1.Intro
2.Outlaw 2000
Uh uh
Outlawz
Who
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
Yo
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
Yo
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
Chorus 1x
3.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
Why you think we born outlawz
4.Black Rain
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
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
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
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
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
Black rain, don't come down (don't come)
Don't you come fallin
Black rain, don't come down (don't come)
I don't want you fallin
5.Hang On
Uh
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
They better hang on
6.Soldier To A General
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
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
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)
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
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
But plan to expand from a soldier to a general
7.When I Go
Verse 1：young noble
Yo
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
Man
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
Chorus 4x
8.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
Uh
Chorus 2x： 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： 2x
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： 2x
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： 2x
9.The Nyquil Theory
10.Fuck With Me
Fuck with me!
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
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？
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
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
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
Chorus
11.Get Paid
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
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
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
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
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
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
(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)
Heat showers on the block, still we gonna hang (still we gonna
hang)
12.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
Uh
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
Chorus
13.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
You outta your mind if you say ain't heard of me
14.Nobody Cares
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
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
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)
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
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)
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
Chorus x 2
15.Geronimo Ji Jaga
16.Maintain
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)
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
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!
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!
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!
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
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
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
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？
Can you maintain？
17.Smash
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)
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
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)
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
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
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
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
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？
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!
Chorus x 2
18.Jersey Mob
19.Murder Made Easy
Outlaw, outlaw
Bring your mother fucking jersey mob
In the name of makaveli the don, the killa motherfuckin kadafi
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)
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
(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
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
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
We catch niggaz at the stop light
And do what's not right
It's worked for centuries
To the og's and peace gites
We seat night, and we run through your chest
Got a bitch with your name on her breast
Up to set up your death
We watch your ass for ten months
If we gots em (yeah)
Then the first mistake you make (see them)
Mother fucker we gots you (got em)
We do it so cold
We make your niggaz think they saw a ghost
You untouchable niggaz don't even know we so close
(right next to you nigga)
Coast to coast, we spread so rapidly
Man, the niggaz sittin next to you answer to me
Cause we can touch you when we want to
So watch your tongue
We listenin closely man
Y'all know have no one
We got guns
Plus the ones that pac left (uh-huh)
We got enemies
Plus the ones that pac left (uh-huh)
We bang thug life, outlaw
Cause that's our job (yeah, yeah)
We backed by the mob
And we hittin these niggaz hard
So what？
Chorus
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