[Intro]
And to immediately start our show
I want to bring out the host of tonight's show
You all know him
A very wonderful, wonderful personality of show business
[Verse 1: Logic]
Now ain't it funny how the whole thing changed
They said I'd never make it, now their words rearranged
I went from nothing to something
But I was something all along
Who you know on the come-up doing numbers in Hong Kong
Got fans in LA, got fans in NY
Got fans down in Atlanta and all the way to the Chi
We world wide (world wide)
World wide motherfucker
They think we pay for promotions but our strength is in numbers
This is so comical, so hilarious
All these stupid groupie bitches want to marry us
And just a year ago I had to pay to perform
And now venues across the country dropping stacks to go on
I've been working for years and sometimes I get heated
But those who don't learn from history are doomed to repeat it
I do it for the fans
They know what the message is
Rattpack is world wide, don't believe it check the messages
[Phone Calls From Fans]
[Verse 2: Logic]
And now I'm back but I'mma switch the style up
We moving at high speed, these fuckers are dialed up
You know I formulate my words like a dissertation
So let a brother proceed like mitigation
I know you feel this deep inside of you, no penetration
We got something for everybody but in my duration
You gotta crawl before you walk
I ball but you blog
Share knowledge like it's stocks
Since they *** the apart
Back in the days and the 9 millimeter strays that grazed
My old apartment
To wherever I dreamed that's where my heart went
Now, as a baby my Mama was on the bottle
Couldn't wait 'till I was of the age to hit the loto
Or the throtto and I'm gone
Like fuck the world
All I had was music and my girl
'Till that shit fell apart and this life Averelled
Never the less, I atest and "Am I blessed?" Hell yes
Occasional stress, but I only bite what I can digest
Back in the day it was jeans and white tee's
Now that I got all the sponsors I can keep up with the companies
Now I'm not bragging about material possessions
I'm trying to teach you a lesson about business and progression
And what happens when you perfect the image in your profession
Ain't no second guessing, you know it's all about perception
I used to talk about the things I wasn't really doing
But I had to visualize it before I started pursuing it
Yeah, huh, and now a motherfucker doing it
But business aside, it's been a beautiful ride
Cause I do it for the fans and brush the haters aside
I can't wait for the day when I look through the eyes of my bride
Cause every lion needs its queen and make its children is pride
But these haters really don't know what the message is (don't know what the message is)
Once again, "Don't believe it?" check the messages
[More Phone Calls From Fans]
[Outro: Logic]
I just want to take a moment, a moment of your time right now
I just want to thank everybody
I'm nothing without my fans
I'm nothing without my team
It's been a long journey
And this is just the beginning
Thank you all so much
I truly, I truly love you all from the bottom of my heart
Man this shit is crazy
Since day 1, I been at it
I know I probably sound real, real tired
But, shit the whole Rattpack been up for the like past 4 days trying to finish up this mixtape
It's just been crazy
But you already know what it is
Logic, Young Sinatra
Shout out to the Bobby Soxers, Rattpack all day, Visionary
I love ya'll

Z-Ro versus the world, feel me round one
[Z-Ro]
Is it reality or just a fable
The most powerful lyricists in the world was on a low budget label
Even if I don't clear me in I just want to be living well
Not saying that heaven is promised to me but I don't want to believe in hell
Feeling on coming also cause problems worry me
If it ain't the stress somebody's always trying to bury me
So thinking I'm undercovers and the dope they try to deal me
Jealousy and envy make my niggas want to kill me
Everybody want to pick up a gun and bust thinking artillery fin to be
Drilling me nigga
But I' sick of this pistol play bumping ain't no more killng me nigga
Cause I'm a soldier, trying to keep his mind at ease
And if I squeeze then we all bleed
[Chorus - 2x]
Feel a nigga worldwide, not just in Texas
I think I'm bout to lose my mind, aggravated and restless
I don't want to die
[Z-Ro]
Look at how they made me, traditon systems raised me
The drama that they give me never ceases to amaze me
They tell me that my mind's gone, coming up is what my mind's on
I guess there's nothing left to do but get my grind on
Thinking about my family but knowing they neglect me
I'm not gonna give up, I'm gonna make my family respect me
I'm talking to my father now, daddy I'm a grown up
Depending on you is false-a-fied because you haven't shown up
Caught up in these streets I'm taking penitentiary chances
I done forgived and I done forget plus I'm not giving you anymore chances
Quick to run out of the house for nothing now your son is feeling anger
Remember the times you couldn't come around because your life has been in danger
I'm a leader to follow is not my destiny
But I guess it was written for me to fall victim to jealousy
It's killing me to stay alive, but there ain't no use in me crying
No matter what I guess it's what is right, on southside
[Chorus - 2x]
[Z-Ro]
Whoever would of thought that I would be this fam-ous
Put in work until it hurt but keep pretending it's pain it's
Affiliated with killers when we fight us to the death
Picture your partner cocked and aim and headed straight for your chest
It's hard to focus cause my homies keep on killing eachother
Everybody stressing cause ain't nobody feeling eachother
I often conversate with god but who's to say if he's listening
Even though I died as a sinner but resurrected as a christian
At 11 years old I was told that most friends turn to foes
From velicos to calicoes it helps when our battle folds
If it ain't true, if it ain't crew, it's a mexican deed
I'ma catch an attitude instntly bitch you plexing with me
And ain't no begging for mercy because you shot my nigga
And I swear to god everywhere you go it's gone be hot my nigga
And maybe god can forgive you but see the streets seeing different
They want you dead you might not make it to prison, bitch
[Chorus - 4x]
(Z-Ro talking)
Ha ha, new millenium music, shouts out
Dirty D, Anonymous, Heavy Rotation

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

[Verse 1: Steele]
I used to stay in my backroom, listenin' to rap tunes
Dad in the living room, spinnin' back the old-school
I guess you could call it soul food
Music that'll mold you, somethin' you can grow to
Don't be mad at what the record store sold you
If you bought some bullshit just 'cause somebody told you
My flow show you that I know what you go through
Put a gem on your mind, drop a jewel in the vocals
My speech local, but I reach all regions
Fly frequent, customs breachin', lah chiefin'
My son's favorite rapper is me, I know the reason
The Lord keep us breathin' and y'all keepin' us eatin'
And though the flag been tattered and beaten
We still stand, not a man in the family retreatin'
No set trippin', no slippin', no sleepin'
Full steamin' ahead on a mission to get this cream, man
[Hook: Steele]
New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas
Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut
New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it
Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it
Tour the World and it's back to the essence
To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection
So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you
[Verse 2: Sean Price]
Hey yo, blam, blammer, innocent bystander
Sean Price, I'm nice with the grammar
Y'all niggas can't rhyme, y'all need to go back to the lab
Formula one, get a pen and a pad
Let's start with the basic, A-B-C, one-two-three
My g-u-n in your f-a-c-e
Break your body down, collapsin' a clown, clap with the round
Highway to heaven where Michael Landon standin' around
Understand I got my hand on the pound, I fuck you up
Niggas standin' around nervous, like "Yo, what up with Ruck?"
None of your biz, fuck around, throw one in your wig
Then proceed to the nearest high school, put one in your kid
Sean Price, man, I'm done with it kid
You ain't tough, you bluffin', plus you left your fuckin' gun in the crib
[Verse 3: Louieville Sluggah]
I'm an NC king, a BK boss
He can floss, 'cause he came off
With big black, housin' bags of money
Shit, I had to get it, ain't a damn thing funny
When your money lookin' funny, they play you for a dummy
Yeah, they play you for a dummy
And I ain't havin' that, go grab my gat
You gotta respect it, I'm well connected, you know
[Hook: Steele]
New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas
Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut
New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it
Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it
Tour the World and it's back to the essence
To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection
So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you
[Verse 4: Buckshot]
We be the movement, new and improved and
Fuck the hammers, y'all niggas is screwed in
Leeway, go 'head and play, see if I
Joke around, one stroke around that four-fifth I
Might start gettin' that vibe again
Forget lookin' at yours, thinkin' it's mines again (Gimme that)
I see you get the bigger picture
And now that I'm in your frame, I wanna maintain with ya
You know, chop it up for a bit
Build for a little while, get a plan to make some real chips
'Cause, gee I've been down for a while
But I'm Duck Down, so now, I'm only down for a smile
When the check come, respect 'em, we ain't stop
But you workin' over there though, huh, that's hot
Me, I'm worldwide, jumpin' from block-to-block
Lovin' it, 'cause everyone I hit 'll pop the top, ugh
[Hook: Steele]
New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas
Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut
New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it
Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it
Tour the World and it's back to the essence
To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection
So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you
[Verse 5: Rock]
Mr. Alkatraz, ain't no escapin' when my arms go, heard me
Been on more rap tours then Soran O'Jersey
Recruit a beast in every city, my squad so dirty
I'm the beast master don, pa, y'all gon' learn, B
Stunned on the new improved Boot Camp
You gon' look real small like a deuce-deuce in Bruce Bruce hands
How many niggas eatin' off us? We the new food stamp
We go World Wide with this wild shit, we do, you can't
[Hook: Steele]
New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas
Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut
New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it
Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it
Tour the World and it's back to the essence
To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection
So, this goes out to you, this goes out to you
New York, Chi-Town, Georgia, Texas
Cali, Florida, VA, Connecticut
New Jerz, DA and Mass be reppin' it
Maryland, we gettin' love in Canada, we respect it
Tour the World and it's back to the essence
To the block's we be reppin' where you need protection

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.