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Yeah, Outlawin it
Fuckas aint ready for this
Thug Life, like that
Where you at? Fuck y'all

It ain't nuthin but a thug thing
Let my nuts hang to the floor, oh no
Please Young No', let 'em go
I want mo'
Go to the game in befo'
Lettin 'em know, exactly the way the game go
But it ain't No', shame in my game bitch, they know
I'm flat broke, ran up in the session of an echo
Now I'm trouble with the metal, had a score to settle
Now it's me against the world, Young Outlaw rebel
Mouthin off, what I tell you don't do that shit
Give a fuck about ya fifth, I chew through that shit
Do that shit, Outlaws comin equipped
Spit ya rhyme now nigga, with a gun on ya lip
Watch this
Rhyme now nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip
Watch this, eat a dick, bitch

I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness
Thugged out better hand, ready to spark this
Off the meter, going to my nine millimeter
This Napoleon, Outlaw, should be strong, willin to fly see
Nothin me to fuck ya hood, gum bleed ain't nuthin to me
Pussy eater, or am I a thug eater
Punk beater, I show you that these slugs will they deal ya
Hard be out crowd will make em the squad
Probably burn the shit apart, Napoleon, Mr. Bonaparte
The part of war you can call art
And Jersey is a bitch reign, a cat to use a fuckin bark
You faggot ass low heart ass nigga

Stand for something, don't fall for nothin
Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin
So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get
Hit with every last bullet up in the clip
Stand for something, don't fall for nothin
Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin
Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich
So yo come with some better shit

Life, bright lights and guns
Gritty nights in the slum, pretty right for bum
Some pain become sunshine, but when it rain I'm on the frontline
Slangin dimes, bangin that one time
I've done mine, one crime after the other one
Massacre, clap wit ya, scatter and smother 'em
You run for cover, my caliber is like the size of crumb
Another dumb nigga thinkin they come?
That's foul, they got you thinkin you too wild to be hung
Seekin, to be broke and when the heat soakin
Moapin, open ya throat nigga keep chokin

Ay yo One Eye
Ya got Banky out here on the west
Cream Teamin it with no vest but two techs
Can't trust 'em fuck 'em, might as well buck 'em
Leave 'em layin there leakin, the coroner 'a touch 'em
Y'all niggas better watch what you say in your raps
Better yet, who you aimin it at
'Cause I'm a wanna know, where ya knuckle games at
Cream Team a number one, holdin down my spot
Ya corn balls got me feelin just like pop
Bout to run all ya coward niggas outta hip hop
When it come to Chip Banks, niggas don't know
Whether to call me Banky Baby or Nino
It's the Cream Team Senator/Governor
Thug out a pretty sluggin ya, too much for ya
While ya hidin for me, I'm fuckin ya baby mother

Stand for something, don't fall for nothin
Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin
So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get
Hit with every last bullet up in the clip
Stand for something, don't fall for nothin
Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin
Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich
So yo come with some better shit

Stand for something, don't fall for nothin
Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin
So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get
Hit with every last bullet up in the clip
Stand for something, don't fall for nothin
Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin
Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich
So yo come with some better shit

Ya niggas better keep ya fuckin shit tight
Come with some better shit, word up
Chip Banks, done birth
Fuckin world up
Strife doin nigga, Cream Team
Where my Harlem niggas at?
East side, East
West Coast, word up word up
Out there, for all ya
Word up
Fuckin word nigga
Told ya niggas it's comin
Yeah, Outlawin it   Fuckas aint ready for this   Thug Life, like that   Where you at? Fuck y'all      It ain't nuthin but a thug thing   Let my nuts hang to the floor, oh no   Please Young No', let 'em go   I want mo'   Go to the game in befo'   Lettin 'em know, exactly the way the game go   But it ain't No', shame in my game bitch, they know   I'm flat broke, ran up in the session of an echo   Now I'm trouble with the metal, had a score to settle   Now it's me against the world, Young Outlaw rebel   Mouthin off, what I tell you don't do that shit   Give a fuck about ya fifth, I chew through that shit   Do that shit, Outlaws comin equipped   Spit ya rhyme now nigga, with a gun on ya lip   Watch this   Rhyme now nigga, spit ya rhyme now with a gun on ya lip   Watch this, eat a dick, bitch      I'm a heartless, dark nigga from out the darkness   Thugged out better hand, ready to spark this   Off the meter, going to my nine millimeter   This Napoleon, Outlaw, should be strong, willin to fly see   Nothin me to fuck ya hood, gum bleed ain't nuthin to me   Pussy eater, or am I a thug eater   Punk beater, I show you that these slugs will they deal ya   Hard be out crowd will make em the squad   Probably burn the shit apart, Napoleon, Mr. Bonaparte   The part of war you can call art   And Jersey is a bitch reign, a cat to use a fuckin bark   You faggot ass low heart ass nigga      Stand for something, don't fall for nothin   Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin   So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get   Hit with every last bullet up in the clip   Stand for something, don't fall for nothin   Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin   Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich   So yo come with some better shit      Life, bright lights and guns   Gritty nights in the slum, pretty right for bum   Some pain become sunshine, but when it rain I'm on the frontline   Slangin dimes, bangin that one time   I've done mine, one crime after the other one   Massacre, clap wit ya, scatter and smother 'em   You run for cover, my caliber is like the size of crumb   Another dumb nigga thinkin they come?   That's foul, they got you thinkin you too wild to be hung   Seekin, to be broke and when the heat soakin   Moapin, open ya throat nigga keep chokin      Ay yo One Eye   Ya got Banky out here on the west   Cream Teamin it with no vest but two techs   Can't trust 'em fuck 'em, might as well buck 'em   Leave 'em layin there leakin, the coroner 'a touch 'em   Y'all niggas better watch what you say in your raps   Better yet, who you aimin it at   'Cause I'm a wanna know, where ya knuckle games at   Cream Team a number one, holdin down my spot   Ya corn balls got me feelin just like pop   Bout to run all ya coward niggas outta hip hop   When it come to Chip Banks, niggas don't know   Whether to call me Banky Baby or Nino   It's the Cream Team Senator/Governor   Thug out a pretty sluggin ya, too much for ya   While ya hidin for me, I'm fuckin ya baby mother      Stand for something, don't fall for nothin   Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin   So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get   Hit with every last bullet up in the clip   Stand for something, don't fall for nothin   Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin   Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich   So yo come with some better shit      Stand for something, don't fall for nothin   Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin   So yo button your lip just for frontin y'all get   Hit with every last bullet up in the clip   Stand for something, don't fall for nothin   Takin everythin a nigga want it all or nuthin   Jumpin for the hell of it, bluffin will never get a nigga rich   So yo come with some better shit      Ya niggas better keep ya fuckin shit tight   Come with some better shit, word up   Chip Banks, done birth   Fuckin world up   Strife doin nigga, Cream Team   Where my Harlem niggas at?   East side, East   West Coast, word up word up   Out there, for all ya   Word up   Fuckin word nigga   Told ya niggas it's comin