone
  I got no friends to call my own
  No woman to love me
  My life just seems to be slipping away
  Thinking about jumping in the sea
  I'm gonna keep praying
  Everything's gonna be alright
  Keep praying
  Everything's gonna be alright
  About a month or so ago
  I was working in Tennessee
  Tried to make time with another man's woman
  And he turned around and tried to shoot me
  I'm gonna keep praying
  Everything's gonna be alright
  Yes I do, yes I do
  Keep praying
  Everything's gonna be alright

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  Green Grass And High Tidesshow lyrics

  Green Grass And High Tides

  In a place you only dream of
  Where your soul is always free
  Silver stages, golden curtains
  Filled my head, plain as can be
  As a rainbow grew around the sun
  All the stars above who died came from
  Somewhere beyond the scene you see
  These lovely people played just for me
  Now if I let you see this place
  Where stories all ring true
  Will you let me past your face
  To see what's really you
  It's not for me I ask this question
  As though I were a king
  For you have to love, believe, and feel
  Before the burst of tambourines take you there
  Green grass and high tides forever,
  Castles of stone, souls and glory
  Lost faces say we adore you
  As kings and queens bow and play for you
  Those who don't believe me,
  Find your souls and set them free
  Those who do, believe and know,
  That time will be your key
  Time and time again I've thanked them
  For a peace of mind
  That helped me find myself
  Amongst the music and the rhyme
  That enchants you there
  Green grass and high tides forever
  Castles of stone, souls and glory
  Lost faces say we adore you
  As kings and queens bow and play for you

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  Killuminati (feat. Mainavent)

  (2Pac)
  Let it be prophesized; ni**az'll die because ya crew's goon
  Around the way ni**az get murdered by the full moon
  Heard it in whispered tones
  ni**az is bold and they choose to roll
  I kill em all, watch now ni**a truth be told
  Westside was the war cry, look how they scatter
  ni**az dyin by my 30-yard, brains'll splatter
  Wonder why these ni**az cross me
  I'm certified crazy, so sick the world made me
  Now diggy-die, everytime I ride it's for reasons
  Hard to kill a ni**a cause I'm comin back like Jesus
  Bow down to my ill nation runnin from drug cases
  Lookin at my congregation so full of thug faces
  Momma gave a ni**a breath, a life of stress
  I invest in a vest and makin ni**az watch they every step
  Label me a threat
  and I ain't even got started with this s**t yet
  Thug style baby, hands on my pistol, listen I'm a ridah
  Every ni**a breathin pay attention
  Bout to show you motherf**kers how it feel, to drop a body
  The simple gun to my lifestyle, Killuminati
  (Chorus: Kastro + 2Pac)
  (Kas) Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
  (Pac) Hold it down
  (Kas) Killuminati and we got you, got you
  Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
  (Pac) Hold it down
  (Kas) Killuminati and we got you, got you
  Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
  (Pac) Hold it down
  (Kas) Killuminati and we got you, got you
  Yo Makaveli they can't stop you
  (Pac) Hold it down
  (Kas) Killuminati and we got you, got you
  (2Pac)
  After the fire comes the rain, after pleasure there's pain
  Even though we broke for the moment, we'll be ballin again
  Til I make it yo; my military be prepared for them bustaz
  Similar to, bi**hes that scary, get too near me we rushin
  Visions of over-packed prisons, fiends and ni**az thug livin
  Pressures and three strikes, I hope they don't test us
  They pull the heater ammunition it cranks, psssh
  Move without a sound, as we slide down, pistols in place
  They got me fiendin for currency, the money be callin
  It's like I'm - dreamin, see in season me ballin
  Participated in felonious behavior
  Cock the cocked fo'-five, snatchin ni**az pagers
  Labeled a mark soon as we start, it was hard to quit
  We started out drinkin 40's, moved to harder s**t
  God damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man
  ni**a got my own plan, and it's called Killuminati
  (Chorus (w/ minor variations))
  (E.D.I. Amin)
  I spend most of my time bankin ni**az
  because they hate a ni**a, comin across fake ni**az
  But we made ni**az, old school and I'm thinkin
  Y'all some bi**h made ni**az and you steadily sinkin
  O-U-T, L-A-W-Z ain't nuttin f**kin with that
  We bustin back comin back for the stacks
  Laugh last cash cash, all I want is the paper
  Givin them f**kers tool whips, I rule haters
  Y'all can't fade us, we kill steal and peal quickly
  The boss ni**az, definitely, put it down strictly
  E.D.I. Amin, until the law come for me
  Kill em all for shortie, ninety-nine Killuminati
  (Kadafi)
  They got me thinkin strugglin and hustling's my only fate
  Toppin grams on the kichen plate, tryin to keep that money straight
  Times is rollin three up these streets sleep
  But when I crack, hammer cocked back rapped in my sheets
  My life's been crossed, crooked since a seed it hurts
  Got a package from the devil, payin my deeds
  Preocuppied by the greed, in this crooked life I lead
  More funds to spend, or bigger guns to squeeze
  Me and my thugs clock G's simpin naughty thangs
  Real as these tatt's on my body, and it's Killuminati
  (Chorus)
  (2Pac)
  Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
  Hold it down, hold it down
  Makaveli up in this bi**h, worldwide mash, Westside
  Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
  The question we ask, do you know what time it is?
  Hold it down, hold it down
  You know what type of s**t we be
  Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
  You want that hip-hop real
  It's that hip-hop that's real
  Hold it down, hold it down
  Hip-hop that's worldwide, feel?
  Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
  f**k with me ni**a you get killed!
  Hold it down, hold it down
  It don't get no realer than this
  Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
  What's my motherf**kin name ni**a?
  Hold it down, hold it down
  My ni**az we all bad
  Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
  What's my muh'f**kin name ni**a?
  Hold it down, hold it down
  What's my muh'f**kin name?
  Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
  Outlawz in this bi**h
  Rap pro at his finest
  Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain
  Repeat! Death Row at it's finest
  ni**a, you know what time it is
  Makaveli the Don until I'm gone, I maintain.

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  World Wideshow lyrics

  World Wide

  This is for thugz in every state,
  we know that bustaz gonna hate tonite world
  wide,
  Ain't no place that we rather be,
  livin it up with the family tonite and world
  wide.
  We holla World Wide, better understand us,
  Since we coming with thugs from L.A to Atlanta, put ya hands up.
  Nothin' but love from all sides of my thug cliq,
  Outlaw ridahs them hataz aint touchin us.
  Hittin' em up in two-double-O-two,
  I got dank, drank, bank, what you wanna do?
  Move out the way, you see us coming thru, it aint a game, it's true (uhu),
  We 'bout to act a fool, you know the history.
  All out, ball out, picture me,
  rollin and holdin all brands for the victory,
  Edi Amin ya know the name, dont remember me?
  Since it's nine-six, World Wide legendary.
  Chorus
  Known for doing skandalouz deeds no handlin' me,
  And naw it aint the drugs just the straight thug nigga in me.
  I swoop down and cause havoc, my rapid delivery is automatic,
  Lettin' niggaz have it, I been labeled as a thug nigga.
  Since they dont sell my shit to white folks, ship it to the drug dealers,
  And catch'a-catch'a nigga world-wide, a fuckin Mobb Figga.
  West Coast hoo-ride, when we robb niggaz, money made my squad bigger,
  But we aint sell our souls, bustin on our emenies, muder my foes.
  At my shows Imma nut, lights, camera, time for action,
  Now get to clappin' to my cuts, a world wide Mobb Figga.
  Chorus
  Gangstaz clap yo hands, all the ladies clap yo hands,
  Gangstaz clap yo hands, all the ladies clap yo hands, clap yo hands baby.
  It's so hard on me, girl pardon me, I got the same spirit Pac had,
  Hit 'em to me when I arrive on the dance floor, I'm humpin' the floor.
  It's a world wide mobb thang, that's for sure,
  Got money in my pocket now, drivin' in a rocket now.
  Never hear me rap around ice, I keep it underground,
  O-U-T-L-A-W-Z fa sheezy (yall tryin to start the East-West beef again).
  Girl please, get ya money young souljah,
  Time steady wastin', I been around the world before.
  I'm in Jamaica, P-R... B-R... Bahamas, plus Cuba,
  L-A to V-A and even Vancouver.
  Hey yo, I be the Young N-O to the B-L-E, last name O-U-T-L-A-W-Z,
  And I'm still Dirty Jerz reppin, Outlawz reckage.
  Get ya dough up yall, get ya flow up, Pac and Yak live on,
  Dont be surprised if they show up at ya front door with a loaded,
  Young Nobe it the block, what's poppin' homie.
  Ya can hate but ya know Pac watchin homie (uhuh),
  So give some love up, we stay thuggin' it up.
  Lil' homie is you thuggin' or what?
  Throw ya dubz up, put em real high, East, West, Dirty South, North side,
  Outlaw pride.

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  Killuminati 2K11

  [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...
  [Hook]

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  New Years

  (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

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  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
  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