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| 2. |
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(feat. Big Syke)
(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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| 3. |
| 4:00 |
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| 4. |
| 3:54 |
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(feat. Edi/Kastro)
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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| 4:03 |
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[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 - repeat 2X] 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 |
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| 4:23 |
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| 7. |
| 0:31 |
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| 8. |
| 3:24 |
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| 9. |
| 4:51 |
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| 10. |
| 1:09 |
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| 11. |
| 4:06 |
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(feat. Young Noble)
[Edi] (chorus) 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? [Edi] (chorus 1) 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 [Young Noble] (chorus 2) 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? [Edi] (chorus 1) 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 [Young Noble] (chorus 2) 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] (verse 3) 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 [Edi] (chorus 1) 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 [Young Noble] (chorus 2) 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 Bring it on |
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| 12. |
| 4:26 |
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| 13. |
| 3:39 |
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(feat. Kaillion)
(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 Out for the glory, there's so many stories around my way |
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| 14. |
| 5:10 |
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(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 And World Wide |
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| 15. |
| 3:14 |
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(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 And you can die if you wanna nigga |
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