You a what? Bad boy killaz   (That's right bitch, fuck em' all)   Hahaha yeah nigga, fuck em' all   (That's right bitch, fuck em' all)   Fuck all you muthafuckers   Ay yo Biggie put your hands up      Now I can make it happen   My rappin' is similar to muthafuckers   When they scrappin'   Blast and watch em' back up   Notorious biggie killer   Affiliation with death row   Niggaz get their caps pealed back   Fool this the west coast      Fuck a misdemeanor I'm raisin' hell like felonies   Mr. Makaveli straight outta jail to sellin' these   Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded   Now that we made it my adversaries is player hatin'   Got a Mercedes for these tricks   That thought I quit   Then got a drop top Jag for these bitches that's on my dick   Go to a club in a pack      I'm smokin' bud in the back   I wait for niggaz to trip   'Cause bitch I love to scrap   Now mama raised me as a thug nigga   With love niggaz   I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer   I went from rocks to zines   Writing raps and movies   I went from trustin' these tricks now they all want to sue me   So fuck em' all      (That's right bitch, fuck em' all)   Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah   (That's right bitch, fuck em' all)      Now could you picture my criminal status at its fuckin' peak   Even the baddest be gettin' murdered in they seats   I'm addicted to these streets   Like crack is to these creeps   Seein' visions of a prison   Wake up screamin' in my sleep   Is there a heaven in this hell   A possibility of livin' well      But if they killin' me   I get my stripes and whose to tell   Choosing to sell   I'd rather die and be deceased   World mob nigga addicted to these fucking streets      Now put your muthafucking hands up   If you're a rider   Niggaz ain't killers   So they hidin'   Why?   Fuck em' all, touch em' all   That's the way that we do it   Ride up, hop the fuck out watch that bitch nigga lose it      Man I'm as strong as this game   Y'all be knowing my name   (Edi)   A young high strung thug nigga   Created by pain   Livin' my life in the fast lane   Gettin' fucked by the past   Got my mind on my cash and my next piece of ass   So fuck em' all      (That's right bitch, fuck em' all)   Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger   Affair, yeah   (That's right bitch, fuck em' all)   I do my girl all by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me   (That's right bitch, fuck em' all)   Back off I hit at everyone of you homies, so don't get comfortable   I'm runnin' you   (That's right bitch, fuck em' all)   Nigga, we outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'      I got glad bags with enemies   Cut up so they remember me   Soaked up in Hennessey   So they relatives know it's me   You can bet your last dollar   I'll dick em' and holla   Ridin' these hooches   Like they some heavy ass Chevy impalas      Jump up and get your ass shot up   For the profit pick my glock up   I'm bustin' in self defense ya see   Poppin' nobody got em'   Holla Outlaw riders   Mash up on the gas pedal   Vacate the scene   Count the cash and stash the precious metal      Here come the coppers   The swat team and the helicopters   Them crackers is crazy   Why? 'Cause they'll never stop us   I watch Arnold Schwarzenegger   Bust some body in the movie   Now I want to do it too   Ohh, ohh niggaz is too through   True to the game   I claim Outlaw riders   We give a fuck what they try   I'm      'Cause Young Noble behind it   Can you picture me stickin' niggaz for they watch and chain   Kick back 'lil nigga   And watch the game   Get your mob rocked and what-not   We keep it poppin' like a drug spot   The streets know what's hot   Trust me      Even my hood call me baby Malcolm X with the trek's   Shower some slugs on em'   I've got a brother don't rest   And he keep some drugs on him   Always in grind mood   Hustle to find food   Ever seen faces of death   That's what my nine do      I keep my mind on my money   And my money on my mind   With my back against the wall   Like I'm runnin' outta time   Even rap with a gat   I must be goin' out my mind   Like I'm up against the world   This guerrilla team of mine   Screamin'      Thug life bitch, fuck em' all   (That's right bitch, fuck em all)   And die for em'   Even if them the last nigga left I'ma ride for em'   Feel me?   Until they kill me, that's how I'm rollin'   Fuck em' all   Let them die   That's my slogan   Fuck em' all      (That's right bitch, fuck em all)   Come put your hands up in the air, it's a middle finger affair, yeah   (That's right bitch, fuck em all)   I do my girl up by my lonely, don't need no phony homey to call me   (That's right bitch, fuck em all)   Back off I hit at everyone of you homies so don't get comfortable   I'm runnin' you   (That's right bitch, fuck em all)   Nigga, we Outlaw ridah'z don't give a fuck if ya love us we thuggin'   (That's right bitch, fuck em all)   (That's right bitch, fuck em all)   (That's right bitch, fuck em all)